Anthony Lockwood X Reader の小説・ストーリー

Now wasn’t the time for that, and anyway, I was only interested in the woman physically, not emotionally. “Then you want to see her safe.” I continue. “Are you willing to risk your life to help her?” “I am,” he confirms, seeming to have a bit more energy. “Do you know how to pop locks?” “Of course.” Sliding forward, Anthony digs in his pocket until he finds what he is looking for, and when he pulls it out, I see that it is lockpicking pins. I could only assume that Allister didn’t think it was necessary to frisk him before throwing him in here. Way too cocky, but it was now benefiting me.

"This is perfect. Thank you, Anthony." Anthony exhaled slowly, feeling his anxiousness fade away as his shoulders relaxed. Little did Rosie know, Anthony had spent most of his winter break reading over half a dozen books until he found the perfect one to gift to her. Anthony cleared his throat as he stood up. "I should head out. I need to pick up some groceries since Aatalo and Ryder fail to do so." Rosie smiled, nodding. She stood up and walked him to the door. Anthony turned to face her just before he was about to leave. A tenderhearted smile laid easily on his face as he peered at Rosie.

I swear I will never, ever let Anna enter into a relationship with the man whose parents murdered hers. Anthony violently closed the book immediately, the heavy thud muffled only by the dim room. His heart started beating at a terrifyingly fast pace, his eyes widening in pure horror. What the hell did I just read? A low, sleepy groan from the bed shattered the silence. Panic seized him, causing him to hurriedly shove the book back into the bag. Anna shifted under the blankets, blinking open her heavy eyes. "Anthony...?" she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion. "Why are you standing all the way over there?"

Sophia’s POV The weight of the book in my hands felt heavier than it should. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I read the words over and over again, trying my best to not believe what I was seeing. It is said that the last heir of the Lockwood bloodline would rise again, unmarked, hidden in plain sight… until the moon calls her home. I traced my fingers over my last name **LOCKWOOD** This book wasn’t just a record of old, forgotten wolves. It was about me.

She threaded her fingers through his hair and rocked against his hand. anthony raked his teeth against her neck then took a deep breath. So many options. So many rewards. But if he took things too fast, would Lily shy away? “More,” she protested when he paused. His wolf goaded him on. She’ll like it. I swear she will. And fool that he was, anthony listened. He pulled her shirt a little higher and backed away from the counter without letting his mouth leave her body. He dipped lower and lower, gripping her thighs, praying she wouldn’t stop him.

I replied in a low tone. “I know that, but my wolf doesn't know that when I am around you,” he paused and pulled the doorknob. “And I wouldn't know that when I fuck you,” He walked out, slamming the door and leaving utterly speechless. Who the hell is Ryker, the Lycan King?

I followed the pull of the energy helplessly, standing right in front of the shelf. I placed one hand on its edges. With a strength that I didn’t know existed, I pulled. The heavy shelf groaned and creaked, the sound echoing through the quiet room. It flew outward, revealing a narrow, wooden-arched door hiding behind it. The door was made of dark wood. It had a wolf-shaped lock made of obsidian at the center. I reached out involuntarily, my fingers brushing the cold surface of the obsidian. The moment my skin touched the lock, my knees buckled and I fell. The world went silent.

“I train warriors now while watching younger wolves live the life I lost.” My fingers curled slowly beside me. Anthony limped closer. “They all pity me.” His voice turned darker. “My own wolf pities me.” The room became unbearably quiet. Then suddenly, he stretched his hand, sharp claws sliding from his fingers. My eyes widened instantly as he lifted his hand and pressed the claws against his own throat. “You are my only hope, Luna.” “Anthony!” I gasped, raising my hand to stop him. But it was already late. A thin line of blood appeared on his neck, his breathing became uneven.

My pulse flamed up with pain and rage. All these while, it has been Sane's plans all along. "Do you even use your senses? What makes you think I'll mate a weak omega like you?" Ryan's voice came, crashing the remaining self esteem I had left, while the rest of the crowd laughed uncontrollably. "I reject you, Amelia Lockwood." He groaned. I watched my whole world crumble before me. My chest tightened hard and the red burning in my wrist sent me excruciating pain. I have the burning wrist. It was a curse as a result of my half human nature.

“Right this instance.” Anthony scoffed and rolled his eyes. “We meet again spitfire.” He uttered and stepped forward, glaring intimidating into Alexandra’s eyes. “But it seems to me that you haven’t changed one bit, still going around poking your nose in other people’s business.” Alexandra remained quiet as she firmly stood her ground, her gaze fixed equally as firm on Anthony’s eyes. When the male noticed his acts were doing nothing on her, he swiftly pushed Quinn behind him, breaking his wrist out of her hold in the process as her stepped in closer.