Novels by Baby_Dottie

We could tell her resolve was waning. Slowly succumbing to our sweet kisses and nuzzles, hands slowly tracing her supple curves, Aries and I happily soaked in the mewls that spilled from Charlotte. “Luna!”Damnit.“C-Coming!” She wiggled in our hold. Pressing her hands against my chest, attempting to shove me and my wandering hands away, only to end with her irritated huff. As a scowl made its way to her pretty lips, Charlotte glared, vicious and determined. “Let me go!”“But-”“Now!” I couldn’t stop the pout that made its way to my face as I let her go. Aries followed my lead, reluctantly uncurling his arms from her curvy waist, slumping and sulking as Charlotte scurried away from us. “Perverted Lycans. Can’t believe I almost let them distract me from the preparations-are those the lilacs I ordered?!” “Indeed it is.” The worker proudly presented the bundle of flowers that nestled in the vase. “There gorgeous, Luna. Where would you like for me to put them?”“Maybe we could put t

I could hear the battle raging outside.Beastly snarls and vicious growls. Hopeless screams and fearful pleads. It pierced through the air, the fury that came from my pack and the cries for mercy that came from the opposing warriors. Watching as the beasts fought against the other, teeth snapping towards jugulars and claws sinking into flesh and fur, it was a horrifying sight.Not being able to stomach the sight anymore, I turned my attention back to the brewing fight. Sanders nervously squirmed behind Bates. Gaze bouncing frantically from my furious mates to the seemingly dazed Bates, Sanders slowly began to shuffle forward. He probed Bates shoulder, hissing quietly in his ear. “We need to leave! I don’t think-” “You're not supposed to be here!” Bates shouted, “Charlotte is mine! Mine!”Lips curling to a murderous snarl, teeth shining with drool gleamed dangerously as my mates snarled at his words. It rumbled deep from their chest, menacing and threatening, as they crep

Aries POV:Everything was a blur.Tearing through the wilderness,As my eyes bled amber, a hot film of red anger settled into my gaze. Rage pumped through my body, seeping into my veins as fuel for me to keep pushing. It boiled hotly underneath my skin, seething and lashing with every second spent without my mate.I longed to have her back in my arms.Safe in the comfort of my embrace and away from the horrors she had to face.'We're approaching the edge of their territory.'My running slowed down to a cautious prowl as we approached the end of the forest. Light peaked through the twisted branches and bundles of leaves, I carefully slinked deeper into the shadow infested woods. My dark fur easily blending into the darkness that began to surround us.'Where is their patrol?''It's been like this since Tomoro's been captured.' Nathan answered, 'Seems like they're not entirely sure what to do without a dictator in place.''It's pathetic.' Theós sneered, 'As soon as the current Alpha dies

Theós POV:Forgiveness was not something I specialized in.I'm known to hold grudges. Cradling the memory of the wrongdoing that was done to me or my family. Forever logging it away to be used against the person whenever it was needed. Whether for petty reasons or sadistic, sometimes just for my satisfaction to watch them suffer or for revenge, I'll be the first to admit that I'm proud of my ways.I eyed the paper that laid on my desk. A list of items that Aries and I wanted for Charlotte when we arrived back home with her. Some new comfort items, a new journal, and healing ointments that were recommended to us by Ben.We are more than aware of the horrors that she's facing alone. Being forced to return to her violent abuser, we wanted the transition back home to us to be as smooth as possible."I think this is the best we can do until we get her home." Aries grumbled, eyeing his own list that laid in his hands. "We can add more stuff if needed then.""I suppose so."This is probably

Aries POV:I watched him.Slumped in a rickety chair, coarse rope wrapped firmly around his broken body. The rough cord dug into the open cuts, blood oozing slowly from the open wounds. Bits of silver laced into the thick material, seeping into his open wounds in painful licks.While silver could severely wound normal werewolves it merely annoyed those who were born Lycan. It poisons our weaker kin. Sinking painfully into their blood as it turns into a venomous sludge. To us, while extremely annoying and at times painful, it was more equivalent to the feeling humans get when they clean their cuts with alcohol.Jaw clenched, the muscles in his arms and legs tensed as he forced himself not to squirm at the feeling.I had to force my arms to remain crossed. The urge to reach over and snap his neck tingle in my fingers as I glared at him. Hatred burned deep within me with each second that passed by. Each second Charlotte was safed in her home, in my arms. All because of this bastard in fr

