Yellowjackets X Reader Novels & Stories

I mutter underneath my breath. Ronan laughs softly behind me, still in his white tank top and black sweats. Malachi is shirtless in white shorts. I am surrounded by three sex gods who are my brother’s best friends. It can’t get more scandalous than this. “What’re you reading?” I ask Jaxon. Without looking up, he lowers his glasses and peeks over them. “A book.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, a book on what?” He closes it and sets it down on the glass table beside him.

One wrong move could cost us everything. I glanced toward a stack of crates along the alley wall. Maybe if I could climb, gain higher ground, I could create a diversion. Maybe I could turn the hunters into the hunted. My wolf coiled, eager to act. Bryan seemed to read my thoughts. “Juliette, wait. We do this together.” Dorian’s shadow shifted alongside him. “We can’t let them separate us,” he warned. I swallowed, nodding, heart hammering. The glowing object pulsed stronger now, almost urging me to act. My instincts screamed to run, to fight, to survive.

By the looks of it, he's trying to figure out whether or not what is in the book relates to what is on my leg. "You might want to look at this," Malik mumbled, tossing the book at Jasper. Is it an Alpha thing to be able to read ancient dialect? Jasper looked grim, as he did the same as Malik; looking back and forth between the pages and my thigh. Then he shut it, sighed deeply, and shook his head. It was defeat on both of their faces. "What's going on?" I question, my voice firm and pressing. I was starting to quiver, no knowing what both men were keeping from me.

Then, before Jasper could respond, he added, “In fact, the only thing that you did become is a werewolf.” “Not exactly,” Jasper hesitantly said. “The werewolf genetics are the strongest in me, but the other two are in there on some level.” “You have zombie in you?” Marcus screeched. When Jasper slowly nodded, he continued by bellowing, “And vampire?” Jasper grinned and gave a light snort, “I’m a regular mutt.” Marcus moved to the nearest chair and dropped his backside onto it. “Who else knows?” he asked with a sigh of resignation.

Jorfit smiles and nods his head as a greeting the second we stop by the side table, around which as a whole we structure a circle; I half-smile back at him, but just out of politeness, and glance at the Fear Specialists book and the seven duplicates lying on the glass table. "My mom's book club usually has more wine," Linda says, her eyes on the books. — Well, most likely, they will not read books that cause brutal fantasies, says Sasha. I sit down to show my consent with her. — That is the reason why Greece is here, says Angel . My eyes travel to the coyote and I keep wondering if it would be unseemly for me to get any information about his experience with dreams triggered by Valack 's book

JERRY’S POV __________________________________ I’m crouched in the tunnel’s damp shadows, water dripping onto my neck, the air thick with mold and blood. My hand clutches the bloodstone shard in my pocket, its pulse like a fist slamming my chest. The voices—run, fight, claim the blood—scream in my head, and my eyes glow red, the alpha curse clawing at me. I’m Jerry, sixteen and lost, my heart racing after Sasha’s comms cut off with a scream down here. Morgana, the Lykaon cult’s witch, is messing with us, her spell making the fake shard pulse, and I’m terrified for Sasha, for Mom, who’s awake now, changed by the bite. I need to find Sasha before Morgana’s traps get her.

Jake stumbled into the kitchen, half-asleep and rubbing his eyes. “You guys are raiding the fridge again?” he mumbled. Alex grinned, the picture of innocence. “Just cooling down. It’s a hot night.” Jake grunted and grabbed a water bottle before heading back upstairs. The second his footsteps faded, Alex looked at me, eyes still dark with lust. He stepped close again, voice a low promise against my ear. “This isn’t over, Em. Tomorrow night… or the night after… I’m sneaking into that bedroom and giving you exactly what that dream promised. My cock. Deep. Hard. Until you’re biting the pillow to stay quiet while I breed this needy little pussy.”