Wild Heat Lucy Monroe Novels & Stories

He gives me a quick kiss before he moves away, lifting me down. I quickly pull open the door, running into the living room. I find a shirtless and damp Wilder holding Lucy in his arms. She's screaming her head off. When she sees me she lunges out of his arms and I swoop over and grab her, cuddling her close. She is crying so hard she's shaking, sobs racking her little body. “My baby..” I look at Wilder, “what happened?” “I have no idea, I was in the shower. According to Val her movie went off and she just fell out crying.” He tells me, trying to hold back a smile.

Luna Hale set her plate down before walking over to Willa, who had already gotten up as they embraced, “We didn’t see you last night. We thought you both weren’t attending this year.” “Oh no, we could never miss this.” Willa said in all smiles. “Lucy has been lovely, as always.” She shot Lucy a grateful glance. Wainwright snorted and said, “Yeah. Until you put her on the battlefield.” Gamma Sylvia then joined in with a giggle, “Then, she’ll turn into a monster.” Seeing Lucianne embarrassed with her hands covering her eyes, Juan added, “Let’s give Lucy more credit. She won’t turn into a monster. Lucy has been a monster since we were kids.”

She held that much hate and envy in her heart for that woman. She switched on the television and kept tuning until it came to a stop on Tom Cruise's unaging face. She sighed in content, feeling cool, but then she noticed something. Cool wasn't just a feeling, the room got colder, a sudden chill ran down her spine effortlessly, making her shiver slightly. She made her way to the thermometer, noting that it had dropped to 5°, she increased it to where she could feel the warmth again and sighed, content this time. She went back to the television where Tom Cruise's face had been replaced with the cheetah from Cheetos ad. Her phone dinged and picked it off her pocket to see a text from her cousin

The screen came on and I crelaxed in my bed closing my eyes. She was going to watch some movie and I thought it would be nice to catch some sleep. The news anchor’s voice rose in the room and mom listened. “On today's entertainment news, we have some spicy tale. I bet you all have heard it by now. The Internet has been ablaze with the news since yesterday about billionaire's wife, Lucy Frank, in a controversy for a pay-for-hire movie role….” My eyes sprout open immediately. Did she just say Lucy? My head snapped up and blood rushed to my ears as my eyes locked on the screen.

His tone carried an edge as he added, “But know this—no one who harms my family will ever go unpunished.” I pressed my lips together and decided to change the topic. “Is Mum still filming?” My mum, Laura Hemsworth, the Luna of the Crimson Pack, is a well-renowned actress in the human world. She has mastered the art of balancing her secret life as a wolf while maintaining her place among the elite. Even now, in her forties, she captivates audiences and wins accolades, all while keeping her bond with Dad and the Crimson Pack a tightly guarded secret.

But when she returned home that evening, William was already in his study, door closed, clearly not interested in talking. She was about to knock when she heard voices. William wasn't alone. "...can't trust her," a woman's voice said. Lucy's blood ran cold. She recognized that voice. Victoria Monroe. But Victoria was dead. Lucy had seen her shot by Isabel, had watched her bleed out in the warehouse. "She's my wife," William replied. "I'm not discussing this with you." "Your wife who's getting cozy with Ethan Blackwood? Who's defending his proposals? William, be reasonable. Lucy is a liability."

She'd only installed WhatsApp on her phone; the rest of the apps had come with the phone. Mavis quickly responded and exposed Natalie. "Natalie showed me the video." Then, she continued, "Lucy, I want to see that white tiger." Lucille was speechless again. She wondered why yet another person wanted to see Caesar. First, it was Bailey. Now, it was Mavis. Weren't they scared? At this moment, Jessica had just completed her scene. As she turned around, she saw Lucille standing under a pavilion not far from her.

The rumors had exploded like wildfire, and I had no idea who lit the match. "Lucy is infertile." "She used Derek to try and stay relevant now that Alpha Ellison’s losing interest." "Bet she doesn’t even have a wolf—how did she get this far anyway?" I tried to hold my head high, to walk past the servants and nobles and guests with my chin up, my steps confident. But every whisper felt like a blade. And then came the worst part. Pictures.

The secrets about her doctor’s manhood were one touch away. She imagined Ron Hubbard’s little cowboy and her breathing increased. Lucy came at the car from the other side and slapped Tricia’s hood with a loud pop. Tricia dropped her phone between the seats. “Jesus, Lucy.” “Sorry, I had to go get the mail,” Lucy said. She held up a handful of envelops and junk mail flyers. “I decided to blow the mailman while I was there, you know, because I’m such a slut.” Tricia reached back and pulled the black dress from the backseat out to the

“Not wrong. I helped Lucy once again, but she kept failing. Maybe it's Nuu-Chah's will that Starsmoon shan't be blamed for Hyacinth's death.” “It's not too late for you to make things right. Tell me where Lucy is." Dylan pinched Hugo's chin and made him stare into his eyes. “S-She's...in a c-cabin...in the western part of Whitemoon's territory." Hugo choked until Dylan loosened his grip. "Her wolf is dying after Nuu-Chah delivered her your message that you severed your bond with her.” “Lead the way to the cabin now!” Jason untied Hugo from the post and gave him a thrust before he barely kept his legs.