An: I’m starting this years Frightfest by finishing the 3 incomplete stories from last year. This is one of them.
Her captor slouched down to enter the room. He was in his beastly form. He seemed bigger, wider than last night; his form eclipsed the hallway behind him. His ice blue eyes moved about the room, then settled on the broken stools.
“Are you done?” he asked with an air of annoyance.
Feeling a little lightheaded, Fiona pushed through it, keeping her expression tight as they locked eyes.
Breaking eye contact first, he picked up one of the stools and examined the damage. He did so as if she weren't in the room, leaving her to feel invisible. He gathers everything in one swoop, carrying the parts in his big furry arms. Like gathering wood, he piled the broken parts in the corner, then went to get the others.
Fiona took a step forward. She wanted to yell at him, to hit him, to try to escape somehow. There was so much she wanted to do, she ended up frozen in place, and holding her injured hand.
In the silence, the growling of her stomach felt like roars. He finally glanced at her over his shoulder, then closed the space between them. He grabbed her hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. Fiona told herself to pull away, but there was something warm and - inviting about his touch.
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Summary: The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black has crushed a werewolf uprising that threatened their Empire. One lone wolf is left standing. Sirius, the deviant Black heir, is captivated by the handsome werewolf and takes him as his slave, heedless of the consequences. What begins as pure passion has the power to destroy not only Sirius’ heart, but an entire empire.
**Based on a prompt from @asktheboywholived at: http://asktheboywholived.tumblr.com/post/160361366017/wolfstar-au-synopsis-the-empiremore
Thank you so much for your patience on this chapter as life and my muse took drastic turns, but I’m back on track now and will have the next chapter out soon.
Special thanks to my fabulous beta @birdieming for taking my words and making them infinitely better!
Summary: “What? Derek? What the fuck is she talking about? Mates isn’t a thing. And if it was yours wouldn’t be me. Tell her!” Stiles is looking at him with desperation, eyes flicking from him to Cora and back over and over.
Author's Note: Thanks to foreverblue_Navy for the beta, and telling me to post it. You're the best, Beth.
That he was dreaming about his mate wasn't so surprising, though it was rare for it to happen to a new alpha like himself. His pack was small, hardly stable considering they'd just claimed the territory and Derek still had a lot to prove.
If he was lucky, the challengers would be few and far between. If he wasn't, then the next few years would be one confrontation after another, teeth and claws rending flesh in order to put down any opponents with delusions of grandeur.
Everything that is holding you back by herlovewasajoke
