Under The Oak Tree Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Right before my mating ceremony, I drank the glass of milk my mother had brought me. It didn’t take long for my consciousness to slip away. When I opened my eyes, I found myself locked inside a basement, a silver lock barring the door. Shifting, I threw myself against the door desperately, even when my flesh was torn and bloody. At last, I broke free. I dragged my broken body to the ceremony, only to find my adopted sister, Maeve, standing on the altar in a gown far more extravagant than mine. My mate—the one who had my heart—placed the Luna crown that was meant for me on Maeve’s head. Maeve sank into my mate’s embrace, her frame fragile. “Ulric, I feel like I’m dreaming. I’m

I tried to talk Dad out of letting me change schools. “Why can’t I just finish my final year at Sunders and then come to Oakland to join you?” I tried to argue with him, but he just wasn’t having it. I even cooked his favourite meal on our last night at Sunders to try to convince him, but Dad is nothing if not stubborn, and unfortunately, that is a trait Harry got from him. Not me, though. Me? I am as gentle as a dove and sweet as sunshine. Just ask the black nail polish and the dark eyeliner in my drawer, they’ll tell you.

"The pull. The connection." "No," I whispered, still not looking at him. "I didn't feel anything." I risked a glance up, instantly regretting it when our eyes met. That pull intensified, making my breath catch. His gaze softened, and I could see the confusion there. "The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes with mate bonds," he said quietly. "Lucas was supposed to be my mate," I whispered, more to convince myself than him. The king moved closer, sitting beside me on the bed. I tensed but didn't move away.

Its sprawling branches offered ample shade and a natural, enchanting setting for the couple's union. He called out to his loyal men, a group of trusted friends and staff members, instructing them with a warm and confident voice, "Let's set up the canopy right here, under the oak tree. Make sure it's beautifully adorned with flowers and drapes, creating a magical atmosphere for Elena and me." The men, all too eager to contribute to this special day, swiftly got to work, transforming the area under the oak tree into a fairytale-like wedding setting. They adorned the canopy with cascading flowers of various hues, adding an ethereal touch to the surroundings.

I’m below a tree, an oak tree. The realization sends a shot of sobering adrenaline through me, and my mind emerges from the haze—it’s not just any oak tree. It’s our oak tree! I’m laying at the tunnel entrance, but how did I get here? Who brought me here? Why am I naked? Why can’t I move?

Maybe it was silly, but I needed that little joke, and it managed to draw a smile out of me. Tomorrow, the whole pack would know that Alpha Owen had fathered a child with his daughter-in-law’s mother—a child born out of wedlock. Osborne must have noticed the heavy look on my face because he reached out, cupping my head gently. “Wipe that look away, Aina. I know this is a trying time, but nothing will change between us.” “You think so?” I asked softly. He nodded without hesitation. “I know so.” Then he pressed his lips to mine, sealing his promise.

She is clinging to the bark, her body shaking violently. I run to the base of the trunk. Betty. Let go of the branch. I force the words straight into her mind through the link. She shakes her head, her teeth chattering so hard I can hear them from the ground. Trust me, Betty. Drop. She releases her grip by an inch. The ground gives another massive shudder, and the oak tree bends completely in half, its highest leaves brushing against my shoulders. Betty slides down the smooth bark, her body falling straight into my front paws.

Aaron stared at the tree and slowly got up before he walked to the tree with trembling legs, he went closer to the tree and everyone saw the tree slowly die and wither. He touched the trunk of the three and slowly punched it, that was when Alastair helped him and punched the trunk thus breaking it and finally revealing a very beautiful woman, wearing ancient white robe, with a flower crown over her head sleeping peacefully in the trunk, there was also a necklace around her neck.

Not far from where Conway's naked ass bounced in reaction to flexing between Porter's slender pale thighs, Owen had happened upon the scene, a gasp filling him as he watched his lover pound the new arrival's sex with reckless abandon desperate from the sounds of them howling and snarling in the distance to breed him as per the compulsion from their instinct. Porter had tried to put up a good fight all things considered but Conway wasn't to be denied as he pinned him while still pummeling his slick sex by way of his thick cock. Owen couldn't take his eyes off them seeing for the first time that the rumors about the ancient tree had been true. And if the tree's assessment of Conway and Porter'

I knew he was supposed to be here. Thinking he was yet to come, I sat under the oak tree and waited for him. I kind of see why he liked this place, the cool breeze brushing against my skin was so calming, and the leaves on the oak tree rustled with the wind. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply, enjoying the calm environment. I think I was too engrossed in how good I was feeling that I did not know when I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I had slept, but when I woke up, I was moving in the air, my eyes immediately flew open, scared I was being kidnapped.