Sirius Remus Ao3 Novels & Stories

I drag the scent of jasmine that fills my office, it burns all the way down, like I'm inhaling fire, heat fills my body most the south part especially. The heat is spreading, my muscles tighten, my heartbeat is kicking harder, faster and faster, the lighting in my office starts blaring, bleeding into the edges of my vision as red fills them. Three years of this hell. Since the year he left, my ruts stopped being biological cycles. They are no longer manageable, more temporary, and unpredictable now. Fenrir doesn't want release. He wants him, his scent, a ghost with jasmine on his skin. “Find him.” The voice of Femir slams through my skull, raw and feral.

His heart is responding, struggling against the hold of the witch. I pour more of myself into the light, willing it to grow brighter, stronger. “You’re stronger than this, Cyrus. I know you are. You have to fight.” His eyes, once dull and lifeless, begin to flicker. It’s subtle at first, just a slight twitch, but then it happens again, and this time, I see it—a spark of recognition, of life. Alpha Cyrus is back! “Migumi…” His voice is barely a whisper, hoarse and strained, but it’s there. He’s there.

Intro... Remus Everything was perfect but somehow I felt like something was missing, something that I didn't know. I am Remus Scofield, a multi-billionaire, I could get everything I want, every single thing in just one snap of my fingers, I run a lot of businesses in this city, I could do everything I want but I knew something was missing, yes, and I think it was my mate. I am a werewolf, from a royal pack, an Alpha that was trapped in the world of humans, I wasn't able to go back to my pack... not yet; definitely not now.

If she thought the other men she had fucked were sex gods, Remus was the master. ‘’Oh Remus, fuck me… yes, do it again.’’ Sylvia moaned. Remus worked his way into her heat, using his fingers to add to the pleasure she was feeling. Her breasts which were trapped between the railings felt raw but she loved it just like that, especially since he was also using his fingers to pleasure her.

It was all just so sterile here. Remus came back into the room, closing the door gently behind him he sat back in the wingback chair. He stared at her once more. She stared back. “Do you know much about the other creatures here?” his voice sliding into her mind again. She knew who he was referring to, the other shapeshifters. He saw them as creatures, not people, vile little man that he was. “I shan’t speak to you if you won’t even have the decency to talk with your mouth instead of violating my brain with your mind tricks” she said while sipping on her glass of water.

Hence, when she sent a message to Sirius, she felt guilty. [Where are you? Let’s meet tonight.] She then looked at Aster. “You got your wish.” “Not exactly. I’m doing this to help your bestie.” Aster then fell into contemplative silence before he put on a serious look. “But I need to tell you this: Sirius Roland is different from Titus Black. He values relationships more. If he actually falls in love with you, leave his side as soon as possible. If he learns that you went to Charmed before…”

I frowned, glancing at Basil to see if he would say something, but he just sighed and lay back on his bed. “Listen here, dummy!” Sammy went on. “There are only five phantom wolves. Azriel, Zeke, Asher, Rhys and Dominic. Out of the five, Dominic has already picked one. Which is not surprising since he doesn't care for skills and is just interested in pretty boys he can toy with…” The last part made my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. So I was supposed to be the pretty boy toy?

I frowned as I felt the heaviness settle in my chest, knowing that it was somewhat familiar. Xavier’s head snapped toward the doorway at the same time mine did. The scent hit first: cool night air, something faintly metallic, and the wild tang of wolf magic, old, deep, and unmistakably powerful. She was already inside. Lisa D’Amaris leaned against the frame of the door like she’d been there all along, her posture casual, her legs crossed neatly at the ankle. Her beauty was sharp, refined, nothing like Annalise’s fiery elegance or Lorenzo’s brooding dominance. This one was colder. Collected. Her eyes held that peculiar stillness that comes from knowing far too much.

"The pull. The connection." "No," I whispered, still not looking at him. "I didn't feel anything." I risked a glance up, instantly regretting it when our eyes met. That pull intensified, making my breath catch. His gaze softened, and I could see the confusion there. "The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes with mate bonds," he said quietly. "Lucas was supposed to be my mate," I whispered, more to convince myself than him. The king moved closer, sitting beside me on the bed. I tensed but didn't move away.