The Third Option Ao3 Novels & Stories

I’m pretty sure my eyes are fluctuating between my cobalt-azure blue and Jericho’s blood-red. Oh, how I wanted to mark her. To hear her cry out when I do. To feel what she feels. To know what she thinks. I felt my canines starting to lengthen, making me pull away from her neck. “You need to tell me which option you want. I still recommend option three as then I won’t be so tempted to mark you,” I said with a heavy breath, licking my lips, knowing my canines were on display. Aurelia gasped softly. I think she was starting to realize in her lust-filled haze how serious this is. “Opt... option three,” she managed to say, nodding. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” I smirked.

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At first , her hand forms a circle and then a triangle – her mouth vomit words that none of us understand. “Who are you and what do you think you are doing?!” Andrew asks again , before raising to his feet. However , the woman continues to ignore him and chant. “This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my har

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

“And the third?” Esme paused, and Nick saw hesitation dance in her eyes. “The third option is an old tradition used when two male werewolves desire to have the same woman or lay claim to the same mate. A combat to the death, with the victor claiming the position of luna and the bond with the alpha. It is brutal, yes…. But the situation already leaves us all in a tight position, and I… Hope the third option doesn’t go beyond being an option.” The room went still.

“But they are not just yours.” The bond flared. I felt it. God, I felt it. Like something snapping into place deep inside my chest. It stole the air from my lungs. I staggered slightly. Kaelor noticed immediately. “Aurenya—” “Don’t touch me!” I snapped, stepping back. But it was too late. They felt it too. All three of them. Rhydan let out a low, almost disbelieving laugh. “There it is…” Draven’s expression darkened, something possessive flickering beneath the

the Scottish woman continues, “and I am guessing the mark you’re toting will confirm that. A triple moon, three daggers sitting below, each one pointing at a different moon phase?” The more she talks, the more the pieces fall into place, the picture becoming clearer. Elle’s instinctual pull to Nora, Theo’s protective nature towards both of them….My desire to keep me and her here…. “Who do you think is the third reincarnation?” Andrew asks, speaking while Damon just takes in the information. The demeanor of the Alpha couple tells me they were expecting something like this.” “Charity,” Nora and Elle answer, as if the answer is obvious, and now that I think of it makes sense.

“He’s refining under pressure.” Lucien’s voice came low, almost lost beneath the chaos. “Not just refining, learning.” Aurora’s eyes flickered. “Explain.” He didn’t answer immediately. He was watching something else. Something hidden, deep, untouched, until now. “I’ve been building something,” Lucien said quietly. Aurora stiffened. “What?” “A third option,” he continued. “Independent. Not tied to you. Not tied to him. A subroutine that can operate outside both command structures.”

With that said, they clinked their glasses clinked as the sound of lauhter grew once more, Autumn looked around for the third time, satisfied with what she had, she held closly to Aki's hand and smiled. Hey guys. So am guessing you may have many questions as this is my second work, it might be a bit rough as this was an old idea I had from way back, so I would like to apologize for it. A fresh work, with fresh ideas is coming up. I hope you will have fun reading my offical third book, The Brides of the Ego's, a romance stroy with a fight for succession. Till we meet there. Good bye.

“What changed?” Selene glanced at Ronan, then back at me. No one tried to hide the conversation behind shields or half-felt impressions. The bond stayed open, but not invasive. Like a door left ajar instead of ripped off its hinges. “We named the third,” she said simply. I blinked. “The third what?” “The third self,” Ronan answered. “The one that’s not just you, not just her, not just me. The triad that lives in the middle.”