Ruby X Cj Novelas e Histórias

Perfect place to hide someone you didn't want found. As I moved through the underbrush, my mind betrayed me by dragging up memories I'd spent months trying to bury. The rejection ceremony. Racheal's face. The way her silver eyes had dimmed when I'd spoken those words. *"I, Alpha Mike Freeman of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you, Racheal Snyder, as my mate and Luna."*

Only a valuable person deserves people around him. Andrea cackled, not feeling any ounce of guilt. “I bet you get the message.” “You really should have your head checked. You are losing it.” Asher grumbled, caressing the computer like it belonged to a part of his body. She tilted her head to the side when her eyes caught the image on the screen. She stood up to check it correctly, and a loud gasp escaped her lips. “Xander is the owner of X&J?!” Asher raised his brow. “You know him?”

So cool! As I pick up, he speaks, not waiting to hear my hello. "It's Raj. You are required on the tenth floor in the CEO's cabin right now." And he keeps his side of the phone without hearing me say bye. What a weirdo! I reach the tenth floor in no time. I see to my right there is a small glass cabin where a muscular, well-built guy is biting his lips seductively while he types on his phone quickly. Wait.. Is he sexting in office?

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

I purr at it as I run my index finger down the center of the bike to the sleek black leather seat. ‘CJ, there is something definitely wrong with you.’ my wolf, Ember, shakes her large furry reddish-brown head in disgust as she turns to lay down near the back of my mind. I laugh as I straddle onto my bike. I love it when Ember calls me by my nickname—CJ for Ciara Joy.

Hahaha! “Enough of that, Jc, are you done? We have to go out for a while, you can come with us, we’ll drop you off,” Jaxon said, so Jc quickly finished the cake, he looked like a monkey. Jaxon checked all the windows and doors, we met Cain on our way, I met him once while eating with Jaxon, he was with Kris and two other friends, if I’m not mistaken, he has a twin who looks almost like him, what’s his name again? I don’t know, never mind, Zain? Yeah, it must be him.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

The tour bus was moving fast on the dark highway. It was two in the morning. Jax Ryder sat on the big black leather couch in the back lounge. His shirt was open, showing his tattooed chest and hard stomach. He was 34 years old and the famous lead singer of the band *Vicious*. He was also a married man. Riley Kane, 22 years old, walked into the lounge. She was the new backup singer and the daughter of the band’s manager. She wore a tight black crop top that showed her flat stomach and hard nipples. Her short jeans hugged her round ass tightly.

She quickly stood up and rushed out. "Mr. Reyes, please take a look at our new house. Is there something wrong with it? Our luck's been bad lately. Is it because of Sharon? Is she still living too well?" Mr. Reyes, the so-called shaman, strolled through the house, rubbing his goatee. I followed him, curious. I was already dead. Could he still blame me for all this? Suddenly, he fixed his gaze on me, then quickly started counting on his fingers. I jumped in surprise. Could he see me?

He winked at me before walking down the stairs and rushing toward his car as I looked at the glass of orange juice and pushing it aside. “Rough night?” A man asked from beside me. I raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him, watching as he smiled. His hand had a phoenix tattoo, and judging by his scent, I could tell that the man was an Alpha. “And you’re choosing to forget about it by drinking orange juice?” “I don’t drink alcohol.” I said, and he chuckled before nodding at my stomach. “I can tell, your child’s heartbeat beats you to that.” He said, and I laughed. He extended his hand to me, and I raised an amused eyebrow. “Malakai, but friends call me Kai.”