Willow X Boscha Novels & Stories

Layla POV All the pups that Willow brought with her now have homes; it never ceases to amaze me how quickly children can adapt to new surroundings. Willow and Riley have marked each other. Willow is a beautiful she-wolf with a loving nature; Riley and Willow are perfect for each other. Darius and I are on our way to my territory; Anita has gone into labor, and Diana is there, but both Zach and Anita have asked if I could be with her in case Zach passes out as Drew did.

I put my head in my hands and let out a breath of frustration. “I’m okay man. I just had a run in with Willow’s wolf.” Xander lets out a whistle, “So how did that go? Is her wolf just as fiery as she is?’ “A bit friendlier actually. A little too friendly considering the circumstances. Her wolf took control and coaxed Ghost into doing the same before she shoved her tongue down our throats.” Xander’s laughter is innocent and playful, but it is grating on my last nerve. “She sounds like my kind of lady. Maybe I should go introduce myself,” he teased.

It was to keep from embarrassing him. Suddenly I cant stand the shower any longer. I need to run. Sasha is begging me to let her out. She wants to feel the wet land under her feet. The humid air hitting her lungs and begging us to go slower as we push our wolf body. “Please, Willow? I will make sure to go nowhere near the pull of the mate bond or areas he frequents. We can get away and get our heads on straight before dealing with this situation. I turn the water off. But something isn’t right. I tilt my head using my super human senses to find the off putting reason.

She pointed at Willow. Willow chuckled. "I'm Willow. I'm kinda useless in the whole beat the shit out of you department, but I bake and make gods jealous of my sweetness. I'm also kinda great at being at your back. After all the issues the last year, I upped my proficiency with guns and am now considered a marksman with my personal firearm. Don't let that fool you, because that skill degrades with other guns." She shrugged, passed the conversational ball to Ksenia.

Liza asked, glancing over. "Just needed a moment," Willow replied, her eyes drifting to the horizon. One of the Northern wolves, a young male named Fazza, stepped into her line of sight. He was handsome in a rugged, sun-beaten way, his brown eyes warm with a clear, localized interest. "How long have you been running with the Lanka, Ms. Grant?" "Only a week," Willow said, offering a polite but distant smile. "A new addition to the den, then," Fazza noted, his grin widening. "Are you a designer by trade?"

“So, Zale has to beat a total Boy Scout, that has five years of history with Willow already. Wonder if he knows about her wolf? Could be the one advantage you have – I mean aside from your sexy voice.” Anders goads. “Do I need to remind the both of you that my interest in Willow is purely professional and in the capacity of my role as Regional Alpha.” I point at the two of them even as they grin like cheshire cats back at me.

Willow also snapped back to reality and yanked Kayson over by his hand. “Kayson, you’ll be able to save the captain, right? You can do it!” Kayson scanned the man and answered, “Don’t worry, Captain Wolke won’t die yet with me around.” Willow was overjoyed. “I’ll give you all my savings as long as you can save him!” Kayson was rendered speechless. “That’s not necessary. Not only do I have the title of the special task force agent, but even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t possibly just watch Captain Wolke die when he’s considered a friend.”

Where was she heading? I stood immediately. "What's wrong?" Mason asked. He was curious to know why I stood suddenly. "Are you planning to tail the priestess?" He asked through the mind link. "Yes, you should watch the Alphas," I said walking out too but instead I bumped into one of the Alphas. Alpha Lykos Bloodrose. "I apologize, my lord," "It's fine," He answered sweetly and I nodded. "You're Alpha Mason's woman, " He said, it sounded more like a question.

A promise that she would return with Leonard, that she wanted him to wait for her. Julian smiled faintly. He couldn't see her, but he knew she was downstairs. For some reason, he felt rather anxious as he waved in her direction. "Happy Easter, Willow!" A tear rolled down Willow's cheek, but she didn't wipe it away. She looked at him one last time before getting into the car. She was afraid she'd lose the nerve to leave if she stayed any longer. The expensive car started moving again. Willow wasn't going to Kono alone—Nebula Group was sending a 40-member team with her. Meanwhile, Dexter would be in charge of running the company.

Daniel lurked somewhere in the background. "Is he your boyfriend?" Robert questioned. "N—" "Yes," Wes responded. She glared at him. "How long have you been seeing each other?" Wes looked at Willow before lying, "4 months." "What do you do...?" "Wes," Willow said. "His name is Wes." "I apologize for not formally introducing myself. My name is Wes, and I'm a fellow student at Willow's university." Still holding an interrogative posture, her father remained silent. "Willow, I want to speak to you alone," he said before rising and walking into the kitchen.