Romans & histoires West Wing Fanfiction

Aria's POV The familiar scent of West's space enveloped me, a comforting reminder of the restful nights I'd spent here. 'This room has a way of lulling me into the best sleep,' I thought, the words echoing in my mind like a gentle lullaby. But little did I know, last night's confession would set the tone for an awkward morning. I opened my eyes to the unsettling realization that I'd bared my soul to Alpha West, yet somehow, the fear of his judgment was overshadowed by the sense of safety his presence brought. I felt his peaceful slumber beside me. My eyes drifted to him, and I was captivated by the serenity etched on his face. My fingers seemed to move of their own accord, tracing the sharp

Apart from the dark fae, I’m almost certain they are plotting our deaths. Even though he has flown off to sulk, we have still continued our work, and today I stumbled across the West Wing. Apparently it’s forbidden and no-one is allowed in. Ever. However, curiosity has gotten the best of me and I’m dying to find out what is hiding behind the door.

"Just us." ADRIAN’S POV The West Wing study was a dark cage of leather and digital surveillance logs, but my mind was stuck on the eastern corridor. I sat behind my mahogany desk, my fingers typing out a standard asset re-allocation report for my father's legal pool, my face an emotionless slate for the hidden cameras in the molding. But the tiny, localized mesh-network burner phone in my pocket felt like a piece of hot coal against my thigh. Ethan had text-alerted me three minutes ago:

Ansel’s long shadows seemed to pulse to the beat of the drums as his own body too swayed with the song of the Wolf Moon’s spirit. “Is this your way of telling me that wine will always help when a female is troubling me?” Beta Carin jerked his chin to Beta Giro and Rhia, the female werewolf his bestfriend fancies so much. “You’re the one who said that, Alpha. Not me.” In one go, Alpha Ansel Vaughn emptied his glass, the wine lingering within. But his heart still ached. *** Sasha stood by the doors to the garden of the apartment building, staring out over the gurgling fountain as the sky became awash in hues of onyx and dark blue.

The west wing’s trap intensified. Walls twisted, folding inward, echoing screams and laughter in dizzying layers. Shadows surged, forming shapes—hands, faces, fragments of memories, all reaching, all hungry. Ava could feel the tug, the pull, the sensation of being drawn apart from Jace, from her father, from herself. Jace pressed closer, chest to chest with her, whispering, “Focus. On me. Nothing else exists here.”

The kind that made him wonder if Luca was somewhere inside, sitting in one of those pristine rooms, wearing one of those perfectly tailored suits, and pretending this life didn’t choke the air out of him. The West Wing.. The walkthrough continued into the west wing, an area reserved for private quarters and exclusive meetings. Rhea led a drone through the hallways, mapping blind spots and testing the strength of the estate’s jamming signals. Julian double checked access points while Malik inspected the bulletproof glass that lined the windows. Asher followed quietly, his eyes scanning the spaces they passed. A study. A library. A sunlit lounge with a view of the garden. Each room was a snaps

Amara’s POV The West Wing was a tomb of my own making. I had retreated here like a wounded animal, the emerald silk of my gown feeling more like a shroud than a masterpiece. I didn't turn on the lights. I didn't want to see the reflection of the girl who had tried to stand up to giants and ended up crushed beneath their heels. The silence of the mansion was different tonight. It wasn't the sterile, organized silence of a museum; it was the heavy, pressurized quiet that follows a landslide.

He looked up at me and spat out a chunk of the man, and nodded, ready to go. I walked on, opening doors to make sure they were clear as we passed, knowing Xander and Elias probably had Balista cornered in one of them. I kicked in a door to the left, and no one was there. "Clear!" A few wolves ran past, but Seven stayed on my flank. Gunfire, growling, shouts, and screams echoed off the walls in the warehouse as we made our way through. I kicked open a door to the right. Nothing. "Clear!" Then I came to another door across the hallway and heard voices. I kicked it open, and Xander and Elias were standing there nude, having just shifted, and Balista and Sasha were backed against the wall.

“Oh really? You don’t want to talk about how you snooped through my phone and read something you shouldn’t have?” Sighing, I set my rabbit down. “Listen. I’m sorry I went through your phone. I figured it was Axel needing an update and you were completely passed out and sleep talking.” Waylon’s face darkened. “So yeah, I read Jasmine’s message. There isn’t much to say. You are choosing her as she is the one sleeping in your bed. I also heard you on the phone. When we get back, you guys will choose her Luna ceremony date and live happily ever after. Once I am freed, I will move on and continue my professional job and make a living for myself. I am thinking I’ll try Seattle. I do love the rain.

Eros’ POV “Speak to me,” I snap at Isaiah, coming out of my car. He was trying his best not to stammer. The fire at West wing managed to be put out. I need to know if this was just an accident or an attempt to ruin me. West wing was one of the crucial part of the West Inc. It was known as the West wing ever since 2020. Sara, the head of the stylist department then managed to come up with a fabulous idea of an angel with wings. It was her contribution that brought to the success of West Inc. Simple, yet elegant. This was because the material used to make the wings were made out of real gold, refined and made thin. It was the most expensive outfit trend of the year.