Thrawn X Reader Novels & Stories

Thorn raised the sheer veil of his beautiful bride, cupping her face, taking her beauty in. “Mine,” he whispered, leaning closer to lock their marriage’s seal. He locked her lips into his and devoured the essence to subside the urge of his howling wolf pounding in his head, eagerly waiting to claim her. His warmth encapsulated her petite frame, showing her how lucky she felt to spend her entire life like this. Every morning beside him would be heaven, and his protective arms would wrap around her belly when they had small pups of their own. The dream she was getting in that passionate kiss was interrupted when she felt his lips go cold, and that minty breath tasted metallic. Those protective

She extended a hand, pale against the darkness, and pressed it lightly to the beast’s head. Its body shuddered. Its vision became hers. Through its eyes she saw the ruined hunter’s cabin. Fenrak crouched by Rhea’s side, his hand brushing her wrist. Rhea’s breath trembled in the still air, her eyes wide and uncertain. Alive. Bruised, but alive. Thorne’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Perfect,” she murmured. “Keep her breathing. For now. She is mine to claim, when the time is right.”

But now, as her newly assigned personal maid, my role began today, with Thorne's departure looming. I approached the thick oak door, the scent of polished wood and lingering musk from the night before making my stomach twist. Knocking softly, I waited, heart pounding. “Step in,” came Thorne's deep rumble from within. Pushing the door open with my shoulder, I entered, the tray steady in my grip. There they were Luna Elowen wrapped around Alpha Thorne, her arms clinging to his broad back, her pale cheek pressed against his chest. He stood shirtless, his scarred muscles rippling under her touch, clad only in loose trousers that hung low on his hips. The air was thick with their intimacy, a remi

She saw her life unfold in black ink. She read about the betrayal. The moment she met Cyprian—the Wolf in the tailored suit. The contract marriage. The takedown of the Board. The destruction of the Thorne family. She read about the pain. The nights she had spent crying in the shower so no one would hear. The moments of doubt where she almost gave up. And she read about the triumphs. The kiss in the rain. The birth of the twins. The time she dropped a meteor on an alternate dimension.

Deputy Alpha Thorne. Motioning for Eva to continue examining the jewelry, I discreetly glanced toward a secluded area adjacent to the main gathering place. There stood Thorne, locked in a passionate embrace with a young, flashily dressed she-wolf. Even from this distance, I could tell she wasn't Heather Reed—her appearance marked her as an entertainer from one of the local hunting dens. Luxury trading items were scattered carelessly around them, evidence of Thorne's attempts to buy her affection. The she-wolf clung to him possessively, her hands tangled in his ceremonial robes.

I wondered, but the words sent a shiver down my spine, thrilling and terrifying, and I pressed my free hand to his chest, feeling the hard muscle there, the rapid thump of his heart under my palm, and he groaned low in his throat, a sound that was pure animal, making my core clench with want. The others in the pack murmured behind him, their voices a mix of growls and whispers, and one of them, a woman with wild red hair, stepped forward, her eyes narrowed, "Alpha, she's human, weak, she'll bring trouble from the city," but Thorne shot her a glare that made her back down, and he turned back to me, his fingers tightening on my wrist as he pulled me flush against him, our bodies aligning perfe

His eyes were pale and cold in a way that reminded me too much of winter. The second man stood closer to the door. Built like stone. His long hair was pulled back tightly, exposing scars along his jaw and neck. He did not look at me. Not once. “Hello,” I whispered before I could stop myself. My voice sounded too small in the large room. The first man turned his head slightly. “You’re Vena,” he said. “Yes.” He stepped forward and I stepped back immediately until he held out his hand. “I’m Ivan Rostov. Beta of the Thornmoon Pack.”

That's what needs to go in the record. She went on writing. Outside, Black Hollow went about its morning. Somewhere in the pack house, Cain was already in a meeting he was going to tell her about at dinner, and Thorne was drafting something that would require her signature, and Lena was asking Sera about feverfew again, and the watch was making its morning rounds at the perimeter where the doubled patrols had settled back to normal, and Garth was probably already in the training yard, and Brynn was probably about to join him, and Maren was sitting with his mother's fifth journal in his temporary room at the pack house's east end, reading about a winter six years into her stay in Black Hollow

“What are you doing?” “She is sick. I will call a doctor to examine her. You cannot arbitrarily take someone from the Thorne family.” Aaron Kael didn’t bother to pay him any mind, merely stating indifferently, “Call a doctor to help you cover up your crimes? Mr. Thorne, your actions are illegal. This isn’t over with me.” Victor Thorne angrily stood up. “Mr. Kael, I’m showing respect for the good relationship between our families, and because we’re about to become family, I’ve tolerated you until now...”

he said, placing it carefully on the ground. Aella’s pulse quickened. Thalen’s hand snatched the letter before she could move. His jaw tensed as he scanned it, the weight of the unknown pressing down. “She doesn’t take anything from you,” Thalen said, voice low, almost a growl. The Wanderer only smirked. “She already has what she needs.” Thalen’s wolf flared, the air around him charged with energy. Captain Riven stepped cautiously forward. “Alpha—” Thalen released the man with a shove, the movement deliberate but not violent. “Speak,” he said. “Quickly.”