Yuri Briar X Reader Novels & Stories

I insist before patting Lobo on the arm and heading to the back of the car. I hustle to get Clara settled in before heading to my bedroom to read the letter alone. - “Alpha Onyx, this will most certainly be the most unorthodox thing I will do this year, but here it goes. I found your scent on the paperwork during our meeting this morning. From there, I have been mentally spiraling out of control, trying to keep a cool head around my family. Here, it is against the law to be mated with a Lycan. Then I received your shirt, which I am wearing right now. I made some decisions. After recent events, I am ready to leave my pack if that is what it takes. You may or may not reject me, and I would und

Briar poured himself a cup too but didn’t drink it either. After a moment, he lowered his eyes and said, “Since you came all this way, don’t you have something to tell me?” Raina lazily propped her chin up with her other hand, smiled, and said, “Of course. I want you to personally help me see a doctor for someone.” ***

“She was leaving.” “I am,” I say quickly. Bailey lifts a hand in a friendly half wave. “Nice to meet you.” I nod once, then back away like I’m retreating from a minefield. Briar’s eyes stay on me until I’m out of sight. The moment I’m around the corner, I press a hand to my sternum. My wolf shifts heavy, amused? Curious? I can’t tell. But I know one thing with absolute certainty: Briar has found her fated mate.

DYLAN'S POV It wasn’t a figment of my imagination, It wasn’t a wet dream either –I would know since they pretty much kept me up all night yesterday. I was kissing Brielle Renaud, and damn… what a kiss it was. The little vixen pressed herself against me some more, angling her neck and kissing me like she had been wanting to all her life. I groaned in satisfaction, just as turned on -maybe even more- as she was. Her arms circled my shoulders, her fingers playing with my hair as mine wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to me.

Lily offered the bread basket towards the blue eyed biker, making sure to place the basket exactly at breast level so that the Alcolyte Triad's Vice President would have to look straight at her barely covered cleavage. " No, thank you. " - Yuri, said politely before turning his back on the volunteer. " Are you sure, sir? " - Lily said while move closer to Yuri. As she spoke, she made sure to brush the tips of her breasts against the back of his head, wanting him to know that she was hot, ready, and willing anytime he wanted her. She started do it again. " No! " - Kathy, shout. One moment, Yuri had another girl trying to comb his hair with her nipples and then the next moment Kathy had wrappe

'K, Killian. She stammers as I bring their dancing to a stop by standing in their way. 'Good evening, Wife.' I say, making sure to emphasise the word 'wife' while glaring straight at the Russian. It hits me as I stare at him, because I do recognise who he is and it takes all my effort not to reveal my shock. 'Yuri Macalov. The notorious Bratva Pakhan, who is known within our circles for his brutality and total lack of compassion, has his hands on my wife.'

Ezra’s aura must be rolling off me like fire. Briar bows and mutters something about seeing us later before bolting out the door. Now it’s just her and me. She stands slowly, like she senses the shift in the air. Step by step, she closes the distance, stopping inches from me. Her scent hits me all over again—wild and soft, like untouched woods after rain. My eyes betray me, flicking to her lips. She bites the bottom one. I feel my throat tighten as I swallow hard. Ezra is on edge inside me, growling, She’s ours.

His dark eyes brushed mine for a fraction of a second before he stepped out. My pulse quickened, my mind racing through possibilities. My parents? My sister? God forbid—Yuri? The door creaked. It was Liam. My breath caught. My Liam. The boy who had once held my whole heart, standing in Xavier’s house like a ghost from another life. But the moment I met his eyes, something inside me cracked. He wasn’t the Liam I remembered. His hair was disheveled, his face drawn sharp, his gaze cutting through me with accusation instead of love.