Alpha Cane And Iris Novel Novels & Stories

Guards patrolled the gates day and night, their torches burning with fire that had been blessed by the priestess from the monastery. When they saw us—four wolves, three of them alphas, one wearing a crown of thorns—they hesitated. But Cassian spoke to them in a low, calm voice, and they opened the gates. Iris was in a small cottage at the edge of the town, surrounded by books and maps and dried herbs hanging from the rafters. The windows were shuttered, the only light coming from a single candle on the table. Her dark hair was longer than I remembered, tangled and unwashed. There were new lines on her face, carved by grief and fear and sleepless nights. But her eyes were the same—sharp, know

Without knowing what was going on, Isabella came to him and dragged her by the hair, sat her down, and took out a red dye she bought on her way home to change the color of the girl's hair. "Why are you doing this," Iris asked as she struggled to stand back up but Isabella pulled her back down. "Don't you dare move." Isabella said. Iris innocently sat still and obeyed as usual, she had endured all her life. The problem this time was that Isabella planned to have her killed, knowing that she is the true mate of the alpha already she was scared of the outcome if she becomes the Luna, Iris will probably take revenge on her. She dyed Iris's hair red, knowing that red her is an abomination in the

" Then, where the fuck was it? She flipped into the pages, the uninteresting pages, forcing herself to remember she wasn't reading it to be entertained. "There she stood in the middle of the lake, staring in the direction of his pack, ready to inflict floods and diseases when he saw her." Maybe this was what she wanted to read; she stared intently at the page. "...and that was the beginning of her ruin, for she lay with the rebellious, disobeying the goddess without remorse." Iris smiled head over heels, then, so if she were to meet Onemaus, it would be love at first sight on the silver lake. Fantasy Fantasy

"And what Aunt Anya told me yesterday." "Smart wolf and smarter Luna," Iris approved. "But I can see something they cannot—the threads of fate that surround you." She held up the silver mirror, and its surface began to swirl with colors that had no earthly names. "And those threads tell a very different story than what this Alpha is trying to write." The mirror's surface cleared, and for just a moment, I thought I saw the shadow of a figure I didn't recognize—tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes that seemed to hold starlight.

He doesn’t agree with Kael, and so Kael gives him cold shoulders while he busies himself with preparations for the Cup, law school, and a mysterious lady who smells absurdly good. As soon as they got to the reserved group discussion room, he was once again slapped in the face by her scent. He had to close his eyes and breathe in the heavenly scent, before keeping himself in check in case he looked weird in front of her. Kael found her sitting in the middle of the U-shaped table, typing on her keyboard before her eyes went to them—him. “Oh!” she quietly gasps and stands. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I am Divina Anastasia, but you can just call me Anna.”

His eyes became luminous, and I knew I was in trouble. “I, Alpha Ava of the Crescent moon pack, reject you Daniel…” Daniel stood up so abruptly that I forgot what I was about to say. It was clear that his mind was processing the information I had just given him. He knew now that I was the Alpha of his enemy. He looked at me for a moment, and before I could finish my sentence he stormed out.

He brought out the notebook he hid under his skirt and kept it on the desk. He opened the first page and and began to read. At the second paragraph Calvin felt his breath hitched, his eyes darkened and he closed the book immediately. Iris had vividly written one of her dark fantasy on the first page and it all involves him. And ways that are beyond brotherly love. "Fuck, I shouldn't have read it" he muttered and shoved the book into one of his drawer. He took deep breaths to steady his heart and then opened his laptop and started to work.

she said when she finished. "The good kind of cry or the bad kind?" "The real kind." --- Iris read it next. She was sixteen now, tall and thoughtful, applying to universities, dreaming of becoming a writer herself. She read the manuscript in a single night, staying up until dawn, the way Celeste used to stay up when something mattered. "Vovó Daphne," she said the next morning, "this is beautiful." "It's true." "That's the same thing." --- Hana asked about the parts he couldn't read.

Alaric Her scent lingers on my hand where our fingers intertwined in the library last night. Honeysuckle and rain, with that underlying hint of something ancient that calls to my beast in ways I can't explain. I should be focusing on territory reports, but all I can think about is how she leaned into me slightly, trusting despite everything. "Is that my brother with a dopey smile on his face?." Iris lounges in my office doorway, grinning. "You’re thinking about her, aren’t you."

“That’s not true. You didn't get to meet all the Feywins, and I'm sure that there had to be someone worse than me. There's nothing to do here except using the entire day to await that key moment when you'd finally get to spread your legs for some man.” Iris picked up a giant book with worn-out pages before approaching me. “First, the Alpha Prince isn't just some man…, he isn't even a man. He is the Alpha Prince. Second, you're forgetting I'm the Pack Historian. I might not have met all the Feywins, but I can assure you that I have studied them all. And third, you're right… boredom might be driving you to insanity. I can fix that.” She stretched the giant book towards me, and if I wasn't alre