Roxy Morton Novelas e Histórias

In my mind, I was finally feeling the very same rage my father had felt towards them. She was Damien Cross, one of the most ruthless of all rogues out there. Kylar had only told me a few days after Della was long and gone. Damien and Della were together in the same house or wherever the hell they were. The thought made the blood in my veins boil to the point where I felt like finding them and then tearing Damien's throat out. We just got married, just got hit with the fact that Della was pregnant and hybrid and now she was gone. I felt like I was losing control so quickly and there was nothing in the world that I could do to help myself.

Instead, I press it flat against the table and close my eyes, breathing shallowly. Roxy was given a two-year ban from Snowfall Pack after she pushed me so hard I fell and lost my first child with Miles. The same child that forced Miles to mark and claim me as his mate and Luna. But both Mom and Miles claimed Roxy wasn't in her right frame of mind, that she went berserk when she heard Miles was taking me as Luna because I carried his child.

“Well…that’s a good trick but how do you know it’s worked?” Austin stood up, accepting a glass of wine from Zaw, giving him a nod. “Some of these things take time indeed. I thought I had best prepare an example to prove to you the power of this demon. Only a few days ago Roxie was at death's door. She was bleeding heavily, pale.” “She looked like shit,” Zaw joined in needlessly, his mossy green eyes drinking in my pained expression. Why, why make me relieve one of the worst decisions of my life.

“Just test him. Run the damn test.” The nurse finally stepped aside. “Fine. Go sit. I’ll tell someone to come draw it. But if this causes another problem, all of you are out.” We moved fast down a hall buzzing with machines. I saw Tory through the glass, bandaged, still, hooked to tubes. The sight nearly floored me. "I caused this. Leo’s death broke her. I killed him. She thought he was her mate.” Roxy groaned. “She didn’t just think that. She felt it. The moon goddess's daughter or whatever told her. It wrecked her.”

The neon sign outside “THE FULL MOON” bar flickered with a buzzing sound that usually meant a bulb was about to explode, but inside the air was a scent of cheap whiskey, expensive cigar smoke, and the musky pheromones of filthy restless werewolves. “My name is ROXY” I stood backstage, leaning against a peeling locker watching Jax, adjust his glittery thong in the mirror. Jax was my best friend. “Just a little here, and yup that’s it” He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs.