Xavier
Karenina followed Raine through the twisting corridors and large rooms without complaint, even as her injured hand was held tightly by Raine. She ignored the pain that coursed through her, choosing to simply enjoy the moment.Karen had vowed never to go out without a guide, as the complex maze of the Pack Westwood mansion could easily lead one astray. As they walked through the halls of the Westwood mansion, Karen could not help but be mesmerized by the grandeur of the place. It was as if she had stepped into a childhood fairy tale come to life, complete with a beautiful princess or royal ruler. Karen took in all these sights with her beauty-hungry eyes and let herself be mesmerized.The hall itself was painted white, with golden ornaments decorating the walls, and doors leading to closed rooms were scattered on both sides of the hall. The servants who passed by paid their respects; all Omegas here were trained to serve. Karen felt a little uncomKaren She tried to ignore the fact that he had been making teasing comments and acting out of character lately. He knelt beside her, her knees resting on her left side. However, the wound on her back was still sore and itchy from the scabs that had formed, so she refrained from leaning against the tree. Raine had gone to play with Flynn, who had approached them, and she smiled at the scene. Although she still had a number of questions she wanted to ask Xavier, such as whether he had heard the news about her friends, why he seemed to be a cold man and yet cared for children, and what about his new mate? Although she was eager for answers, she didn't want to ruin this peaceful moment with answers she might not want to hear. She glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye. He was sitting with his back to the tree, one knee bent and the other on the ground nearby. His right arm was draped over the bent knee, creating a very impressive pose. He looked like an extraordinary living sc
Xavier She had been so caught up in her reverie that she had not noticed the first of her two bandages being unwrapped until it fell onto her arm before he removed it. She gulped as she realized that only one piece of cloth separated her naked body from his gaze. What on earth had he been thinking of to make him stare at her with such an interest? It was a moment of madness, and she had no idea where it came from. She felt the ties of her bandages loosen and immediately crossed her arms, closing her eyes and turning her face away, a blush of embarrassment spreading across her cheeks. "Wait," she whispered back to him, embarrassed. She didn't see him looking at her, but she could feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin. She felt his lips touch her injured shoulder, just above the wound. The touch didn't hurt, but it was very pleasant. She turned her head to look at him and he gave her a sharp look. "What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly. "Calm down, Karenina," he said i
Karen He left. She watched Xavier slide out of her room while she was still lying on the bed, disheveled, naked, and in pain. She didn't fully understand her body's reaction to him, but there was no denying how her body reacted to him, how her heart raced when Xavier was near her, or the tingling of her breasts, her hardened nipples, and the embarrassing wetness between her thighs. She wanted him with a woman's passion and Xavier had just said that he wanted her too. "I have the same desire as you," he said, and her heart raced as his words echoed through her mind, remembering how deep and raspy his voice had been when filled with passion. Karenina shivered at the memory and then Helga rushed in, being very polite as she entered. "Luna," Helga bowed respectfully and waited for her orders. Blushing, she sat down and crossed her arms over her chest, feeling very embarrassed in front of her servant and friend. She felt humiliated to be caught in such a position with him. Xavier. Sh
Karen She followed him cautiously, nervous but curious about the direction he would take. His hand on her back felt like a burning ember, sending warm sensations through her sensitive skin. They walked leisurely through the corridors, but Karen couldn't stop focusing on the hand on her back. She didn't even notice where they were going until they reached the main doors. These doors, large and ornate, were intimidating. The guards standing in front of the gate gave a deep salute as the couple passed and opened the door with sincere respect. Once outside, he finally stopped, still without a word. His arm slipped gently around her shoulder, noting the wound on her shoulder. With a gentle touch, he pressed on her injured shoulder, careful not to cause pain. She felt her body begin to float, like the unforgettable sensation of floating in the air she had once experienced with him. Her clothes rustled in the cool night breeze, the moon shining brightly in the dark sky. Karen looked up at
Xavier He slowly picked her up, forcing her to walk backwards. His hold on her kept her from stumbling. His hands gripped her shoulders, clutching the fabric in his hands as her back hit the tree trunk and she gasped, unknowingly allowing him into her mouth. He dominated the kiss, quickly mastering her mouth, all her senses, and all she could do was hold on to him. She felt a hand go to her hip and another slide down her cheek, down to her jaw to scrape its nails gently against her neck, making her shiver with pleasure, a small moan escaping her lips to be caught by his mouth. He devoured her and she let him. She felt him move closer, his chest pressed against hers, making her breasts ache and full. She gasped at the intimate contact, burning as the hand on her neck caressed her collarbone before sliding down through her clothing to her chest. Her nipples hardened instantly in his palms as he moved his hands in rough motions over her breasts, stimulating her nipples. She kissed him
