Sasha Qwaser Novels & Stories

The proposal arrives on slide seven. SASHA VOLKOV. Twenty-six. Russian-American. Fitness model and influencer with four million followers and the kind of social media presence that looks effortless in the way that only extremely expensive things look effortless. Victoria presents her the way a real estate agent presents a property, with all the dimensions, amenities, and market value, and the amenity she’s selling is Sasha’s ability to stand beside Rhys at public events and look like something sponsors want to invest in.

"But I was wrong, my mate is nothing like that. I'm sorry I kept it from all of you. You deserved to know who your Luna is,although some already know, some may have figured it out, but for those of you who are still clueless about who she is, my mate is...." My heart started beating uncontrollably fast. I started to sweat. "Sasha Lina Vanders" Damien said, motioning towards me. He then nodded his head, motioning me to come up. I gave him a scowl look while walking towards him, then climbed the podium. I turned around and stared out, many eyes were staring back at me. I smiled "Hi.... please just call me Sasha. Luna is too formal for my taste." I said jokingly.

Sasha stopped in front of the raised stand and placed her hands on her hips. Long black hair ran down her back in inky black curls. She was barefoot and dressed in a simple dress that accentuated her curves. Her dark eyes flashed with determination as she stared at Paul. "She's not Pack," Sasha said. "She can never be Pack because she represents all that we fight against. She is one of them!" The noise of the crowd grew.

Maya turned, her gaze meeting ours as almost like she had felt our presence. “Do you want to say hello?” I asked. Sasha smirked, her fingers brushing slowly around the diamond that adorned her neck, “It would be rude if we didn’t, and don’t you think so?” I smiled, “Very rude,” She led the way and I followed like her disciple. I had created a monster and I wasn’t scared of it. The Conrads had tried to tame her down, but that was their mistake, Sasha Hawkins isn’t a woman to be tied down. She is a bird meant to be out there, free and happy.

I tried to squeeze my brain and suddenly, fractions of memories came to me like a storm. Cyrene and her first love. Their mother came as well and the secret Cyrus has been keeping from me. A pain struck me right on my chest and I could hardly breathe. He is a werewolf. I am his mate. That is the secret he tried to keep from me because he was scared that if I found out about it, I would leave him. First, it was a witch and now, a beast. I shook my body despite the physical pain I felt. I kept moving, shaking and even jumping on my seat just to get someone's attention.

she whispered. Hunter stepped back, giving us room. “Focus,” I told her softly. “On her. Lisa. On what you felt when she tried to dominate you. And attract that to you. Use it to your advantage. Attract that aura.” Valerie closed her eyes. Her wolf stirred immediately, not gently, not cautiously, but violently, like something that had been trapped for too long and now tasted freedom. The air around her thickened. Her pulse accelerated. Hunter tensed. “Xavier…” he warned.

*** Rouges apartment *** ***Cain *** Vera couldn’t stop grinning as she talked. Just the way I liked my scouts when they had good news. “They’re cracking,” she said, pressing over the table. Her lips curled at the edges like she was savoring the words. “Sasha’s was touched. The entire match, she was tracking the field like she expected something to jump out at her. Girl’s got instincts. Sharp ones.” I chuckled under my breath. “And Kael?”

"The Luna Trials kick off tonight." The crowd went still. It appeared that the wind was still holding its breath.' Queens who wear silk and rule through men are not suitable for these situations.... Wolves who bleed for their own beliefs are the beneficiaries of these.” Women who think they can lead better than me should step forward. Silence. Then a footstep. Sasha. Tall. Silver-colored hair was swept down her back like the end of an old sword. A scar on her cheek was caused by a Lycan's claw. She strolled into the ring with confidence.

She ought to be punished for putting something so bold out there like that. But hell, I invited her to. I take a pull of my beer, scanning the crowd. For what? I don’t know, until my eyes rest on a beautiful, tall, graceful woman who’s standing by the pool table. She’s talking animatedly to a couple, but there’s a man behind the couple who’s eyeing her. I can see the scroll of musical note tattoos along her neck and know exactly who this is: Sasha. She’s the CEO of a medical supply company located in New England, and only comes here for the kink. She has no interest in anything serious or long-term, and would kick the balls of a guy who demanded her submission outside of a scene, but she com

"Scarlett." ******