Roxy Dirk Novels & Stories

I scanned the area trying to find who the voice came from. "Melia!" Roxy cried but I couldn’t find where her cry had come from. "Roxanne, where are you? I can't see you." I burned my way through the neonates surrounding us. Terrified and guilt ridden for getting distracted. Just as I got a glimpse of a rogue shoving a needle into Roxy's neck another one grabs ahold of Margot about to stick her with a needle of his own. But Dean hits him with an energy blast knocking him on his ass. I turned to go after Roxy but she was gone.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

Blake Dammit, being this close to Roxy is spiking my blood pressure and making my pulse race. I can feel the warmth of her body over my shoulder and her perfect tits pressing into me. What I wouldn’t do to literally throw her on my bed when we get in and slide that micro dress up and feel her soaking panties. A couple of my team members whoop and holler, like this is some kind of contest. Controlling Roxy, however is a power struggle. The woman is stronger than she looks. I’m dying to see what her wolf looks like.

I’m striding inside, chest heaving, ready to explode. The place is half full, with some of the guys playing pool and others drinking and chatting it up. Roxy stands out like a fox in a henhouse, leaning over the bar like she’s begging to get fucked, sipping a beer like she just got her lips done. When she sees me striding in her direction, her lips twist and her eyes narrow in a knowing smile. Almost amused. “Trouble in paradise, big boy?” she practically meows, twisting a lock of her hair around her painted nail.

Once outside the church, Roxy and Skin hurried down the road. They were headed to the woods. Roxy was trying to follow the scent as she could not see or hear the werepanther. Moments later, Skin saw her run off towards a thicket of trees. He shot after her but by the time he reached the thicket, he had already lost her. He sighed thinking about the newbie’s obsession with going solo on the mission.

I ask, frustrated and upset with his lack of focus on the task at hand. “Could you read them to me?” he requests. I sigh, but do as he asked. “September 10th, 8:05am. Five rogues attacked the warriors on guard duty along the southernmost perimeter. All rogues were killed. Two warriors sustained shallow scratches. One on the arm. The other on the leg. The battle lasted for–” I cut off with a squeak as I feel something warm and wet touch the back of my neck. He licked me. Tyler licked me!

I roared and leapt at Roxy, who screamed and tried to dodge, but I was faster. She tried to scream something—some fake plea—but I didn’t hear it. All I saw was her face as she dragged Lyra through the forest. As she dared to dream she could replace my mate. My claws slashed across her arm, and she shrieked, backing away. “You think I won’t kill you?” I snarled. “You tortured her. Chained her. You’re dead, Roxy.” Her eyes widened as I tackled her to the ground. She fought—tried to shift, tried to scream—but I pinned her, claws pressed to her throat.

Was she captured too? “Please…I don't know what's happening, who are you and what do you want from me?” I asked hopelessly. “Come on princess, you're supposed to be the strongest of us all. Where's all your power? Huh?” He was shaking my head from left to right. “Well if you insist that you don't know who I am,” he said, smirking and looking down at me. “I am Derek Stoic! Alpha Derek Stoic!” He all but proclaimed to me.

Roxy said handing me a Kleenex "after today no more crying or letting other people get to you" "I nodded my head "Roxy why are you so good at pep talks you're like a counselor" "well I know how you feel" I gave her a confused look "what do you mean" "well before I lived in Florida, I lived in New York, Manhattan to be specific and I went to a private school full of snobs, when I was younger I was a lot darker than I am now and the kids at my private school were lighter so they would make fun of me telling me to go back to my own country and that I was an illegal immigrant and that I didn't belong there, so one day I took a container of bleach I was going to pour it all over myself but I want

I watched him stab his artery and insert it into his daughter. "Lick her neck quickly to heal it, Lennex," he said firmly and I nodded and began lathering her neck with my tongue, healing the torn flesh with my saliva. Hera, Maddy's mother, brought in several blood bags and handed them to her husband. Ambrose eyed me and asked what happened. I exhaled deeply and told him she made me a hybrid and that I got an ancient white dire wolf named Amarok. He nodded and sighed.