Roxanne Wolf X Male Reader Novels & Stories

They come forward, slow at first, like predators sizing up prey and then it’s chaos. Metal clashes with metal. Fists crash into flesh. The smell of blood hits me in the stomach, sharp and coppery. Wolves shift; men twisting, bones snapping and teeth glinting in the pale light. I can hear the low growls, the snarl of wolf throats and the snap of claws against leather. I grit my teeth. A part of me wants to look away and part of me… I can’t. Ronan Draven steps forward, taller and broader than anyone else. Even in human form, his presence is magnetic, dangerous.

"Your touch and the love in your heart is all I need, little wolf." She startled to hear him call her that. "...like werewolves we live within each other, Dean and I, we are of one being, one mind, one soul. To be intimate is a shared moment." She blushed and looked away, hugging herself in her mortified embarrassment. "Yeah, I get that..." "So you think an Omega Wolf is not worthy of a Dragon? Do you wish me to reject you?" She looked up at him alarmed.

And she let another moan out as her hands hugged me tighter against her. I slipped another finger in and started moving my hand. I pulled away from the kiss and looked at her. Her eyes had full on turned from human to Wolf. She looked so unreal and so beautiful. My left hand rested on her neck as i moved my right hand faster in between her legs. She moaned and groaned while bitting her bottom lip. I used my elbow to stop the shower from running. We were using cold water but it was still water. I lifted her right leg to my left hip and pinned my whole body on hers.

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

There was a moment of pure silence with nobody moving or saying anything then the next second, Ryker cursed out loud as he tried to cover my body with his. His hand quickly yanked the blanket to cover my exposed skin. “What the hell, Dimka?!” he yelled at his Beta and gave Dmitry a murdering glare. From what I’d read, male wolves were known to be incredibly possessive when it came to their mates but this was the first time I witnessed Ryker being possessive of me. I wasn’t sure I appreciated it. Possessive meant showing possession and I wasn’t a thing to be owned by him.

I have seen something similar among wolves during powerful lunar nights. When the moon holds too much sway, their wolves take over completely. Unmated males seek unmated females, and love does not matter. Consent becomes unnecessary. I imagine it is the same for Lycans, only far more intense. “Another thing you’ll need to prepare for,” Roxy adds, “is brunch with the consorts.” I nearly choke on the water in my mouth. “The consorts?” I croak. “Like… the others?” I don’t think I’m ready for that. I’m grateful that I haven’t crossed paths with any of them yet. I thought I’d been spared. Apparently not.

She had a wolf—one hell of a wolf, probably with alpha blood. “Her wolf’s name is Eilyul,” Ronan, my lycan, said eagerly. “She’s badass and sexy as hell. I’m already in love with her.” I raised an eyebrow at Ronan’s outburst and closed the distance between Alex and I. When I wrapped my arms around Alex, relief and lust crashed over me all at once. Her body pressed against mine, still trembling, faintly warm, her heartbeat wild under my chest. She smelled of earth, blood, and that intoxicating sweetness that always drove me insane. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling deep, wanting to hold her tighter and never let go. My body reacted instantly, my arousal pushing hard against her stomach,

​ I froze as his striking features came into view—a strong jawline, sun-kissed skin, and brown hair that fell just past his ears, tousled in a way that added to his effortless charm. Standing tall with a powerful, muscular build, the Alpha exuded an aura of deadly dominance and godly allure that demanded submission. The longer our eyes locked, the more his gaze intensified. A sudden uproar erupted around me.​ "He didn't flinch under Ronan's aura!" "Yeah, no one has ever withstood Ronan's aura before. Who is this wolf?"​ The handsome wolf's expression darkened at the murmurs. I blinked. Wait, did they just call him Ronan? Ronan Volkstane?!​

No other male is permitted to get a look at her body except me. My wolf rages inside me. When Rain opens her mouth to speak, I swiftly silence her by swooping my lips down on hers, kissing her, and staking a claim on her. Mine, my wolf growls. TBC.

I replied waiting for what Roxanne would say to me. "I want to get away from this pack. The only way to do so is to marry someone from outside the pack," Roxanne explained, still looking at me. "Aren't you already engaged to the future Alpha of the Nightmare Night pack?" I remember my beta saying something like this. I unexpectedly saw Roxanne grimace, like she didn't want to answer that question. "If you want me to be your fiance, don't I need to know about this?" I asked while squinting my eyes, trying to scare her into answering my question.