Carolina She opened her eyes slowly, slowly fighting the blur that enveloped her vision. Eventually, the wooden ceiling above her became clearer. Taking in her surroundings, she realized that she was lying on a low bed with a rather musty dress covering her like a blanket. As she tilted her head to see more of the cramped room she was in, she realized how weak she was. Even moving her head felt like an effort, and all of her limbs felt limp and heavy. A creaking sound from the floor nearby made her turn her head towards it, and there she saw a very strange girl standing at the entrance of the small room where she was lying. Carolina assumed it was a little girl, but it was unlike any child she had ever seen. The girl's face was covered in horrible scars, with striking differences in skin color in places. Her eyes were mismatched, one brown and one blue, the blue slightly larger than the brown, both staring at her. One of her arms looked too long for her body, stretched out to touch
Rylan He was awakened from his perch in the tree, groggy and limp, by a pleading voice that he believed to be Carolina calling him. He found himself surrounded by a strange mist that he had seen swirling over the ground while he slept. He realized that he was too tired and weak for no apparent reason. He correctly guessed that the mist was affecting him. Quickly, he grabbed his weapon from its perch and used it to chase away the odorless mist. Immediately, the undead she-wolf emerged from the hut and stepped out of the trees as the flute began to sound. "Hah, you again," he growled as he followed the corpses, his nose once more assaulted by the foul odor they carried. "Disgusting. Hey, Uma! I know you're in there. Give Carolina back!" "You want to steal my treasure, stupid wolf? You can't have her!" yelled Uma as she came out of the hut, pointing at him and instructing her minions to swarm him. "You are nothing, so stay nothing," she scolded. "Kill him." "I don't think so. Attack
Nathan He was a hybrid, a rogue and also the descendant of a witch who had been allied with the darkness for a long time; he was also a dark lord who was obsessed with immortality and was contemplating his failure to achieve his goals. He was deeply disappointed that Uma had failed in her attempt to kill Carolina and Rylan. He stood in the quiet, dark room with Claire, his loyal follower, facing him while holding a magic mirror that showed the latest developments. "Damn, that guy," he spat out the words, his frustration growing. He felt bewildered by Uma's inability to deal with her ever-living enemies. The failure fueled his anger and he cursed Uma inwardly. "What a wasted effort." He looked to the side, his eyes empty, lost in dark memories. He remembered his first encounter with Uma, a dark priestess who had become more and more insane over time. She was an attractive woman who could be used by him, or so he hoped. It was easy to make an obsession out of Uma and convince her th
Karen For the last year after Nathan's death, she lived with Xavier. She had told him that she needed time to get to know him and for their relationship to grow before making a big commitment, and during the time they had been 'dating', he had been giving her several tutors to assist her in adapting to her new life. So many tutors, she thought with a sigh. At first, she only had tutors who helped her explain and control her powers now that she was a full-blooded she-wolf, while others taught her combat and how to fight hand-to-hand, while still others taught her to use swords and daggers. Although she seemed to be making progress after a year, Karen knew that she was far from proficient. It would take years for her to become a fighter and master her new weapons, even though she always carried a bow and arrow. However, a few months ago, she had surprised Xavier by asking how to behave as Luna in the Westwood Pack. She could see the concern and eager anticipation in his eyes when he r
Karen "You're acting weird, Rylan," she said with a frown as her best friend led her out of the place where she used to play hide-and-seek with Raine. Instead of fighting with her like she thought he would, Rylan glanced at her before looking away. He crossed his arms and started walking back and forth in front of her. This made her upset because she assumed that his weird behavior had something to do with her changed appearance. "Why the hell can't you look at me?" While walking over to him, she grabbed his shoulders and forced him to face her. "Why is it so hard for you to look me in the eye, Rylan?" She demanded, her voice trembling. Why wasn't he looking at her? Could it
Karen Her arms wrapped around his body, lowering him onto her, and when their naked bodies met for the first time, it was like ecstasy. Her hardened nipples poked at his muscular chest, her curves fitting perfectly next to his rock-hard body like she was made just for him. It was a piece of perfection. She stared straight at him, meeting the burning intensity in his golden eyes, making her body shiver. That Xavier craved her so much never failed to surprise and amaze her, but it also made her grateful, because she felt the same way. He had seen her naked before, yet Xavier still seemed mesmerized by what he saw, as if seeing her for the first time. Hence, she did not feel ashamed under his gaze. Far from it. In fact, she felt beautiful. She called out his name again. Her body burned and ached. She needed him to d
