Roxanne Wolf X Gregory Novels & Stories

“Because I don’t think Ronon would be able to hold back if he thought you were the least bit interested. His wolf is barely tolerating Gregory’s presence as it is.” I giggled, finding comfort in Dax’s gentle touch. He always knew how to make me feel understood and grounded, even when tensions ran high. As we danced, the room around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of my mate’s arms and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

He knew what she was doing and he wouldn’t fall for it. As he continued fighting seeing he was winning, Veyra injured sent another signal. A massive rogue wolf approached not long after with blood drooling all over his fur, The Rocue was as Big as an Alpha wolf but hoi sfur was black with spots of rot but strangely it looked health.

Rebel pulls Aiden aside, “Nyx, do you want to go for a run? Roxie would love to get to know you too. I can have Austin join us.” “The more the merrier. Thank you for accepting me.” “What’s not to accept? You are gorgeous. I want to see you run!” Rebel and Austin both pull a shift. They are both black wolves, but Rebel has red highlights in her fur. I remember she said her wolf is named Roxie and Tio said Austin’s wolf was named Cronos. Nyx looks at Aiden, “Coming babe?” “Always.” He looked at everyone else, “Anyone who can and wants to come, shift and let’s go.”

“The wolf isn’t just her pet, but her aid in the Luna hunt.” “What do you mean, Alpha?” Allen looked at me then at Cadell, answering his Gamma. “She’s a wolfless Omega who uses her pet as her support.” His response struck me in the chest like an arrow. Wolfless? Gosh, I feel… Ouch. He went on to narrate how it all happened to his Gamma, who still wasn’t pleased with the way things went in his absence. “I see. If I wasn’t busy during that battle, I bet your pet wouldn’t have stepped into this mansion. Count yourself lucky.”

"Hi Karen, sorry to wake you and Cole up. Do you know a woman named Sarah who lives on Burgundy Drive? She was the woman living with that gray rogue wolf. Guess his name is Paul?" "Oh, yea, I remember her. Gary and I had dinner with Paul and her a few times. It was really weird. She was great, Paul gave me the heebie jeebies. In fact, now that I think of it, she seemed just as uncomfortable with him as I did with Gary. What do you need?" Karen was awake now. She remembered some very stilted conversations with Paul but feeling totally at ease with Sarah. Of course it was hard to concentrate with Cole sliding his fingertips down her arms. Even that small gesture gave her goose bumps and made h

But then it wasn’t like there was someplace for a run all this while too right… Without knowing, we had covered all the distance I had walked away from the house and Roxanne stopped as soon as she stopped in front of Giveon’s huge villa. “He can see us, he would bring a change of clothes for you,” Roxanne said and I was surprised. “If you let us run like this for a while more, you would feel all of it, for now, I’m still a separate entity from you just like how it is when a wolf is just awakened,” she explained and this time I was certain I was going to try this again.

Gregory let out a snort. "Pity," he said, pausing for dramatic effect. "...we all know how much he enjoys humping Rosalie-look-alikes," he said, bending down and stroking her hair. "You are so beautiful; most wolves would howl your name. But the Alpha is not interested in your seductive beauty." As she stood up, disoriented from being thrown against the wall, she swore: "I'm going to rip your throat out, Gregory.” She swore.

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

my eyes zeroed on Gregory. "A keffer is a keffer because she has no wolf and therefore no mate," I gritted out the basic physics with a growing frustration, "how then does she carry a scent that drives my wolf to the border of destruction?" He pauses at this, as I keep speaking. "Perhaps it is my fault," I growl getting to my feet, "as the day of the mating dawns closer, my wolf grows anxious. All he ever wanted was someone to call his, someone truly designed for him, " I paused, turning to Gregory,