Astrid Peth Novels & Stories

He talks about his clan’s castle, which is so far north that it hardly sees sunlight, about hunting in the forests during his childhood, and about breaking his leg as a boy—climbing down into Glen Ghealach to discover an old temple dedicated to the Elderwolf. Even though he was frustrated with me that first morning, he doesn’t press too hard about the collar. “You know, some would consider it an honor to wear,” he tells me one morning. "Like who? Isla?" I fold my arms. She practically melted over him when we first got to the castle. I bet she’d love to be his. A slow smile creeps onto Ethan’s face at that. "Yeah. Just like Isla." I frown and tell him to go away.

Draco snorted angrily. “Astrid. My name is Astrid. Astrid Lewis. Remember it well. I was hoping you wouldn't call me human because it sounds peculiar. Well, Lewis is the name of my favorite great sorceress. So I added Lewis to my nickname,” Astrid said with a happy giggle. “I have an important mission as my first priority, Astrid. I’m busy. I don't have time to play and messing around with you,” snorted Draco arrogantly.

ASTRID’s POV “Astrid, baby, your food is ready.” “Hey, Husband.” He grabbed my waist and we kissed passionately. “I need to eat, Ethan,” I said in between kisses, but he pulled me back and placed me on the table. “I need to eat you out first.” He stripped me naked and I opened my legs wide for him. He placed his tongue on my clit, I moaned softly, then he placed his lips on mine and pushed two of his fingers inside my pussy and I screamed.

I said in a low tone. Something about Rivera kept on nagging at my guts, and I was thankful we had gotten closer to the tents. “is that the Alpha King’s tent?” she asked, pointing towards Hades’ tent. I turned my head toward her, about to answer when the words clogged in my throat. I stood with my eyes wide in shock as Astrid walked out of the tent, her hair in a mess like hands had pulled them. Her lips swollen like It had just been kissed. My eyes trailed down to her neck, watering as I noticed the bite marks decorating it. Astrid pulled her hair up, the same way Hades made me do mine, proudly showing off his marks.

I ask, concerned. We've been in touch since we met at the hospital. Astrid has been updating me about little Sophie and her brother, and we've been talking a lot. She's a smart, kind, responsible, and fun girl. Moreover, she's an up-and-coming jewelry designer, even at just sixteen. “Princess, of course I can come. Even if I had any prior commitments, I'd cancel them for you. Send me the invitation, alright? Take care, and a kiss for you.”

Astrid sighed because of that, because that cycle might have had some delays with her family too, and she is here to make up for the debt. Please remove the petals on the bed. I will like to rest once I am done with my bath," Astrid said. Astrid went inside the bathroom and was shocked to see that the bathtub was also with petals floating in the water. Astrid laughed aloud; she couldn't hold it anymore. "Andrew loves petals this much," she decided not to say anything and just enjoy her bath. While Astrid was enjoying her bath, Claudia came inside, saying, "Sorry I am late."

My mind, however, was elsewhere. Astrid moved quietly around the table, pouring wine for the elders and respected pack members. Her long brown hair caught the torchlight with every step, falling like silk down her back. There was something about the way it moved that kept pulling my attention. The way a single strand would slip over her shoulder. The way it framed her small, delicate face. She looked so out of place here — fragile, beautiful, and completely unaware of how dangerous her presence had become to me. “Alpha Xavier,” Sari said suddenly.

I turn, ready to tear into whoever thought this was a good time to intrude— And I see her. Astrid. Of fucking course it’s Astrid. Strutting forward like she owns the damn place, with that smug, knowing look plastered across her face and lips painted a shade too desperate to be seductive. She’s wrapped in another skin-tight outfit—because God forbid she ever wear something that leaves room to breathe—but today, for once, she’s managed to restrain herself enough to cover her tits. Not that it helps.

she muttered, her expression was full of irritation. Krax narrowed his eyes, his tone icy. “Woman, you should know when to say thank you.” Astrid rolled her eyes, her head too heavy for further arguments. Why should I thank him? He almost let me fall. Instead, she said softly, “I’m sorry,” her voice was weak as all her strength has been exhausted as she turned and continued walking. Krax hummed in disdain. “What an uncultured person,” he muttered under his breath, his gaze following her unsteady steps.

She wore black breeches. “Yeah,” I nodded, continuing up the steps. “I’m Willa, by the way. I could always show you around the pack, and maybe even the entire South. So glad I was born in this part of Veridian.” Her feet tapped on the cobblestones as she fell into step beside me, a soft laugh escaping her throat. “I would gladly appreciate that. I’m Astrid.” I took her outstretched hand and shook it. We walked in comfortable silence until we reached the training field.