Charlotte POV:"Good" days were terrifying.Forcing my battered body to scurry around the house, I would be dressed in whatever prissy dress he wanted me to wear that day. Bruised face dolled up perfectly and frizzy locks brushed into a neat bun.I would slave over the stove to prepare Bates favorite meal. A thick cut of steak cooked in his favorite wine, leaking with blood and fine alcohol. On the side, he would prefer a heap of buttery spuds which would be mashed thickly by hand. He loved them best if they were laced with garlic and drowned in beef gravy. A pile of steamed green beans, infused with garlic and a dash of hot chili flakes, would usually complete the heavy meal."I miss this."It was weird.I could smell the familiar scent of seared steak gently wafting into the air. A delectable rub full of rich spices and tangy sauce. The cooked steak, soaking in golden oil and cooked wine, sat stiffly on my plate. Plump with juices, it leaked into the pile of buttery mash potatoes an

“No need to be embarrassed, kitten. I would love to have your perky ass just-”“Axel!” I whined, “Your such a perv!”“I’m your perv.” Axel purred out. Lifting me higher in his arms, he nuzzled his face into my neck. I squirmed as his nose skimmed my shoulder, warm lips following after in gentle kisses. “Stop squirming, baby girl. You're not ready for what I’ll do if you keep it up.”“I can’t help it.” I really couldn’t help it. Heat was pooling down, my underwear growing wetter by the second as he continued his kisses. Thighs rubbing together and my squirming was a try of relief at the pleasant throbbing that was occuring in my core. I needed friction. I needed something more to help that feeling go away.“Aurora,” He twisted me in his lap, core firmly planted on the hard length that was beneath me. “Stop squirming.”I stopped, frustrated yet obedient. “Axel,”“I know. I can feel you soaking through my sweats.”“Then why-” “Because you don’t understand what’s happening. You don’t eve

Adjusting the knobs to the stove so my collards were off and rice was on low, I covered the sizzling cheesy pasta and slow cooked ribs with tin foil. Cooking all this food and trying to keep up with my lively family has reduced me to a tired out mess. “Food is almost done. Just have to watch the rice since it's on low. I’m g-going to go take a nap.”“I’ll watch the rice for you Aurora. They’ll be a plate already prepared for you when you come down to eat, okay?” “Thanks grandma,” I mumbled, dragging myself towards the kitchen entrance, “Night grandpa.”“It’s 3 in the afternoon, sweetheart.”“Shut up, George! You know what she meant!” “Well she could’ve said-”“What?! What could she had said without sounding stupid! Like your-” I ignored my arguing grandparents, making my way out the kitchen up the stairs to my room. I’m not usually this tired after making food. Even my grandparents' peppiness doesn’t drain me this much. This sudden tiredness confused me a little but I cou

“So?” I glanced up from the boiling greasy rice, “How’s Axel?”“Axel? He’s f-fine. Why?” I questioned, adding a little bit more seasoning into the pot. I didn’t want to add too much since the broth was already doused with it. A dash of salt was all it needed to enhance the flavor. “Well, as your grandma, I should know how your boyfriend is.” Grandma explained with a careless shrug. She lazily took a sip of her red wine, ignoring my surprised splutter. “I still can’t believe you have a boyfriend and didn’t tell me. I thought we were closer than that.” “He’s not my-I don’t have a boyfriend!” I squeaked out.She waved off what I said, “I used to say the same thing about your grandfather. But look at us now, married. Not that I saw that coming but I don’t regret it.”“But we’re really not dating. H-He hasn’t asked me out and I don’t even think he likes me like that. I’m probably not even his type. He’s p-probably used to dating tall, skinny girls who don't like to eat their problems awa

