Roxy Lalonde Novels & Stories

Only, I was sure to do it from a distance where I knew that he wouldn’t be hearing about ti. “And your Luna,” I added casually, watching his expression sharpen. “I’ve heard of her. Alaria, isn’t it? Quite the woman from the whispers I’ve caught. Strong, beautiful, not easily bent. You’ve done well for yourself. Though I did hear that you had chosen a different one for a while. I am curious about how you managed to get her to accept you again…” His wolf pushed closer to the surface, a low growl escaping his throat. Good.

And gods help me, I want to lose to him. But I can’t. Because I’m Sera Ashenvale. The rogue girl who lived. The Luna he’ll regret choosing. The storm that’s coming for everything he built. And when the blood moon rises again... He’ll remember exactly who I am.

I couldn’t lose her, and as much as it hurt me to see her grow old and wither away, I knew it was what she wanted. Her name was Roxy. She had a head full of medium length brown curls that couldn't be tamed if she tried. She had beautiful olive skin that tanned easily in the sun, and light brown eyes that seemed to burn into my soul with every glance. She was about 5 foot 9 inches and had the most beautiful curves. I loved her from the day I met her when she was 16, until the day she died at 92, peacefully in my arms.

For some reason, his heart clenched, and he added, "She doesn't handle alcohol well. If she starts making a scene later, it'll disturb the other guests, and it'll embarrass you, too. You understand, right, Stella?" Ordinarily, I would've kicked up a fuss by now. But this time, I simply smiled. "Of course. Drive safe." Bryan frowned. It looked like he had more to say, but at the very next second, Roxy collapsed into his arms and draped herself all over him. With her cheek pressed against his neck, she said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Let's go, Mr. Sable… My body's burning up… I want you so badly…"

She walked over to her maid, reached out, and gently dried the tears from Trisha’s face before wiping her own. "I am done crying, Trisha," Olivia said, her voice dropping into a steady, fierce whisper. "I am going to fight back. Harder and stronger than ever before." Yara let out a dark, approving howl. Olivia knew the truth now. She had never stolen anyone's place. She was the rightful Luna, the true daughter of Mike Hawthorne. Her father must have kept her betrothed's name a secret to protect her from the evil vultures lurking in the shadows, knowing how naive she used to be back in Silvermoon.