Novels by Ella Rose

Jaxon grabs me by my waist and lifts me up before turning me and bending me over the sink basin. I am looking as myself in the mirror and I see him behind me eyeing my plump cheeks. He looks into my eyes in the mirror and that wolfish grin greets me like an old friend. He lifts his hand and slaps it hard across my right cheek and I know that it will leave a mark. I feel heat drip down my legs from the pleasure of the pain. Jaxon dips his middle finger between my thighs and twists just the tip of his finger around my entrance before he withdraws and sucks the juices off. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he licks it clean. The act alone causes a shiver to run down my spine."Do you like when I spank you, little sparrow?" Jaxon asks and his voice is laced with Ash's voice making it deep and crackley. I nod my head unable to find my voice, "Use your words Layla or this stops now." Jaxon commands."Yes, Alpha," I respond breathlessly."Tell me what you like.""I like when you spank

Layla. Jaxon and I spent the morning cleaning up the mess of ash out of my room. We also got ahold of Sebastian and asked if he could update my room after the builders fix it up. I still feel such strong guilt at what happened but Jaxon has reassured me I can't control what I dream nor how it will affect me. I had told him what my dream was about and he had looked concerned before mind linking Trev to see if he could get in touch with Gretchen. If she doesn't show up in the next few days we will have to disappear for a while. The outside world beyond our borders has been extremely quiet. Almost too quiet. Every so often when I take my morning run along the borders I get this feeling that I am being watched. I have told Jaxon about it but everytime he sends his trackers and a few patrol wolves out, they can't find any sign that anybody was there. The feeling doesn't happen every time I run otherwise I would think some paranoia had set in, but it is happening more frequently that it i

Jaxon. Last night after dinner, Layla and I decided to go for a walk through the packlands and look at the empty night sky getting to know each other better. I've learned her favorite color is sky blue, favorite food is Italian of any kind, she hates the smell of red peppers, and she never had a pet growing up but she always wanted a cat. A white one to be exact. She also told me about her childhood and how empty it was. My heart broke for her because she literally had no one growing up, not even a friend. My life was so full of love from my family, the pack, a never ending supply of friends. That's the beauty of belonging to a pack, you never feel alone. She said that's why she loves being here so much, she feels accepted even if she is different from all the wolves, she has never been made to feel left out. Except when she was in the cells originally and when the accident with Emma happened. But she understood both instances and still feels so much guilt about Emma. I miss my siste

Layla. I am running through the field of wild flowers, the place where Jaxon brought me when I had my minor break down. Our place. It is dark tonight but the full moon illuminates my way. I can hear the screaming of my pack members and I push my legs harder and faster as I race to save them. I can hear Ash's paws as they beat against the dirt trying to get to me, but I can't see him. He was at the packhouse getting us some drinks when the wolves breached our boarders and started the attack only moments ago. I can hear wolves howling all around the meadow inside the forest line. They are getting closer. Just as Ash breaks through the tree line a fire ball crashed into the earth right next to him. He quickly jumps to the side and throws his head up to the sky. The moon is beginning to cry again and it's tears are like fire balls crashing into the earth. They are unpredictable where they land and they have no remorse for the casualties they cause. The falling fire balls light up a path

Jaxon. It has been four days sense Gretchen left to go to her old coven and try to solidify some answers as to what Layla is. She never did tell us her thoughts because she wanted to be sure. I have eight days before she is supposed to return, otherwise I need to get Layla out of here. I don't even know where we would go or if I would even have the strength to leave the pack without their Alpha. Things the last four days have seemed almost too easy. No attacks, Layla and I are becoming more and more public with our affection, the pack seems to like her immensely. I couldn't be more grateful for their acceptance of their future Luna, and I couldn't be more blessed with this bond the Moon Goddess has chosen for me. We still have not marked each other yet, I still feel deep down that it is not the right time. Something in the universe is sending me mixed signals so I have waited. Layla doesn't seem to mind that I haven't marked her yet and agrees with me that it is not the right time.

Gretchen. The wind is rustling the leaves of the tree above me. It's dark, too dark. Even for this clouded night, it's almost as if the sky is falling and closing in on me. There is only one thing that can make me feel this suffocated. Black Magic. (Flashback- 5 Hours Ago) I had reached my previous coven two nights after I left Alpha Jaxon's pack and was greated with burned down houses, hanging witches swinging from the trees. Not even the young children were spared. Everyone I used to know, love, and chant with, are just gone. I searched every house, store, even the small council office. Nothing but silence and the pungent smell of rotting flesh. The magic of the dead floated through the air like a thick and tainted fog, making it hard to breath. And yet, I could still smell the simmering sparks of live magic in the air. I knew I had to be vigilant, so I had quickly drawn a memory erasing vigil in the dirt. I used my blood in both chalices; the one that the spell is used agains