Romans & histoires Roxanne Wolf Fanfiction

"Dear son, It is with great regret that I inform you of the birth of my new heir. As you know, the winter fete approaches and i will have to attend. I hope your curse is treating you well." Roxane could feel irritation bubbling up in her as she read that part. "I had a dream about you last night, right as my wife put to bed and we finally laid the ashes of your mother to rest. My wolf has been restless on this and I try to find a meaning to the dream, but I cannot. I hope you can, whenever you're lucky enough to read this."

The girl next to me extended her hand and said, "Hi! My name is Luna, and I'm a member of the Lost Pride pack. It's a pleasure to meet you." A werewolf again? I already hate this school. "I'm sorry, I have OCD." She drew her hand back with a concerned expression on her face. Mr Gonzalo began, "I hope you all finished the assignment I assigned you yesterday and..." Werewolves irritate me! They irritate me to no end! Why did dad enrol me in this school? Didn't he know that I asked to a human-only school? I'm getting nauseated just thinking about sitting among the werewolves!

A female voice said in Roxanna’s mind. Barron swallowed hard. Roxanna’s eyes were light brown when she was a wolf. It was never gold.

I heard my wolf groan inside my head, and I felt my canines beginning to surface. However, what happened next caught me off guard. She pushed me away, wiping her lips with the back of her hand as she stared at me with hatred and disgust. My body stiffened as her beautiful eyes looked at me with slight confusion but were now consumed with nothing but pain and anger. I felt my wolf become cold all of a sudden. "W-what do you think you're doing!" She hissed, I must be crazy but I found her voice sexy and it was turning me on. But this was not the right time to think about that.

RONA'S POV I only kept grunting in pain, covered in sweat and blood. ‘Ara, why are you doing this?’ I asked for the umpteenth time, unable to wrap my head around the reason my wolf wants to kill me. I suddenly felt the cold energy from last night push to the front of my mind, giving me hope. But before I could get relief from the mind numbing pain, I felt Ara's hot flames push the cold energy back, intensifying her efforts to burn me up.

Scratch that. Apparently I could do this. I needed it too. Which wasn’t like me, but something seemed to be very, very different today. No idea what, but something was definitely there. As my back hit the wall, my wolf snarled, she didn’t want to be backed into a corner. She wanted to be in charge. Feeling my wolf perk up, Luke’s eyes widened. She was pawing at the ground, urging me to go for it.

Rourke demanded. Dominic growled deep in his throat in warning, but Aria barked back at his clear accusation. "Excuse me? But so far there is only one wolf here that has inappropriately licked my marking point...I don't think you have any right to question me here?" Rourke reeled back in shock as Dominic laughed, putting his arm around her shoulders. "My little savage has spoken...nothing inappropriate is going on, we know the rules. Do you?" Drexel basked in the fact that Aria had just lied in defense of him, she was clearly in a daze of his pheremones.

Xavier said he did not care about me, so there was no way he would send his omegas to the dungeon for a mere breeder. However, as I went back into the packhouse, I was met with a surprise that made me question whether Xavier somehow cared enough to make sure I had a peaceful stay in his pack. It sounded ridiculous, but it could explain why those omegas would be sent to the dungeon and why a new set was waiting for me in the living room, smiling and welcoming. “You are so beautiful, ma’am.” “I love your hair.” “I’m sure you will make nice babies for the Alpha.” They started to compliment me and it made me uncomfortable.

"No one sent me. I ran. You saw me! I was half-dead!" "Or very good at playing the part." I was in front of her now, so close I could feel the heat from her body. Her scent, that intoxicating mix of fear and arousal wrapped around me. The little bitch was turned on by this. I shook my head, shaking it off. There were more important things than her arousal right now. My wolf stirred, wanting to believe her. I shoved it down. "A White Wolf. Our fated mate. It's a lovely story. It's the kind of story a clever spy would tell our Sage to tell us. Or manipulate yourself to be a White Wolf.” Tears welled in her eyes. "It's the truth."