Karen He means it... As she thought with teary eyes, she knew it was true. She could see it written all over his face and in his eyes. All this time, she had thought that he had such little feelings, never seeing a hint of emotion on his face since the first day she met him a few years ago. But she was wrong. Xavier did have feelings, and judging by his expression, he felt a lot of things. So much so, that she could practically hear his heartbreak, and somehow, it only mended her own. The veil that shrouded him had been lifted, and what she saw had removed her resentment for him, taken away her bitterness, and left only the love she felt for him swelling in her heart. As she ran towards him, slamming into his chest, Karen increased her strength, causing his body to be pushed back slightly, but he remained upright and didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her. The desperation in his hug confirmed his words, chasing away the darkness in her heart. "I forgive you," she whispered into
Karen One week later after the battle... She was in her room, curled up on her bed, and holding a pillow to her chest. One hand held the pillow while the other stretched out over her bed. Inside her fist was a sacred moonstone. Nathaniel was dead, killed by Xavier, with no help from her at all. She should have felt happy, relieved, hell, she didn't know, at the death of her most bitter enemy. Especially when all her friends were safe. After their moment of heartfelt embrace, Xavier used his remaining strength to carry her back to the pack house. It was the last time she saw him, but she was told that he was recovering and wouldn't die from his injuries. That was two days ago, and she was lost in thought. Her eyes were fixed on her clenched fist that held the gemstone, the sacred moonstone, the heirloom of the werewolf lords. Karen did not need to open her fingers to know that so far she had failed to purify the stone. The gemstone was still black in color, silently indicating that
Karen Xavier stood slightly hunched over, his fine hair flowing around his angelic face, almost hiding his expression from her. Blood dripped down across his chin from his mouth - a mouth that she couldn't help but remember kissing and getting lost in - but what brought tears to her eyes was the dagger that had stabbed him in the back, protruding out of his body for her to see. While his blades were partially sheathed in the ground, a line where the daggers had cut into the ground was beyond them, as if he was trying to use his daggers to stop his forward motion. One dagger was stuck in his right leg, stuck firmly, most likely adding to the pain that he was experiencing. Another dagger dug into his left shoulder, and another pierced his left side. A large amount of blood stained his white shirt. Staring into the face of the man she was growing t
Karen That's for sure. Xavier was right. Then her eyes narrowed on Nathan. Although Xavier had stolen more than she could have imagined, Nathan was still her enemy, and although she did not remember anything that happened after her conversation with Nathan until she woke up in Xavier's arms, she was not stupid. Although her spiritual energy was gone, perhaps gone forever, somehow she could still sense the fragments of the sacred moonstone. There was a large piece that belonged to Nathan, nestled in his chest, in what should have been his heart, but there were two separate fragments inside of her. She could practically sense their dark presence deep in her chest, dark and riddled with corruption. Nathan had played this game many times before, not only controlling Karen in the past but also many other people he controlled using the damaged fragments. She didn't know what she had done while under Nathan's control, but from the scent of Xavier's blood, and Nathan's blood on her nails, it
Xavier ‘If I can't find and remove the fragment, then I will eliminate Nathan's control.’ With grim resolve emanating from his golden-colored eyes, he rushed to confront Karen, responding to her attack when she returned to attack him, or so it seemed at first. Instead, he somersaulted over her head at the last second, landing a few meters behind her, and before she could turn around and attack him again, Xavier snapped her wrist, using the rope that had been thrown from his hand with controlled accuracy. As Karen turned to face him, he moved around her, immobilizing her arms to her sides, and then pulling her arms back as he lunged at her. Catching her near his chest, he easily locked her against him, controlling her attempts to break free. With his arm still around her and the other arm wrapped around her waist, Xavier used his free hand and dug his fingers into the blood clot at the back of her head, forcing her head back at a painful angle, making it impossible for her to move h
Xavier A movement caught his attention at the mouth of the small cave and out of it came a woman wearing a familiar dress, a ruby red stain was also drawn on her face, her dark brown hair matted in places from the drying blood. There were no visible wounds on the woman he was so intimately familiar with. Perhaps seeing his perplexity, Nathan spoke up. "Don't worry, Alpha. The blood is not hers. Though, I'm afraid that you are already too late if you want to see Maya. We had a... Well, a little disagreement, if you know." His sarcasm did not go unnoticed by Xavier. Although he did not know why or how Maya was dead. So much blood had soaked Karen that he wondered if Karen had killed the she-wolf. He hadn't thought about that possibility, not when his eyes caught the physical changes in the woman he cherished so muc