Steve Rogers Avengers Novels & Stories

I am just processing everything. 'Thank you, but to answer your question. Yes Aaron is a Lycan and he is your Beta. His Lycan, Thanatos, has always been my second hand man. So I am glad Queen Nadea kept him by my side. Oh and don't ask about that right now. I will explain that after this run.'

Jessica was smiling to herself as her wolf loped through the forest on the outskirts of Springfield. She was finally out from under her parents’ thumbs and could be herself. Her parents treated her like a little girl. She was an Alpha she-wolf. At fifteen, she was more than what humans were at twenty. That was why Jessica had stolen her older sister’s driver’s license. She and Vanessa looked so much alike that no one would doubt she was twenty-two.

Rodgers had actually snapped at me was when I forgot to get him his coffee. Mr. Carl Rodgers has been working at Allan Establishment for nearly 10 years now. He's literally the best boss anyone can ask for. Kind, polite and fair. We all love him. I honestly thought working as the CEO's assistant in such a big company would be hard work but Mr. Rodgers is a really good boss, never burdens me or anything, one of the reasons why I love my job. There was a knock on my door, I get up and open it and there stood Steve, the coffee guy "Thank you so much!" I say with a smile as Steve hands me two cups.

“Where is Steve? I went to our warehouse and didn’t find anyone there.” “We left the warehouse not quite long and Steve's handling some business outside. You know how it is," rogue three said, giving a sly grin. Mark laughed saying, “Who is it this time? Vicky or Ava?” Their chatter continued for a couple of hours, and soon, Steve arrived. As he stepped into the moonlight, I recognized his face as the glabor that attacked us on our way to the Silvermoon pack. “Sophia,” he said slapping one of the female rogues' ass. “How was the run? I hope you didn’t get down with any of these mutts. You are mine you hear me! Mine!” He said.

From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself. A rogue tries to flee. Ragnar's scythe spins out of his hand, decapitating him, but he doesn't kill him, I notice, just as someone knocks me down and just like that, I'm carried into the heat of the battle again. Ryker, on the other hand, blurs between wolf and human, leaving dead men in his wake till the last of the rogues stands. "Who sent you?" Ryker asks. I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold.

“But Aviva is my choice now.” The older man snorted, shaking his head. “You think you can protect her,” Mr. Rogers spat. “You’re just a boy playing at being a man. You haven’t seen the things I’ve seen, done the things I’ve done. If you think you can keep Aviva safe from me, you’re delusional.” I straightened up, my eyes never leaving Mr. Rogers’. “ I’m simply determined.” He stared at all of us for a while before storming out.

We walked them out onto the porch, Kavi shook hands with Alpha Roger while I gave January a hug then turned to give Alpha Roger a hug as well, as soon as our bodies touched, I was yanked out of reality and pushed right into another vision. I watched as Roger finished his challenge with having victory over his opponent, it’s fast forward to him being asleep in his room then I see a helper on her way to his room with a tray and is stopped by a man who engages her in conversation, he puts one hand around her and whispers in her ear making her blush and look away and he used that moment to sprinkle a powder like substance into Rogers drink, she jokingly pushed him off and he raised his hands in

Falling wasn't an option—Alpha or not, he couldn't fight hundreds of mindless killing machines, especially not with the virus weakening his ability to transform. Taking a knee to stabilize himself, Steve watched the rogues charge, their movements jerky and uncoordinated but terrifyingly fast. The truck's uneven pace made accuracy difficult, so he waited until they were almost upon him, close enough that he could see the veins bulging beneath their mangy fur. Three rapid shots rang out, and Steve rolled sideways, the creatures' momentum carrying them past him. They skidded across the metal surface before plummeting to the road below, dead before they hit the ground.

There is a freaking hole in his chest—how the fuck is he still breathing? I gape at it while Roger keeps his tired eyes on me, waiting for what I might do next. I'm not an idiot. He wants me to touch the skin around his wound to help it heal. Trembling, I make it over to his stomach and gulp. This isn't some scrawny half-assed innocent werewolf, but a well-built alpha specimen. Roger could hurt me even in his current state. All the more reason to fear him. Inhaling, I touch him, and Roger holds his breath before slowly releasing a gust of painful air.

I heard their roars and threw one of the rogues towards Aiden as he shifted and swiped his paw on the rogue’s neck and dislocated his head before he even touched the ground. Damn, my man is sexy as fuck when he goes all Alpha. ‘Show me later,’ Aiden said. Even now, he is listening to my thoughts and still protecting my sister and me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Rodrigo. He is fighting two rogues. He has shifted, and it’s the first time I've seen his shadow maw. He isn’t as big as I am, though. One of the rogues is coming up behind him with a silver knife.