Thrawn X Reader Novels & Stories

Then, Thorne’s voice rumbled through the bond, warm and warning at once, “He’s Ralph.” “Don’t scare her.” I turned back toward the bed, heart pounding with a strange mix of awe and disbelief. My fingers trembled as I reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Thorne’s brow. He stirred slightly under my touch, lashes fluttering before his eyes opened, dark and golden all at once, as if reflecting the bond between us. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he smiled, not the guarded, polite smile of an Alpha King, but something softer. Just for me.

He just watched me, his expression grimly serious. I read the title aloud, my voice dripping with disbelief. “Contract of Matrimonial Union Between Armando Denaro and Gwendolyn Lorne. Are you for real? You kidnap me, I try to stab you, and your solution is… marriage?”

It was like the whole thing had been a hallucination. But I could still feel the burn on my wrists. And I could feel Trovians glare like a thunderstorm on the horizon. His eyes were dark and stormy, dangerous. A loaded gun pointed directly at me. I hesitated, just for a breath. “Do you, Cassandra Jenkins, take Trovian Blackwood as your lawfully wedded husband?” the priest asked. I thought of running again. Just bolting and taking Emily with me. But where would we go?

"Alpha Thorne, there's a situation at Thorne Enterprises. A male wolf claiming to be Elara's former lover and Ethan's father. Martin Shaw from Shaw Trading." A second claimant? No coincidence. "Shaw Trading," I repeated. The company had financial troubles—exactly the type that might drive someone to seek territory concessions through scandal. "Keep him there," I instructed. "Contact Daniel Parker. Let him handle this." "Daniel Parker?" Edward sounded surprised. "The one who's always had feelings for Elara?" "Exactly," I confirmed with grim satisfaction. Daniel's impulsive nature and admiration for Elara made him perfect against Shaw. Sometimes fire fought fire best.

I tug my breeches up loosely, not bothering to lace them, and let my head fall back, staring at the flickering shadows from the dying fire. My mind drifts to how far I’ve come, or fallen, into this isekai mess. “Okay, brain, recap time,” I murmur to myself, voice barely above a whisper. It’s a habit from my old life, talking through fan theories alone in my apartment. “In Thorns of Desire, Cillian’s supposed to be this untouchable scholar, topping everyone in his path, building his harem without a hitch. But me? I bottomed for Ardyn on day one, topped them both awkwardly, and now we’re in a threesome competition? Plot’s derailed big time.” I chuckle softly, running a hand through Cillian’s b

I looked down again at her I pulled her up and the shoulder of her worn out loose too fell down Her chest had some kind of a tattoo on it I had spent multiple nights with her but we never mated It was her wish to mate after our marriage Her tattoo was visible to me for the first time But it was not a normal tattoo My fingers automatically touched it and as I traced it my mind remembered it The feel of touch was just like it was 20 years back S....she...... was ....the....one... Teardrops landed on her thunder mark Blue eyes..... Black hair..... Wolf never seen.... She was my angel....... Oh god what have I done!! My cries turned into pleads Please!!! God!! Please save her!!! I...promise...

I loved my women as vibrant, sharp and witty, arrogant, bold, Sheila had them all, But that didn't change the fact that it wasn't all about trivia. I fell in love with Sheila because she was the next best trivia. I pushed the door open to see her lying in bed, reading a book titled MATED TO THE CURSED LYCAN KING by Lade d writes.

“That’s not fair.” “None of this is fair.” I grabbed a robe, wrapping it around myself with shaking hands. “But at least I’m honest about what I want. So get this into that thick skull of yours…I will be damned if I will let you keep treating me like your dirty little secret and I will be double damned if I keep on begging you to acknowledge what we have.” Thorne’s face twisted with something I didn’t care to pinpoint, and his shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry, Elara. You are right. I’m a coward and you don’t deserve me messing with your head this way.”

Thorne’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him as his mouth claimed mine—fiercer than Ronan’s, all raw hunger and possession. I melted into it, one hand tangling in his hair while the other reached back blindly for Draven. Draven caught my wrist, his lips brushing my ear. “Impatient, aren’t we?” he murmured, his voice a husky promise. He nipped at my neck, sending shivers down my spine, as Thorne’s kiss turned even more demanding. The air in the room thickened with their scents—musk and pine and something primal that made my wolf stir inside me.

“I have to admit, she’s quite captivating.” Tristan’s eyes darken, but he doesn’t say anything. Not yet. Thorne winks at me before turning and striding past him, whistling. I exhale slowly, my heart still slamming against my ribs. I just had a conversation with Thorne Sinclair, and I didn’t even know it. The day is long and hard, it's like Tristan is even more on edge because of his brother's visit. I’m given errand after errand, barely given time to breathe.