Roxy Lalonde Novels & Stories

But before she could even finish her question, Roxanne’s cold voice interjected. “I’m Dr. Roxanne Morison, Hayden’s Luna, and you are?” With her cold and intimidating voice, Roxanne bluntly introduced herself to my ex-mate, and honestly, I loved how she proclaimed that she was mine. I smirked at that. “Tania Lavigne.” But Tania’s voice had an amused tone when she introduced herself back to Roxanne, excluding her real surname. I wondered what Tania was thinking that could lead to something I was curious about.

The room went silent. Then Clara whispered, almost breathless. “Oh… hell. That Alejandro? The one with the tattoos and the black Lamborghini?” Roxy’s eyes widened. “The one everyone’s been talking about? The one in the news this week?” Amelia nodded, her hands still trembling. “Yes. Him. And he’s coming for me.” Roxy’s eyes lit up like Christmas. “Oh my God, Stone him? Girl, say what you want, but that man is fine as hell. He looks like sin carved from marble.”

Rosemary It had been a few months since the battle that had turned my life upside down - the day we lost Dylan, the day Aurora was born, and the day I discovered I was a hybrid. Those events had left scars on all of us, visible and invisible. Since then, I have spent most of my days training, both with my wolf and with the magic that pulsed through my veins. Every spell, every incantation, every shift of my body into wolf form was another step toward becoming the person I needed to be: a protector for Aurora, a Luna for the pack, and a force strong enough to face Andromeda.

Luna's only target is Cathy and Roxie, and she doesn't know what Luna wants from the two. Roxie shook her head. "No, I'm fine," he said and then stood up. Roxie was supported by Cathy and Adriana. "I didn't expect that I would feel even more afraid of her. We're both omegas, delicate ones, but I feel like I am more delicate than she is." Adriana took a deep breath. "That's no longer surprising. After all, you probably know why, don't you?" Roxie didn't have to think; she just nodded. Right, Luna is now a rogue in normal Omega clothing. It was as if a wolf stole a sheep's clothes and wore them himself.

For a moment I'm confused, till I realise that we are in the presence of an Alpha, even if it doesn't feel like it. Okay, maybe it does by the long stretch of silence Landon is feeding like a fire, by just staring at the offered hand Cyrus is showing. I sigh in relief when Landon finally shakes it, not taking his dark brown eyes off Cyrus's wide, scared blue ones. "I didn't expect to find you here Alpha, with my date," Cyrus declares cynically. Landon's jaw clenches in immediate response, and I want to slam my face into my hand.

she said urgently as I rose to my feet. I was frozen for a moment, unsure of what to say. Roxy was the last person I’d expected to see here. She’d been absent from Yurene for so long and part of me had been scared that she was killed in Wegalla. As she stood before me, I was swept up by her beauty. Her sea-green eyes were wild with excitement and her black hair was tangled a bit, likely from her travels, but she looked like a warrior goddess to me.

Avery commented, as Roxie scrolled though the menu items absently. "There's one more thing. Maddison Lynch has become Luna of the Redwood Pack." Roxie was shocked to say in the least. She had figured that Alpha James had more sense than that. She had liked him before, but now she was realizing how poor judgement she had in that regard. "We are keeping an eye on things in Redwood, I don't want to cause any issues without cause, but I don't trust the people that at one time or another had the intention of harming my mate. So we're monitoring those situations for now. Anyway, what looks good, love?" Avery asked and Roxie felt her cheeks heat up at the way he addressed her. She smiled sheepishly

“I’ve missed you!” “I’ve missed you too!” She finally let go. “Grace, this is Roxie. She is Alpha Alejandro’s mate from down south.” Roxie had a darker complexion with long, black hair that went to her waist. She wore a tight mini dress with a blazer, I think, to make it look dresser. Otherwise, it was a party dress. With bright pink eyeshadow, and lips, her personality seemed just as bright. “Nice to meet you.” I said, politely.

The irritation that has been simmering since we left the packhouse threatens to boil over as Roxy waves to the crowd like she is born to this role. "Alpha Mondragon," the Master of Ceremonies says with a deep bow, "we are honored by your presence. And your lovely Luna as well." I open my mouth to correct him, but Roxy cuts in smoothly. "Thank you for the warm welcome," she says, her voice carrying across the ballroom. She does not correct him either. The misunderstanding hangs in the air, and I feel my shoulders stiffen further. This is exactly why I did not want to bring her, this presumption, this silent usurpation of Rhea's position.

“Are you ready? Or do we need to go over anything once more?” I take a deep breath and smooth my hands over my tight black mini-skirt. “My name is Roxy, I’m 22, and I’m here on a school exchange program.” Dante nods. “Perfect. And if someone says you don’t look familiar?” “I say I know John.” “You’re ready.” I beam when Dante suddenly stops the driver. “Pull over for a second. Into the alley.”