Aurora POV:“You scared her.” I stated, watching as she ducked into the safety of the restaurant's kitchen. I didn’t feel sorry for her at all. I didn’t see a reason for her to glare at me like that. It was pretty rude considering that she was on the job when she did this. Axel slid into the chair across from me, flashing me a stern glare. “She should be glad that’s all I did to her. She had no reason, no right to disrespect you like that. Nobody should be disrespecting you like that.” My stomach clench in a heated flutter at the glare he was giving me. If it was someone else glaring at me, depending on how intimidating they are, I would either be close to tears or uncomfortably nervous. I never get the feeling when it comes to Axel. A twinge of sadness was the closest thing I would get to some sort of negative emotion. Besides the sadness, I couldn’t really describe the exact feeling that would come over me whenever I get that look from him.

I opened my mouth, brain searching for something to say to that. When my mind continues to produce nothing, still too stunned to wrap my head around to what he said to me, I immediately turn my attention to my snack. I quickly stuffed a few grapes into my mouth, trying to distract myself from his heated gaze. “Such a shy princess,” Axel purred in my ear. “Is my princess thinking about us? Are you thinking about the pleasure I can give. I could have you withering underneath me, screaming my name while I-”“Grilled cheese!” I interrupted, not being able to take anymore teasing. I hope that the mention of food will completely change the topic. Plus, I’ve been craving curly fries and a grilled cheese sandwich for the past hour now. Might as well should bring up what I want now.Eyebrow arching high, his seductive mood quickly disappeared. “Grilled cheese? Do you want a grilled cheese sandwich? Are you hungry?”I nodded, finishing off the last bit of my green fruit. The last time I ate wa

Axel POV:It didn’t take long for Aurora and I to reach the library. I opened the door for her, and closely followed her inside to where she preferred to sit. After a few minutes of walking and occasional turns, I couldn’t help but to happily perk up when she led me towards a tablet that was tucked in the back, away from the annoying people and prying eyes. Though it was a table that could easily hold a few people, it was private enough that I knew we could get away with certain things if Aurora was quiet enough.I quietly scoffed, even if she was loud, who would dare try and stop what we were doing. As if anyone would, or could, do anything about it. “D-Did you want t-to s-sit somewhere e-else?” Aurora ask me, pausing in front of a chair that I assume she usually sits at. “W-We d-don’t-”I pulled out the chair, shushing my mate while gently guiding her to sit down. “Sitting here is more than fine, baby girl. I prefer sitting here rather than being out there. It’s more private and qu

I eyed the clump of weeds that sat in the blistering heat. Dewbells. Gorgeous clusters of flowers that made At the moment, they were hideous. Clumps of skinny seedlings that struggled to rise in the sweltering sun. They were an odd shade of green and blue, scrawny stems that were covered in unblossomed leaves and tiny colored bulbs. I couldn’t wait for them to fully bloom. This is my first time growing plants by myself. After papa helped me settle on what I should grow, he left me to my own device to learn how to grow them. It took a while for me to actually plant them. My magical ability was nowhere near powerful enough to grow tulips, let alone Dewbells.It took a few months of training with papa to finally muster enough magical prowess. Dewbell seeds grow off of a specific type potion laced water, sunlight, and magic energy. My energy levels were pathetic. Not enough to summon a ball from my palms nor enough to seep into the soil to feed into the hungry seeds. It took

As I melted into the sofa, snuggled deep into a cocoon of thick blankets, I groaned miserably. I could feel my stomach pulsed with pain. It ached, throbbing in a type of agony that was slowly bringing me to tears. “Are you okay?” From the voice, I could tell it was Joaquin talking to me. He poked me through my swathe, “You sound horrible.” “Nooo,” I whined, “Tummy hurts.”“I’ll grab your heating pad.”I grumble out a muffled, “Thank you.”As I heard Joaquin shuffling away, I could feel someone else move closer to me. I snuggled closer to the body heat, ignoring the hand that began to pat around my blankets. “Do you want your stomach rubbed or back?” Antonio asks.“Back,” I answered, “Don’t want to move.”It wasn’t long before his hand found my back. He gently began to rub, snickering quietly at my pain as I slowly began to drift off to sleep. The warmth was nice. It helped ease the pain, but it wasn’t enough to dissolve it completely. I would need my heating pad for that.I desper

