Novel & Cerita Smg4 Oneshot Wren

WREN’S POINT OF VIEW. I’m screwed. Like totally fucked up. Hi, I’m Wren, and I'm screwed…hey, does that rhyme? Anyway, enough babbling… did I mention I'm fucked. Why? You may ask. Well, I made a sex tape….well, not really a sex tape, just me playing with my pink vibrator for my boyfriend who’s out of the country at the moment, and I sent it to him. And you might say, well, that’s not so bad.

Mira whispered, the word a plea. Wren smiled. “Come here.” She guided Mira to turn, to face her. Tessa, recovered, moved closer too, her interest renewed. Wren and Tessa positioned themselves on either side of Mira, both kneeling in the creek. Wren’s hand stayed on Mira’s clit, her fingers beginning a slow, teasing rub. Tessa’s hands went to Mira’s small, perky breasts, her thumbs circling the nipples. “Watch them,” Wren said, nodding toward the rock where Sloane was slowly disentangling from the men, cum still leaking from her. “Watch what they just did. And imagine what they’re going to do to you next.”

Instead she rolled to her knees on the cold stone floor, pressed one hand flat against the wall for balance, and breathed through it: four counts in, four counts out, the way she'd trained herself in the first weeks of captivity when every morning brought new reasons to make noise. She didn't make noise anymore. Mara stood over her with her arms crossed and her lip already curling — a large woman with iron-grey hair and eyes the colour of old bruises. Head omega of the Blood Moon pack. Wren's personal architect of misery for the past five years. "I said get up." "I'm up," Wren said, and stood.

His shoulders sank. “I do not know what to believe.” I nodded. “Then start with what you saw yourself.” Wren stepped forward. Small. Pale. Still shaking. “I saw Lena hold on when the roots took me.” Mara’s hand reached for her, but Wren did not step back. “I saw Alpha Damien’s soldiers at Briar Glen. I saw the gate open. I saw the road. I saw Annie.” Her voice broke on her sister’s name. “I saw Lena bleed instead of letting me go under.”

Wren’s first instinct was to slam her foot on the gas, but unfortunately, her car had just broken down. Right when she was about to step into her new life, it chose to betray her. Wren forced herself to relax her facial muscles, then curved her lips into a confident smile. “Tell me, Omar, what are you doing here? Don’t tell me you regret rejecting my confession back then?” She raised her brows playfully. “Though it’s a pity—your full head of gray hair isn’t really my taste anymore.”

My mate shifts from foot to foot full of nervous energy mixed with something so powerful it has me fighting to bare my neck to her. “Wren” she says softy behind me as she comes closer to my side “Your not yourself. What’s happened to you? You understand that this is weird right, you watching us” Wren casually starts walking down the stairs hands in his hoodie pocket like he’s taking a fucking stroll in the god damned park, relaxed and un-bothered by his sisters words. “Theres nothing wrong blossom, I was just coming down to get something to drink and stumbled on the free show” he shrugs like it was no big fucking deal.

I'll have to talk to my brothers later about all that. We all walk out into the gym, waiting for everyone else to show up. As the gym slowly fills up I hear a whistle right next to us which startled all of us as I hear that sweet voice say "Hey fuckheads what's up?" "Oh my god you evil bitch! Where have you been all my life?!" Wren swings her around as she rolls her eyes at his antics. When he sets her down his eyes go wide on the three girls standing behind her "Wait who are these sexy girls standing behind you Kia?" he asked while looking at Mia- I think that's her name. " Oh my bad everyone this is Mia, Courtney and Rachel. I just met them in the locker room and we're going to be bitches

He didn’t want Jackson to see him this way. The hallway stretched on forever and yet it was no time at all before he stood behind the worker in the dark entrance to the ring. The worker opened the door and Wren flinched at the light. It was too bright. The lights were hot as he stepped out into the ring. The mat beneath his feet stank of blood. Wren took a deep breath and let himself fall into a familiar routine. Let the numbness consume him again. The wolf across from him was young, barely old enough to be fighting in the same ring as him.

After hours of a battle and the end of her life, her power was so immense that it could wipe out over thirty trained Hunters with a smile on her face. Wren kept a hand on my back as we walked through the forest, only adjusting our trajectory a little North. I stumbled on a tree branch and tipped forward, only for Wren to catch me. His eyes looked into mine and he nodded but didn’t say anything. We continued on and the rain let up every so slightly. The treelined broke into the clearing Sam had designated her army to be stationed. From the looks of things, the battle was over. Some of the rogues were sitting helping each other with bandages or trying to keep the fires from going out in the do

She wiped a tear from her eye, still giggling, "Okay, fine, no STDs, okay? Just fun!" I don't know why, but she appeared extremely happy tonight. It felt terrible to rob her of her moment with my sob life and love story. Almost love story. Hence, I made the okay sign, finding myself smiling from ear to ear. That was Wren to me - my laugh factory. "Before I go," Wren said, her tone suddenly turning serious as she leaned closer to the camera, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "Mr. Paulo Smith asked for your number today. I found it a bit strange."