After Leo Season Novels & Stories

Rowan said seriously That’s the plan and what we plan to stick to. “How’s Leon?” Rowan suddenly asked seriously I get what he was asking, he is worried because of the rouge king and his followers , they are known to put up a fight even they know they don’t stand a chance. That only means another blood shed, another blood shed means Leon’s moving closer to dying.

Leo “Uncle,” I slightly bow, stepping into his study as I shut the door behind me. He lets out a gruffly laugh, “Leo, you are here just in time,” He is overly enthusiastic and glowing with happiness. Which is not a good sign for me. “What are you standing there for? Take a seat, I’m about to brew myself some good tea, join me,” He picks up the electric kettle, pouring hot water in our cups, “After the blood tetrad moon we are experiencing an early snowfall. Don’t you think Lauderhill is beckoning for a change?” He passes me the cup of tea but I don’t take it.

Her voice came to an abrupt stop. Through the gaps in the foliage, I saw Leo press Lisa against the cold pillar, his kiss fierce and claiming, driven by raw desperation. She pushed back at first, but quickly melted into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. I quietly recorded the scene with my phone before turning to leave. The next afternoon, Leo found me at the training facility. His eyes were bloodshot, a trace of alcohol on him, but his gaze was sharp and mercilessly clear. "Raina, let's call it off."

So when I saw a first-year Gamma hanging around the hall in nothing but gym shorts, I stopped dead. He was cute with big doe eyes, fine abs, and a nice ass. Perfect. I stepped closer to me. “Hey, aren't you the Gamma's kid from Moonlit pack?” “Yes, I'm Leo.” His face instantly brightened with a smile and he nodded eagerly. “I thought you were really awesome during the last match. I wish I can learn more from you and make my dad proud too like my other siblings.” He was already infatuated with me. That just made things easier.

Leo woke up, rubbing his large eyes with the back of his small knuckles, his furry ears twitching as he recognized the voices. "Rhea?" the young boy mumbled, his voice thick with sleep as he scrambled out from beneath the heavy quilts. He didn't hesitate; he lunged forward, throwing his arms around Rhea’s neck, his tail wagging frantically against the silk sheets. "You're awake! You're alive!" "I'm alive, Leo," Rhea laughed softly, her arms wrapping around both siblings as she held them close to her heart, the warmth of their small family filling the massive, luxurious room with a genuine happiness that no amount of gold or marble could ever buy. "I'm completely fine."

I saw Silas, standing tall in a suit of silver-and-crimson armor, his face whole and unscarred. I reached the courtyard and skidded to a halt. Leo was there. He was the young man of twenty-one I had seen in the paradox, his hair a wild mane of crimson and dark brown. He was sparring with Kael, his movements a blur of grace and strength. But when he saw me, he stopped. His emerald eyes locked onto mine, and for a second, the world went silent. "Mother?" Leo asked. I looked at his chest. The golden and blue runes—the marks of the King-Born—were gone. He looked like a normal, powerful Alpha heir.

Leo asked softly, stepping into Julian’s field of vision. Leo moved with absolute, predatory stillness. He had already discarded his dark t-shirt, exposing a broad, muscular chest painted in the low yellow light. He stepped directly in front of Julian, closing the tiny gap until their chests almost touched. Leo reached out, his long, warm fingers cupping the back of Julian’s head, untangling his fingers from Marc’s arms and forcing Julian to look directly into his dark eyes.

"I don't know." "You met the King. He didn't tell you?" "He told me to let go." I looked at the lock. "That's all." "Let go of what?" "Everything." Leo was quiet. Then he put his hand on my shoulder. "Then I'll start." He closed his eyes. The lock pulsed brighter. Leo's body began to glow. Soft gold light, like mine but softer. Kinder. He opened his eyes and smiled. "I see it," he said. "The Fold. It's beautiful."

Leo says, his thick black eyebrows furrowing as he glanced at me. Alex giggles as he grips the knife on the cake and Leo stabs a stare ate, a silent signal for me to join him behind Alex. My heart lurches and I rushed to his side, but he doesn't hold me, just a huge had that he rests on Alex's tiny shoulder. I gulp down the emptiness I feel and smile down at Alex. “On three, Alex,” his deep voice rumbles, “Three, two-” Suddenly, Leo's phone rings and the cheerful air ceases as if life itself has been sucked out of the room.

His dark hair is pulled back in that signature undercut, the sides shaved close while the top is long enough to be gathered into a thick braid that falls all the way down to the back of his thighs. He's shirtless like Jax, wearing only a pair of dark pants. His eyes find mine across the distance, pale and intense, and I feel pinned by the weight of his gaze. "I'm not afraid," I say automatically, even though we both know it's a lie. Leo doesn't respond. He just walks into the ring with that predatory grace that makes it clear he's never been prey in his entire life, and when he reaches us he stops close enough that I have to tilt my head back to maintain eye contact.