Covet Tracy Wolff Novels & Stories

Wallace stood up and slid the coffee table back, away from the couch. He stood about two feet in front of Tracy and unzipped his pants, pulling his thick, black cock out and gripping it at its base near his pelvis. He lifted it gently and allowed it to bounce and sway before her face. He purposely moved it slowly to entice her. He figured she wouldn't be able to resist having his cock in her face. Tracy shifted her eyes to gaze at the beautiful cock before her. She loved looking at it, but her desire to be free of this pushy man, overrode her want for the big, black, monster.

“I- I won’t break the bond. I already decided. That’s why I gathered the she-wolves-” Troy grimaced and pulled the obsidian out of my shirt. “A sacred circle?” he asked with his eyebrows raised. “What is the vow?” “That they won’t discuss anything we talked about today. It was Missus Lowry’s idea.” “The vow should have been that they wouldn’t let you break our bond,” he growled in sheer anger as if I had already done it. “I won’t. I already-” “I think you will.” I kicked my sneakers off and left the closet. “You are angry at me for something that hasn’t happened yet,” I said. “How is that fair?”

The community was highly biased against same sex unions and Tracy knew that this was Florence's greatest fear. “If you don’t leave me alone, then I will announce to everyone that my female lover died just before she brought you my dowry,” Tracy said. Florence sneered loudly and then she walked back into the compound. Tracy got into her car and took several deep breaths to calm herself down. She was about to drive away when she noticed the shopping bags on the back seat of the car. She alighted from the car and began removing the bags. “Do you need any help?” a familiar voice asked. Tracy turned and was pleasantly surprised to turn and see Tokodi.

“I planted the recorder, I leaked files—what more do you want from me?” Victor laughed darkly. “You think it’s over? You owe me, remember? The fraud you committed three years ago—falsifying PR contracts? I kept you out of jail. You belong to me.” Tracy's face went pale. "You promised you wouldn't bring that up again." “And you promised loyalty,” he spat. “If you cross me now, I will destroy you and everyone around you.” The line went dead. Tracy slumped into the chair, trembling. For the first time, she realized Victor wasn’t her ally; he was her captor in disguise.

Chisel was on one knee on the carpet, a velvet box in his hands, smiling at Sylvia. Around them our packmates had formed a circle, voices rising with laughter and chants: “Say yes! Say yes!” “Kiss her, Chisel! Everyone knows Sylvia’s still in your heart!” Someone called out with mock concern, “Stop teasing—if Luna Leah sees this, she’ll be furious!” I froze at the threshold. Inside my head Ruby—my wolf—snarled and clawed, her rage echoing through my veins: How dare he betray us! But I couldn’t even answer her. I could only see Sylvia lowered her lashes, her voice soft as silk:

Heavy tears come rolling down my cheeks more from the pain than from the sound of raw anguish in his voice as he continues, "Tracy was weak, Destiny. She was weak after childbirth and you took advantage of that to kill her. Be brave enough to admit it!" Those words make something in my chest break. Tracy? Weak? Isn't she the same woman that asked for a party to be thrown the minute she gave birth because she was so strong? "Tracy is a trained warrior wolf, Tristan. I wouldn't be able to defeat her in combat, not even on her worst day." The words scrape out of my hoarse throat as my body trembles from pain but it's true. He knows it's true. Tristan's voice only cracks with more emotion as he

The answer could not be more evident now to the crowd. Tracy spent tens of millions of dollars to buy a forgery and even gifted it to Old Madam Atherton as a birthday present.

"Hi, Ms. Wolf. What time is my dress fitting for the Ball?" Tracy opened her car door. The valet waited while she put her high heels on, managing to look disinterested at the beautiful cherry red sports car Mr. Hayes had given her. She buckled the last strap and tucked the pair of flats she'd worn for driving under the seat. No way she would have driven her car up these windy mountain roads in heels – she might never have made it. She stood up and smoothed her off-white satin gown, then handed the keys to the valet.

TRACY'S POV: I stood at the edge of the rooftop, my gaze fixed on the glittering city lights that stretched endlessly before me. Folks City – the place I now call home. It is beautiful, powerful, and relentless. Just like me. Five years ago, I was a naive girl who believed in love, friendship, and loyalty. But life has a way of teaching cruel lessons, and I learned mine the hard way. I was Tracy Brooks, the girl who had a secret crush on her best friend's twin brother. I thought playing hard to get would make Dante notice me. And it worked. It worked too well.