By the time my brothers came back down from their shower, I was carefully taking the pigs-in-a-blanket out of the oven. I scowled as I got blasted with heat. As I carefully reached into it, craning my face away as best as I can and stretching my gloved covered hands into the piping hot oven, the blistering warmth slowly began to seep out. It was slowly becoming unbearable as I finally managed to grasp the pan.“It’s hot.” I groaned to myself. Heaving the pan from the oven, I turned to face my brothers. “Could one of you two-”“We got it.”Joaquin easily took the hot pan from my grasp and Antonio closed the oven door. I slipped the mittens off, a little jealous how my brothers didn’t mind the sweltering heat. They were resistant to things like that. Though they weren’t as immune as our dad was, they could handle heat a lot better than I could.I shuffled towards the table, a pout glued to my lips. Climbing onto my chair, settling onto the wooden seat, I watched as Joaqn reached out t

It wasn't long before my papa came back from his trip to the market. As he had some of the bags of ingredients floating around him as he shuffled into the kitchen, the rest was cradled safely in the hold of my brothers. They shuffled in behind our papa, their tanned skin covered in bruises and scratches and their clothes covered in dirt.“You can put those bags on the counter.” Papa told them. “I’ll have some snacks prepared for you two when you're done with your shower.” They lugged the bags over to the counter just as our papa ordered. “I would kill for a hot bubble bath right now.” Antonio whined.“The last time you took a bath when you were tired, you almost drowned.” Joaquin rebutted. “You’ll take a shower.”“You're no fun.”“Our fathers are stressed enough,” Joaquin scowled, “They don’t need to worry about you dying on top of dealing with whatever drama is going on at the castle.” “But-” Joaquin ignored his attempt to protest as he gently began to shove our brother out of the

I could barely comprehend what happened next.As I rolled my eyes at the insult, Pertrece let out an angered shout. “Flanken!”A familiar mop of brown popped into view. “What-”“I need another bottle of wine!”Just as the wench began to turn around, obviously confused by the statement Petrece made, Pertrece chucked her bottle towards her. The bottle smacked against her head, sending the wounded women to the floor and shattering into pieces.As I gaped at the bloody sight, Pertrece rose from her seat, swearing loudly at the fallen wench. “I told you to watch your fucking mouth!”“Oi!” Flanken hollered, head snapping back into the kitchen. In the midst of the wenches shrieks and the patrons murmur, Flanken began to bark out orders. “I need you to grab Pertrece another bottle of that wine she likes! I need you and a few others to grab Brama from the floor! It just got mopped from the brawl last night!”Flanken workers moved quickly. As a group of men came pouring out of the kitchen, rushi

“Welcome back, Noémie.”I looked up from my mug of liquor. Seemingly a bottomless pit of amber liquid, a tantalizing addiction that I like to indulge in from time to time. On days when I’m stuck in my head, there is nothing like downing a pint in a crowd of sloppy drunks.I greeted Pertrece with the sweetest smile I could muster. “I’m dying for your bowl of rabbit stew.”“When are you not?” Pertrece giggled, scribbling down my order. “Anything else you need?”“Biscuits and wine.”“Wine?” Pertrece mused, pausing at my request. She stared at me, lips twisting into a concerned purse and gaze steady on my face. “You only order wine when you're in the mood to talk.”Knowing better than to lie, I shrug, “I could use some advice.”“Give me a second?” At my nod, Pertrece whirled around to face the kitchen. “Flanken!”A man poked his head into the window. Sweat covered his brow and an annoyed frown graced his lips. His brown eyes roamed the tavern until it fell upon Petrece. “Yeah?!”“Need a bo