Vanessa Pack Novels & Stories

That’s my dream. Not Nora…..I will be powerful Alpha Fuck Nora…Vanessa is the daughter of a strong family. She’s clean. Proper. She fits the Luna title. The pack respects her. She’s the right choice. I turned to face her. Vanessa looked up at me, her eyes soft, and reached up to touch my face. “I love you,” she said. She kissed me again—this time slower, deeper—and her hands moved down my chest. I didn’t stop her. I didn’t say anything. I just let her continue. She unbuttoned my pants, dropped to her knees, and pulled out my dick..

She was going to successfully get the Seal and it would be her tool in destroying Valeria Slowly, Savannah rose and turned off the shower. Then she dried herself with a towel hanging from the hook in the guest bathroom and wrapped a new towel around her body. on her way out of the bathroom, Savannah caught her reflection and her breathing hitched. A guant, thin red eyed girl stared back at her. She was so thin, her collarbones bones were deep enough to make a well.

I can't make her the Luna of this pack. “Mate” she said with a small whimper and I felt my heart skip a bit. “I’m not your mate” I said and she shut her eyes close with pain evident on her face. “I Franklin the Alpha of the Silver Pack rejected Cassandra as my mate and Luna of my pack” I stated and I fell on my knees immediately with pain. My face contorted into a look of pain and after a while I stood up, and my eyes shot toward Cassandra's face. She was like nothing happened to her. She was unmoved and I doubt if she was in pain.

Half sleepy Vanessa then realized that it was her sweet angel mother that was screaming her lungs out. "Who won't wake up from this SWEET SCREAM MOMMM," Vanessa said while sitting up in a lazy way smoothing her fingers in her black hair that was a mess. Well, meet Vanessa Valencia a 17 years old girl with dark black long hair which she got from her mother, chocolate brownish eyes with a thin brown orbit, having a height of an average girl 5 feet 3 with a coffee glow skin. That's Stay in California of the united states far away from the crowded city with her sweet mom Alisa valencia.

"Her folks are six feet under. She needs our Dark Moon Pack to keep her safe. Without us, the Blue Mountain Pack would crumble. She's counting on you, so she should pay up." I was stunned. Vanessa's logic sounded just like Miranda's, but I'd vouched to Miranda that Vanessa's got a good heart and wouldn't exploit anyone. It felt like a slap in the face. I clenched my fists, trying to hide my hurt. "I'm Elena's mate. I'm supposed to have her back, not bleed her dry. Vanessa, I thought you understood that." "Course I do," Vanessa said, blinking fast like she was flustered. "But this is dire, Hector. I'm thinking about the Pack here. If we're broke and another war kicks off, can we win?"

Vanessa began packing without telling anyone. Not Alexander. Not the staff. Not even herself. It started with small things. A scarf folded into her overnight bag. Her mother’s old bracelet tucked carefully into the side pocket. The sketchbook she barely used anymore, slipped beneath a stack of clothes. It wasn’t leaving. Not yet. It was preparing. The penthouse was too quiet these days. Not empty, never empty. There were guards in the hallway, staff moving softly through rooms, Collins stationed somewhere in the shadows. But emotionally, the space felt hollow.

“You and Giselle don’t seem close.” Vanessa huffed at the mention of Giselle’s name. “Of course not. She’s a terrible person; that’s why I don’t like her.” “Terrible?” I echoed, intrigued. “Has she done something to offend you?” Vanessa paused, setting her fork down. She met my gaze with intensity. “You have no idea what she did while she was living with us in the Crimsonbane Pack.”

When she couldn’t find anything, she decided to create one. Vanessa receives a text under the table. Her phone vibrates. She smirks. “Is she here?” the message reads. Vanessa types back, Almost ready. Layla laughs faintly beside her, unaware. Vanessa watches her sister’s smile, the innocence she despises, and mutters quietly, “Let’s see how pure you’ll be after tonight.” “I’ll be right back,” Vanessa said, heading to the restroom. Inside, she made a quick call. Her lips curled into a cold smile. Then she slipped a small packet of powder from her purse and returned to the counter.

“Guess what your favorite fairy godmother has brought you today.” Elena eyed her warily. “Vanessa, every time you say that, it’s either trouble or something illegal.” Vanessa gasped. “Illegal? Please. I only deal in luxury, darling. And today…” She reached into her oversized designer tote with dramatic flair and pulled out a sleek black dildo box. “Ta-da!” Elena blinked. “What is that?” Vanessa smirked. “Your new best friend. A top-of-the-line, rechargeable, waterproof—”