Wolverine X Reader Novels & Stories

I don’t know if Xavier is controlling his wolf or if he is truly conflicted about choosing a mate. “I am not interested in men; I like women; there are big boobs and asses; their wet pussycats are what I crave,” Xavier replied with a mischievous grin, sending a shiver down my spine. “But there’s something about you, Henry, that I can’t seem to resist. Maybe it’s our mate bond, or maybe it’s just the taboo fact of a relationship that excites me.” Xavier’s words sent a wave of confusion through me, unsure of how to navigate this unexpected attraction between us.

I felt a small surge of jealousy rise up as Xavier gently led me toward the elevator. He must’ve noticed, because as the elevator doors closed, he chuckled. “What’s so funny?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. “Love,” he said, amusement in his voice, “Cynthia is human, married, and has two kids. Her mate is a werewolf—she’s not checking for me. And even if she was, it wouldn’t matter. My wolf and I belong to you and only you.” He stepped closer and placed his hands on my waist.

"Apologize." The weight of his Alpha force came crushing down on me. My legs buckled, and a metallic taste rose in my throat. After losing my wolf, my body had been weaker than even an ordinary human's. I couldn't harm a healthy she-wolf like Lynette, much less an Alpha. Xavier seemed completely unaware of that. Or rather, he just didn't care. Even though I've witnessed his betrayal countless times, my eyes still burned red. For a movement, Xavier's force faltered.

Her hands were so cold that it seemed to cause the temperature on his forehead to drop, and then to raise his body temperature again. Jenny stood very close, and the gray wolf suddenly smelled a faint scent of fresh blood that had dried up on her. Her wound was not serious, the mouth of the wound was almost completely dry. The blood stains on her body were also treated by her, so the taste was very light, now on her body there is no longer the fishy smell of blood, but the nose of the other boy. He had not noticed this before. The hand under the gray wolf's fur suddenly clenched, apologetic and self-blame, like a basin of cold water, instantly quenching the heat of his heart.

For a moment, I stood there, panting, my entire body trembling, my senses sharper than ever. A claw came at me. I was not very fast, so it got me a little too close to my eyes. I could hear the sound of it tearing into my skin, and I knew there would be scars, but there was no time to think about such things because Xavier in his wolf form was advancing towards me. I backed toward the window, he snarled at me and walked closer. I looked into his angry red slits, my heart thumping like a drum. Then he extended his claws and went for my neck. I ducked but without taking a big angry welt. I could feel the blood trickling down my neck, staining my blouse.

he added with unhidden relief. “I thought I dreamt about that,” Xavier breathed, eyes wide open from surprise. He took the letter from his brother’s hands and proceeded to read it. “She answered,” he whispered to himself. He looked up to meet Xander’s gaze. They went to the house quickly. They settled in their home office to talk. Xander already ranted about Syliva and the possibility of a mating. Xavier wrapped a blanket around his shoulders as he sat down. He showed to be more reserved than his brother.

He looked at me for a moment, then put his elbows on his knees and leaned slightly toward me. "That jacket of yours earlier. Who is the owner?" "Why?" Damon didn't answer. Instead, he looked at me. He stared at me so intently that it seemed he was tracking every flutter of my hair. I feel as if he can see my underwear and even my soul. "Do werewolves love sex?" I suddenly asked him. "Yes, werewolves were aroused, too." "Seriously?" Damon grinned. "Yeah." "I don't know why you're wearing clothes," I said. "Wolverine doesn't wear a shirt and has metal claws. Isn't he also a wolf?"

He almost roars in response, zooming to my side faster than a lightning bolt. "No, I will," Xavier growls, grabbing my other arm. "She likes me better," Wes grins, pulling me close. I can smell his minty breath, his sweet cologne intoxicating me with every breath. "Well, she's my mate!" remarks Xavier, pulling me in tightly. My bones are about to break, hanging between them like a twig surrounded by tree trunks. In a sudden burst of energy, I pull them both out, heading for the table of delights. "I'll escort myself, thanks," I say firmly, then turn away. An assortment of light and baritone laughter ensues, the other werewolves probably finding amusement in my bitter words.

Zion was whimpering seeing his mate in this state. Rising swiftly, Xavier lifted her in a tender, bridal embrace, carrying her beneath the shelter of a majestic tree. Gently placing her on the ground, he cradled her delicate face in his hands, his touch infused with a depth of emotion. As he caressed her cheek, the profound chill persisted, amplifying the intensity of his passion and concern. Xavier quickly changed into his wolf and ran away. He ran here and there in the dark forest but found nothing. He went near a large tree and gazed it up and down. He went back and ran into the tree shaking it. The water fell like a bucket on the floor. He went back again and ran into it. The tree fell t