Tom Moorcroft Regulus Black Novels & Stories

asked Regulus as he poked in through the window " Father , what's this ? What are you eating ?" Regulus was the youngest of the three brother and was definitely pampered rotten by Marge . When he was young he tried bitter tea that his brother drank and after just a sip , he cried as if the heavens were falling. Ever since that day , Marge never let him drink even when he matured and would always add some sugar or honey in his drink . Thus, he was really picky about his food , if it was too sweet it was a Nay , if it was too salty also a Nay but he was a curious boy who liked to try knew things always.

The Midnight Wolves did not deserve the hand they were dealt. And Blackmoon was not worthy enough to cause such a profound loss. I had stopped thinking of myself as being associated to Blackmoon pack in any way and had stopped feeling guilty for the crimes they committed that I took no part in. Holding onto Lena’s arm that was linked with mine, I broke away from my thoughts when I finally caught sight of the werewolf I had been dying to see. As Alpha Regan made his way closer, the circle of werewolves parted to let him through to the center.

I stood near the tall windows of our chamber, twisting the hem of my tunic between my fingers. Today, I would ride into danger beside Alexandro. Today, everything would change. The door opened behind me with a soft click, and I turned to find him there—already dressed for travel. He wore a dark leather tunic reinforced with steel at the shoulders, black trousers tucked into sturdy boots, and a heavy cloak pinned with a silver clasp shaped like a wolf’s head—the symbol of the Blood Moon Pack. His sword hung at his hip, gleaming wickedly even in the soft morning light.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

He needed some action, he needed new toys. Yes, toys. That was what he referred to the women he ended up capturing after the rogue attack. He turned them to his personal toys. They were his to do anything with. Roel loved exploring them one by one until he had his fill. He loved how they screamed and wriggled under him, crying and shouting for help, begging for mercy. Roel and the others had been on their way to check out the Blood Moon pack . Roel still had a score to settle with their Alpha, the so called ' Supreme Alpha, Lucious' .

Blue laughs as she tells me and I cannot help but giggle, the scene immediately created by my mind, played behind my eyelids. It would be fun to watch her fall. Live, you know! "Cool! Oh, that's why she's mewling with her friend and Malcolm is laughing?!" I utter, glancing at Malcolm who is teasing Nicole. Malcolm is a roaster. He roasts everyone. He did not even leave Nicole just because they have fucked each other. Malcolm does not mercy on anyone.

One that came from. The Silver Lake delegation stood near the western windows, a tight cluster of power and privilege. Alpha Marcus Blackwood, looking every inch the traditional leader in his formal attire. His Luna Elena beside him, ice-blonde and perfect. Their Beta, Alexander, tall and watchful. And clinging to the Beta's arm, a blonde female whose blue dress matched eyes currently widened in alarm as she tracked my approach.

My eyebrows which were raised in surprise came down when she began to speak. "Thank you. Thank you, Moon Goddess. There's no way I would've survived going back there." She whimpered and Rachel held her tighter. "Alpha. Alpha." My head guard, Darion called and my angry eyes- calmed by that memory- snapped to him. "The mole has been found, Alpha. I've just been mind linked by the team." He told me and my anger returned in full. "More details." "He is Festus of the Information Team, they found out he was working for Denver, the leader of the rogues."

With those fast words, Zane parts ways with my body and walks down the hall. My heart tries hard to steady my shaking mind, and my boots make another quick trip back toward the restroom doors. My head needs to freshen up my face with cold water, because my soul does not want Blossom or my three little triplets to notice anything off with my skin. But the Moon Mother—damn it—has her own wild plans for my life! Right as my feet reach the open stone hallway, my eyes spot Alpha Gali Blackmoor standing alone in the gray smoking area. His big, tall frame is leaning right against the carved wooden railing, one clawed hand stuffed deep inside his pocket and his other hand holding a burning stick, ta

Professor Rhett was standing over by the window, listening to his father's report on the Rogues he had interrogated while away. A couple of warriors run into the office. ‘Is everything alright, Your Highness?’ Dean Alpha Blackmoor holds up his hand, shakes his head as he says. ‘Yes, everything is fine.’ The warriors bow and close the door as they back out of the office. Dean Alpha Blackmoor then frowns as he opens the folder to fully display the photos inside, and looks at Gwen and says. ‘So, what’s this about?’ Still filled with rage and not really caring what trouble she will get into, she growls.