Thomas Possessive Novels & Stories

His hand fell from hers and he stared at the mark on her neck with a mix of several overwhelming emotions. She tried to read him, the clenching of his fists by his side, the intensity with which he stared at the downturned crescent moon mark on her neck. A mark all Omegas are born with, a downturned crescent moon. It is a symbol too, of their position in the wolf chain, they are the lowest of the lowest, and they live and are treated as such. Servants.

(Lydia) “And after we’re done getting candy, we can then go to visit my house.” Thomas said. He stroked Miles’ chin and then cast me a look, seeking permission but all that I could feel was dread and overwhelm. What in the world was happening here? “Do you have a car?” Miles asked him. “Yes, I do,” Thomas replied. “Which one?” Mabel hopped up and down. “Well, let’s see. I have a Mercedes…”

It’s still lingering in the air; a reminder that this evening should never have happened. Thomas is saying something in her ear, and the way his finger grazes her earlobe as he tucks her hair behind her ear pisses me off. I want to bite his fucking fingers off, and it’s a thought that catches me off guard. I never thought that I’d feel this possessive over Leonora before. Yes, I’ve been having a hard time getting her out of my system since the last time I saw her, but I never thought it would be to this extent. I want to hurt Thomas and make him cry out for touching her. I can’t even make myself think of them in bed together without wanting to break the glass in my hand.

“I just noticed I know that man.” “Oh!” Mary reacted, the tone of her voice aroused by my statement. “Who could it be, Ellie? Is he someone I know?” “Mary.” I called her to a side, holding her by the hands. “Have you heard of Thane Thomas since you got to this place?” “Thane Thomas?” Mary reiterated, her voice re-echoing. “He is the same principal ruler of the Thane Wrest pack. That man thinks he will never be recognised by people and it sounds funny to many, though.”

My sweet, attentive, slightly overbearing but well-intentioned mate. “I think you should try giving Thomas a proper pack bond.” Anders continues even thought I know he heard Zale. “Might be worth asking me first Anders before you offer me up like that.” Thomas drops his fork and rounds on Anders faster than I can form a response. “I did, we talked about last night.” Anders returns chewing on a bean and turns to in surprise to look back at Thomas. Thomas shakes his head and sighs with exasperation in a way that is becoming familiar with most of his conversations with Anders. “We talked about the theory of it, not that you were going to ask Wills to actually do it, and I didn’t agree to it eit

He looked like a man who'd been waiting for a while and was deeply uncomfortable about it, but not uncomfortable enough to leave — because Gabriel Ross didn't summon you twice. Thomas had handled my property acquisitions since I'd first set foot in Crescent Harbour. He was sweaty, nervous, and perpetually overdressed for the weather. He was also, without question, the most discreet real estate operator in the city. The man had brokered safe houses for half the shadow players on this coast, and in fifteen years, not a single address had ever leaked. In my world, that kind of silence was worth more than competence. The moment the car came to a halt, Thomas rushed toward me, his face splitting

He paused, trying to voice his thoughts carefully. "But, here. Here I'm afraid of what he might do if someone crossed his path unexpectedly." Thomas gave me a pained expression, his eyes filling with the haunting truth of it all. His wolf would kill anyone and anything if deemed a threat, and in a place filled with other shifters, that meant everyone was its enemy in a fit of rage and confusion.

“His arms encircle her waist pulling her against him, feeling the shudder that goes through her body. Maya draws comfort from the strong arms around her. Thomas look into her brown eyes he couldn’t for the life of him conceal his admiration for the beautiful woman that is his. “My gorgeous Maya, I can’t believe the Gods are this favorable with me, with us, I knew all I need was just one touch, one whisper and one kiss and I am yours forever and much more. I will never allow another woman into my heart. This place is reserve for only you.” He seals his promise with the tenders’ loving kiss that brings tears to her eyes. “Thomas,” she breathes possessively. “Yours always but no more tears, all

God, I’m whiny. “This is a gift, Miss Julie. From Mr. Ralph!” Thomas proudly patted the steering wheel. “The old Master hasn't visited the garage since his return. I bet you a hundred dollars, he doesn't know about this baby. Besides, it’s mine. I don’t put it with the other cars he used. So he’ll never know.” So this is why Ralph told me to get Thomas whenever we need to meet. Jesus, that man. He’s truly full of surprises.

Thomas growled, once Elise was out of earshot. "Meaning of what? I don't understand." Without lifting his gaze from his plate of steak, and soy sauce, he asked. "Why would you introduce her to the pack? Do you think she's your mate?" Rory asked in fury, not thinking at all. "If she isn't my mate, who is she?" Lazarus asked with a playful smirk. "Zarus... She belongs to the three of us, don't be selfish!" Thomas slammed his hands on the table, his veins visible on his neck; evidence of his suppressed annoyance.