Novel & Cerita Wild Wild West Fanfiction

It was Doubt. Jeweled bent low, his golden gaze fixed on her as the scene unfolded. The old wolf had stumbled into view, its ribs were sharp beneath its fur, fully gray with age. It wasn't a threat it was just another wolf trying to survive in a world that was too cruel for the weak. Garrick raised his hands, barking for the girl to take the shot. Jeweled body tensed, ready to leap, to tear through them both if she obeyed. His body vibrated with anger, and claws dug deep into the soil.

But I saw it. He's falling for me, I realized. For the performance. Good. Let him fall. --- The days that followed were a masterclass in pretending. I laughed at his jokes. Leaned into his touch when he helped me up stairs. Asked him questions about his childhood, his pack, his dreams. I let him think the walls between us were crumbling. They weren't. Every night, after he left, I wrote in my hidden journal. Plans. Routes. Timelines. Farrah had confirmed the rogue settlement—a small community three territories east, run by a she-wolf named Vera who took in battered mates and unwanted omegas.

Vivian was behind the bar, moving fast, her dark hair tied up in a messy knot, cheeks flushed as she poured drinks and flirted her way through tips. “Hey, Viv,” Rose called as she slid behind the counter. “You can head out. I’ve got it from here.” Vivian looked up, relief lighting her whole face. “You are an absolute angel.” Her voice dropped as she leaned in, eyes sparkling. “You just missed the most sinful man I have ever seen in my life.” Rose snorted, grabbing a cloth and wiping down the counter. “That’s a low bar in here.” “I am serious,” Vivian insisted, fanning herself dramatically. “The president of the Road Wolves. The way that man looked at me…” She paused, hand pressing to her che

Soon, the laird would know of his son’s return. She twisted the reins nervously in her fingers as Crispen all but bounced off the saddle in his excitement. “If you keep gathering those reins, lass, you and the horse are going to end up back where you came from.” She glanced guiltily up at Alan Woods, who rode to her right. His admonishment had come out as a tease, but God’s truth, the man scared her. He looked savage with his unkempt, long dark hair and the braids dangling on each side of his temples.

“Great. I will fetch you after your shift. Anyway, is there anything else I should know about Xavier?” “Hmm…” A long pause followed, which made me think Kyle had gone to sleep. Yet before I could speak, he added, “I must say he is a double-edged sword. A powerful ally and a dangerous enemy, but since you have him now on a leash, you do not have to worry too much.” I pursed my lips when Felix proceeded to touch me bare underneath my panties while his other hand continued to pleasure my chest. I wanted to end the call, however, I still needed to ask one last and important question.

Xavier's POV The scent of Redmoon hit me the second I crossed the border, and I wouldn't be exaggerating when I said it still wasn't one of my favorite scents in the world . My horse galloped underneath me, and with each stomp of its hooves against the earth, I felt my wolf surge so violently that I nearly lost the thin leash I had on him. He was this close to breaking free, and even though I was a reckless bastard, I think it was safe to say that my wolf was much worse. Whatever damage I thought I could do, my wild could do it ten times better and I would be fucking proud of him.

Practically howling in my ears. The crowd parted around me as a very naked man–The Savage himself–got up from the street and stalked straight toward me. My body immediately heated up, and my heart went haywire. As he paused inches from me with a deep scowl set on his bloody face, it was then that I understood what my wolf was trying to tell me. The Savage was my mate. Oh. My… A wild excitement pulsed through me, and I managed a slight, shaky smile. I had dreamed about what my mate would look like. Never in my wildest dreams had I…

But Sasha didn’t realize she was staring at the woods. “Ah that,” the Rogue combed his hair with his fingers. “The Wolf Moon’s powers allowed me to tear a tiny weensy hole, and I passed through it.” He waved a hand to himself, “I’m not from any of the packs of Westfall as you can see. That’s why I can just mess around with your land’s magic.” Sasha tried yanking her arm back, but the Rogue held her elbow firmly. “What do you want?” she hissed, keeping her voice steady and cold despite panic rising in her chest.

I wasn't really thinking it through when I started cooking, I just needed a distraction. I wiggle my hips as the music begins to change. My favorite words are coming up. “Bells will be ringing.. The sad, sad news... Oh, what a Christmas, to have the blues... My baby's gone... I have no friends... to wish me greetings, once again..” Damn, this song is literally me. I feel tears well in my eyes. I have no friends. After Wilder died, Katie and Lena reached out. They tried with me, but I shut them down. Now, my two best friends and I haven't talked in months. Wyatt was a friend and so much more, and now we are nothing. I've lost everyone because I pushed them away.

I said, with a mischievous grin, “we would have sealed the bond, then had an elicit affair in private, with lots of stolen kisses in empty rooms, and wild sex in the middle of the woods.” It was Casper’s turn to blush, but he laughed along anyway. “I’m not sure wild sex in the woods appeals to me that much. Sounds rather….prickly.” I gasped, acting like I was offended, “And you call yourself a wolf?!” Casper threw his head back in laughter. “Yes, but one that likes a bit of comfort.” “Ok, so wild sex in your comfy bed it has to be then. Man, you’re so boring.”