Roxanne Wolf X Gregory Novels & Stories

He’d probably seen my bare ass and the matching sheer panties I’d had on too, which meant the damned human had pretty much seen me naked. “Dammit, bastard!” I huffed at the wolf, pushing his face away again when he leaned in with an apologetic whine. “What the hell is wrong with you? I let you lick my damned legs so many times, the least that should guarantee me is the freakin’ truth.” “What did he do?” Dax checked. “Told me the human couldn’t see through his eyes,” I huffed. “I stripped in front of him.” Dax grimaced. “Can’t say I’m surprised. If Rocco’s decided he doesn’t want anything to do with his mate physically, the wolf was probably hoping that seeing you naked might help.”

The moment I stepped into the hallway, my entire body froze, and I felt my wolf growling inside me in anger. "Fight back, Cassandra. We have to protect him; that woman wants to harm our mate. That man would give his life for you, and we must protect him at all costs!" Roxy’s voice echoed powerfully in my mind, and I had to hold myself back from going back into that room and sinking my teeth into Luna Katy’s neck in rage for threatening our mate. I felt our bond growing stronger every day. Even though I’d managed to break the spell and my wolf could recognize him as her mate, Xavier seemed unrecognizable, and his wolf still hadn’t claimed me as his true mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess.

“Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth” “I believe you”. I say smiling at her while finally closing the gap between us, I reach out to her once again, patiently waiting and praying for her to take my hands. Just as she reaches out to me, I hear the ruffling of leaves nearby and then a different scent hits me. My instincts to protect her kicks in and I quickly tell her to get behind me while abruptly scanning the area for rogues. As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they grow

“ The truth. About your wolf. About your bloodline. And about the prophecy they are trying so hard to bury.” ***** The next morning,I awoke to chaos. I dragged myself outside. Curiosity overshadowed my exhaustion. The scene before me left me speechless,the air was thick with smoke,and distant howls echoed across the pack,many wolves were rushing towards the borders. “What's happening?” I asked a nearby wolf. “Rogues.” He said breathlessly. “They have breached the eastern perimeter”. My heart dropped to my foot. Rogues were a rare and dangerous threat. Feral wolves who attack without a reason or prior warning.

Although Rona and Tamara also turned out to be not the same as I imagined. That's just the Martin family moved away from recent events and again released a sting. The talk that Reid will not have a strong heir and he will have to look for a successor definitely comes from them. When Reed saw that I was worried, he showed me the game of two wolf cubs - Kira and Alex, the son of Luke and Rachel. They were the weather and both got used to the turnover. The young werewolves did not rush at each other, they froze a meter apart, bent over, as if ready to jump, and did not take their eyes off each other. This went on for quite some time.

Maria shrieked, “This is madness! He’ll bleed us dry!” But Austin ignored them all. His gaze never left Greg. Cold. Calculating. Greg’s smirk returned, wider than ever. He swaggered toward the long mahogany table and dropped into one of the carved chairs like it already belonged to him. “Well. The prodigal wolf is finally home.” He stretched his arms across the backrest, soaking in the gasps, the horror. “It feels… comfortable. I could get used to this.” Austin’s jaw ticked. His lips curled into something that looked like a smile but wasn’t. “Enjoy it while it lasts, Greg. But remember, chairs break if you put too much weight on them.”

The wolf snarled and growled as he approached the vampires, trying to find a way to attack them without hurting Princess Aurora. He emitted a roar, rumbling the earth beneath them for a distraction. Disturbed by the earth shaking, the vampires dislodged themselves from Princess Aurora and turned their attention to Andrew’s wolf. Louise smiled viciously and licked her lips. “Look, Gregory, we seem to have drunk from one of the Alpha King’s mutts again,” she taunted.

His eyes swept the room, taking in the scattered furniture and the thick layer of dust that coated everything. He approached the wardrobe, his anger boiling over. With a swift motion, he yanked the doors open, revealing a figure huddled inside. The pale skin of the omega stood out starkly against the darkness. The sight of the omega’s deep blue eyes, wide with fear, sent a jolt through Gregory. And his wolf growled in recognition. "Mate," it howled as Gregory sank to his knees, overwhelmed by a wave of unexpected emotions.

The ground suddenly trembled. I skidded to a stop just as three corrupted wolves leapt from the shadows—fur matted, eyes black as oil. The Queen’s curse. Their snarls echoed off the cliffs, twisted by madness. Gregor lunged first, meeting the lead wolf midair with a bone-crunching thud. I darted in beside him, claws slashing, teeth bared. The corrupted creature reeked of rot and old magic, and as my claws tore through it, the damn thing laughed.

My wolf was different but I was still a wolf and I wasn’t a threat, right? His wolf took slow steps towards me and everything in me told me to run but Frankie stood her group. “You! Who are you?” He asked me through the mind link. “I’m Frankie,” Frankie replied calmly while I was dying of fear. His eyes darkened and he took another step towards me, “I’m Gregory, the wolf of Alpha Graham, the Alpha of Silvercrest pack,” his voice sounded in my head, filled with authority and dominance, and I noticed that he didn’t speak to Frankie with the same hatred he used whenever he spoke to me.