Roxanne Wolf Room Novels & Stories

"So... the rumors were true. You... have been seduced by that bitch wolf." "Bitch wolf?" Ronan hissed, the tip of his rifle pressing even harder into the guard's forehead, causing it to redden. "Yes! The girl you picked up and kept in your mansion... she's a wolf! Silas is proving it down there!" "Ha, that's ridiculous," Ronan replied. "Just keep saying whatever you want, bastard. Because once you're done, this bullet will be the next to pierce your skull." "In room two, underground!" Someone from the corner of the room shouted in frustration.

I murmur, my voice dropping into a dark, gravelly register that only she can hear, "I am going to completely lose my mind." Liora’s breath catches audibly in her throat. She leans back into my solid chest, a delicious shiver running down her spine that has absolutely nothing to do with the winter cold. "Kai," she whispers, a wicked, answering heat lacing her tone. "There are almost a hundred wolves in this room." "Then it's a good thing Dax insisted on building the supply closet with reinforced, soundproof insulation," I rumble.

The part that never left my bones, even after I tried to clean my hands with newer ventures. I leaned back in the leather chair, fingers tapping the side of the folder when a knock came at the door. My gaze snapped to it. I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling quietly as I placed the folder in a drawer. "Come in." The door creaked open, and Roxanne stepped inside. She was wearing a pair of night clothes, loose shirt and shorts, hair down, and her legs bare. Her eyes wandered around the study like she didn’t expect it to be this put together. Warm woods. Tall shelves. Everything in its place.

I knocked on her door and stood there waiting and knocked again and stood there some more like someone who had not been standing in front of this exact door for forty seconds already. It opened. Roxanne was in an oversized shirt, her curls loose and messy, clearly not long out of bed, and she looked at me with an expression so flat it could have been used as a spirit level. "Oh," she said. "It's you." "Yeah." I said. "What do you want?" She asked. Tell her you're sorry, my wolf said. "Were you expecting someone else?" I asked. She stared at me. "Does it matter?" "I'm just saying, you opened the door like..."

Lorrel had designed the room to perfection, she must have known we would have a lot of guests as there were plenty of large couches and arm chairs to accommodate all our visitors. The room was well lit, both with large windows and also a range of lighting built into the ceiling to allow for a range of options. The room had been designed with nature in mind. The soft colours of greens, whites, beiges and even some hints of blue, kept our wolves happy even though we had spent most of our time inside recently. “I think my wolf is ready to come out, it’s been so long. Plus she hasn’t spent any time with Lance’s since we’ve been marked.” I respond as I sit down on the sofa, snuggling up into Lanc

Arnold shook his head. The royal Beta stood outside guarding the door while Xavier and Drake entered. Axel was sitting quietly in the chair, his head bowed, his chin almost touching his chest. The room was empty except for one table and three chairs. The small single window, high up on the wall, was barred with metal rods. There were two hidden CCTVs as well. The scarping of the unoccupied chairs made the dormant wolf look up. His bruise on his jaw had turned an angry shade of purple while remnants of dried blood stuck on his upper lip area, his nose looked crooked.

At the far end of the room stands a proud bronze statue of a wolf, mounted on a black marble base with intricate details highlighted, from its sharp claws to its textured fur, everything screams power. The room's centerpiece is a crescent-shaped conference table made of dark wood with intricate wolf claw carvings along the edges, and a smooth surface with surrounding chairs with curved legs and black leather upholstery, each featuring a silver emblem of a wolf's head. The room is lit by silver chandeliers shaped like wolf fangs, casting a warm light that reflects off delicate crystals. Black-and-white wolf photographs on the walls framed in sleek black wood pay homage to our world heritage.

Alpha Clark says. The rest of us continue up the stairs to the top floor. Yvette grabs Warrior Peace and leads him to what I’m sure is their room. I’m surprised they lasted as long as they did before the mate bond pulled them away from prying eyes. That speaks a lot to the level of discipline they both have. I’m not sure the average wolf would have lasted that long. Alpha Clark opens the door to a room that looks like it was made just for me. The walls are a soft blue-gray. The curtains and the bed linen are all dark navy or royal blue. All of the accents are white gold. This is the perfect room for me.

Stacy paused not knowing how to refer to the server, “Names Chloe,” she curtsied lifting the edge of her skirt which revealed she was wearing white stockings and a garter, they contrasted her skin making her look even darker and most definitely more exotic, Chloe lead Stacy up the grand staircase and to the fourth room on the left side, once she opened the door she allowed Stacy to enter first, the young Wolf was met by dark wood floors, surrounded by similar shaded walls and in the middle of the room was a bed fit for a king, coated in sheepskin pelts, on one wall there was a fireplace already lit and casting an orange glow over the room, beside it was a single door that Chloe had made her

I quickly averted my gaze, scanning the crowd for any sign of a woman beside him—but there was none. “Don’t tell me you’re already planning how you’ll open your legs for him, you slut,” Orion hissed under his breath, his nails digging painfully into my skin. I sucked in a sharp breath, biting back a wince. Any sound of protest would only make things worse when we got back home… if I could even call that place home. The conference room was massive, its round table large enough to seat an entire pack comfortably. High-ranking wolves were already gathered, their mates seated dutifully beside them. The room buzzed with a quiet tension.