Annie Leonhart Season 4 Novels & Stories

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

Leon hesitated for a moment—he wasn't a heavy drinker—but the cold night and the turmoil in his mind made him nod. They opened the cans at the same time, the faint hiss of gas followed by the first cold, bitter sip. The beer was refreshing, the malt leaving a warm sensation in their throats, and soon their bodies relaxed. Their conversation grew deeper, like a river flowing without obstruction. Nissa recounted the details of her breakup—how her boyfriend had cheated on her with a clubbing friend, leaving her feeling betrayed and alone. "I'm so tired, Leon. Every night I think, why do I always choose the wrong one? I want someone who really cares, not just temporary fun." Her voice was soft,

the caretaker replied, quick to grasp her concerns. As night fell, the discussions on the internet only intensified. The reveal of the final guest on "Exploring Farshya" had created quite a stir. This season was shaping up to be a hit even before its premiere, with scheduled playback numbers breaking records. "Leon is appearing this season. I'm so happy!" "Girls, not only is Leon here, but did you see the announcement? Even the apprentice of the famous cultural relic restorer will also be on the show." "I heard about that. She's supposed to be amazing at identifying cultural relics."

She was holding his arm tightly as if she was afraid he would disappear. Leon stepped forward until he was standing right in front of me. I could feel the bond between us pulling, like an invisible thread tying my heart to his. It hurt just to stand near him. He looked down at me and for a moment neither of us spoke. Then he said in a loud and clear voice so everyone could hear: “I, Leon Maxwell, future Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack, reject Anya Taylor as my fated mate. From this moment on, she means nothing to me and I claim no bond with her.”