Wesker X Reader Novels & Stories

Now it's Occisor's turn to bathe. Sasha sits on the bed and picks up one of the books, she is now starting to read the lycanthropic session books. The first book is about Mahni and Selene. She's still in the part where they both train for the big day of the contest. When she finishes reading the second page, the door opens and Occisor enters only with a towel around his waist. Even though she has already gotten used to sleeping with a naked man beside her, Sasha still feels her cheeks heat up whenever he enters the room and takes off his towel. He lays down and she smells the air, the smell that comes from him is very good. She takes a deep breath and stares him in the eye, so as not to let

Getting teased just to get what was already his for forever always angered him and his wolf to no limits and Maya knew it very well from the very start of their relationship. He stormed towards her and in a flash her s*xy lingerie was in pieces on the ground. She tried to fight his harshness with useless attempts of her own but everything was futile when it came to an angry alpha werewolf. Maya gasped loudly when she was grabbed by her hair and her head was harshly pushed down face first on the soft bed by Vishous. He got on the top of her body and straddled her hips. She felt his slick, hard, monster c**k digging between her ass cheeks. She could even feel the thickness of its veins on her

“The Blackwood pup is about to awaken! A stage has been set up at the Sacred Ridge so everyone can witness the birth of a Divine Werewolf—a once-in-a-century event! If you don’t head over now, you’ll miss it!” The Beta tore free from my hand and disappeared into the crowd. “This isn’t right!” Kaeren scooped me up with ease and flew toward the Sacred Ridge. An Omega Black Werewolf shouldn’t be able to fly that high, but Kaeren could.

CARA's POV The silence after his words was thick. Too heavy for such a small room. You’re carrying a target. I didn’t move. I just stood there, still staring at the crest on the wall behind him like it had become some kind of prophecy. Something had shifted—between us, inside me. Something irreversible. “What are you?” I asked again, my voice low. Wesley looked at me like the answer should be obvious. He walked to the desk and picked up a file without urgency, flipping through it as casually as if we were discussing real estate or business mergers—not hit lists or unborn lives marked with crosshairs.

Whispers rose: "vampire, hybrid, werewolf…" I gazed out across the gathering cold gaze in each pair of their eyes eyes. Fear,… and something deadly . I extended a hand slowly. Valentina trembled and stepped forward beside me. I closed my fingers over hers, her skin warm. The pulse beneath her wrist throbbed immensely. “I stand here before you,” I said, voice heavy. “An opposite of two worlds. Neither wholly wolf nor vampire. But every ounce of me is bound to her.” The chamber exhaled around me.

The touch was a violent shock of pure electricity, burning hot through my skin. "Stay seated," Kaelen murmured, his voice a rough, private whisper meant only for my ears. His blue eyes were icy as he stared down the length of the hall at Wes. Inside his chest, Lou was letting out a low, vibrating growl of pure, possessive jealousy. My wolf, Nyx, shifted restlessly, torn between the familiar comfort of my best friend and the intoxicating pull of the man sitting beside me. Wes and his three warriors stopped at the base of the center table, bowing their heads with strictly formal courtesy to Alpha Silas, completely ignoring Alpha Bryce and my mother.

Why had I ever wanted to stay away from him? After he’d been sketching for a while, he said, “Maybe that’s why you don’t feel the mate bond as strongly as I do—because you never really bonded with your wolf, so your two beings are not communicating properly.” He glanced at me for a longer period of time now. As I stared into his eyes, I realized they weren’t threatening. While, on the surface, they seemed similar to his eyes, Alex’s eyes were much softer, kinder, warmer.

"A pack without a Luna is a pack without a future. You are twenty-five. The moon has been patient, but the pack is not." Alaric doesn't look up. He knows what they want. They want him to pick Vesper. She is a high-ranking female, a fierce warrior, and she has the "right" pedigree. But every time Alaric looks at her, he feels nothing. No spark. No heat. Just a cold, tactical obligation. "I will not choose a mate just to satisfy a council of old men," Alaric says. His voice is a low, dangerous velvet. It’s the kind of voice that makes lesser wolves lower their heads.

I say with a smirk. Nolan groans and covers his eyes. “And here I thought you were going to be serious for once in your life.” “I am serious,” I say, winking. “Wes’s lycan would chase her down, throw her over his shoulder, and bring her back.” “You’re terrible,” Wesley says, but he’s still laughing too. “I know I don’t need to be nervous. The logical part of me knows that. But there will always be this part of me that—“

Beta Vegas (smile not faltering): "From the usual garden. I thought a warm drink would soothe you." Blythe (overseeing him): "How kind of you." She placed the cup back on the saucer without sipping. Vegas inclined his head politely, but his eyes flicked toward the cup again. Then, toward her throat. Beta Vegas (low, under breath): "So close…" Xavier's Vision The air in the volcanic vault shifted the moment Xavier touched the weapon's edge. The hairs on his arms stood up. The fabric burned his fingers like ice set ablaze. His wolf, Archer, recoiled—then went completely silent.