Roxanne Wolf Room Novels & Stories

Monique attributed my agitation to my wolf. "I'll check on the preparations, and then you can walk down the aisle with your father," she brushed her hair back and left the room. I wasn't content. The pendant I always wore around my neck ensured my sick wolf remained asleep. So, what was causing this agitation? That's when I decided to visit the bedroom prepared for us. Perhaps seeing it would lift my spirits. Alpha Ron would be staying in our mansion since we were the wealthiest. The room was adorned with love and luxury for us. I left my room to go see the bedroom where we would mate tonight. Even the thought of it gave me butterflies in my stomach.

Roxanne cautioned and started moving to the Wolf's cage. Be careful Hun.. remember what Mr Gorgeous said. Sylvia yelled as she walked to the Den. ••••••••••••••• Roxanne ran to the cage and looked inside. Wow... beautiful creatures. She muttered and brought out her phone to take pictures. She heard low growling and looked up. Huh? Her eyes widened and her Jaw dropped. Their eyes turned Blue, one after the other and they were all up, staring at her.

"Let's get you settled before someone decides to test you." I followed him to a building behind the main house. Inside was a long hallway with doors on either side. Dormitory style. "This is where the unmated wolves live," Jax explained. "You get room seven. Private bathroom. Mini fridge. Don't expect luxury." He opened the door to a small room. Bed. Desk. Window with bars. That was it. "It's fine," I said.

When I heard Chanel was eyeing him I thought they’d make a perfect couple because she would make a wonderful Queen of Doom. “He’s not in his room now. Go, Esme. This is our only chance.” I balled my hand into a fist. “Fine.” I was crazy for doing this! Did I really want a wolf? I’ve never seen Alpha Knox but I’d heard stories. Everyone has and they’re all terrifying. Most of the Alphas were placed on the second floor. It was a long quiet hall. Knox’s room was the en suite on the right at the end of the hall.

Finding Roxanne had been too easy, and he had picked out the scent of four men earlier, so where were the remaining two? As if on cue, Roxanne's dead eyes rose up slowly. Immediately, she locked eyes with the vicious red ones of a grey wolf. But, it wasn't the only beast present in the room, behind him lurked two others; one black and one brown, and they both looked ready to attack him. It felt so familiar, the strong feeling of dejavu hit her. Flashes of the nightmare of wolves came back to her once more, and her eyelids widened in horror as she screamed in pain.

I forced myself to look away and take in my surroundings instead. The room was massive, much larger than I expected. The walls were painted a deep charcoal gray, giving the space a dark, intimidating feel. The ceiling was high, with a black chandelier hanging in the center, its crystals catching the dim morning light. The furniture was all sleek and expensive-looking, mostly black with silver accents. To my right, there was a large fireplace, unlit, with an intricately carved stone mantel. Above it hung a massive portrait of a wolf—its eyes a striking silver, just like Alpha Ronan’s. It looked almost alive, its gaze intense and watchful.

Now, she looked like a mummy but wrapped in hair. As Roxanne nearly died in the head’s hair, she was thrown to the ground. Roxanne took deep breaths to regain her oxygen and looked around the room. The whole building looked very old but the room was very clean and spacious. Deep red was the main color for the room. Roxanne saw the arrangement of the objects, so it could be assumed that this was the bedroom. Then she saw the head enter a red veil.

I point out. She just waves away the thought and walks me across the cottage to one of the doors. When she opens the door I see a room that looks like a wolf sanctuary. There are fluffy rugs sitting all over the room, a huge bed that looks like you could sink into it. There is a window on the roof that will show the night sky.

People in the same black clothing passed by occasionally, bowing their head as they moved on. The Crimson Wolf stopped in front of a room and pulled a second set of keys out of his pocket. This door was different than the rest. It was a wooden frame with a stained-glass middle. He placed the selected one in the door and turned the handle, allowing Waverly to step into the room. Inside, a queen-sized bed sat atop a lofted area, facing a window that looked out into the town. The walls were bare and there was no other furniture occupying the space except a small circular table with a letter.

There is not much to the place but it holds sufficient furniture enough for me to live with. A warm well illuminated open kitchen lies to my right whilst a tiny living room is set to the left consisting of only a small circular dining table and two wooden chairs. In front of me are two rooms each radiating a distinct smell of freshness not tainted with the scent of wolves. The second room is shut and sealed I am unable to open it perhaps it is a storeroom I shall ask Moira about it tomorrow. Straying into the first room I am greeted by a petite bed big enough to fit only one wolf located next to a boarded closet. There is also a dressing table that contains all my paintings, art supplies and