Athanasia And Claude Novels & Stories

We couldn’t allow it. “Nathan, are you sure about this?” Katerina asked, helping me with my suit. I was heading to work and later, I wanted her and Jade to come to the club for us to have a nice little ‘gathering’ with Domenico, Elijah, Sophia, and Alexander. Natasha was also going to be there, and knowing her effect on Domenico, we still wanted to try and take advantage of it while we could.

Atlas warned, his pale eyes beginning to glow as he smirked at Dustin. The water began to churn even harder, when thick tendrils lifted from its surface and wrapped around Dustin's torso and legs. I knew that Atlas was pushing some serious power right now, gearing up to toss Dustin right out of the fountain. Dustin's eyes found mine, and I groaned inwardly. "Come on, Rae." Dustin pleaded, giving me a wide grin that quickly turned mischievous. "Alliance?" "Don't you dare, kitten." Atlas's eyes were on me, the whisper of a promise deep in their depths.

Claude called after him and Bastille gave him the finger to which Claude laughed off “Get home safe” “As if you care. You aren’t even seeing me off to the door.” “When you grow boobs and wear a dress I’ll escort you anywhere you want” “I hate you” Bastille said and shut the door Sighing, Claude looked around the house and agreed with his friend that it was nice. He finished his beer then went to bed with a smile on his face. He would never have to see Isabella Campbell’s too innocent to be true face again.

The two women were friendly, but they hadn't made it to the 'let's share our sex lives over several bottles of wine' stage yet. "Fuck," Claudia grumbled, hands going to hips. "I blame Catan. That damn game gets more stuff busted in this place than a breakup fight." Anya snickered as her friend bore down on the culprits. Claudia Cantore looked like a Greek Aphrodite statue with her tall, goddess-like frame and long blond hair. But when she was pissed off, no one was safe. Claudia could make a sailor's ears bleed with her explosive temper.

Wyatt collapsed onto the ground. Cassian quickly untied the ropes around Jasmine's wrists and ankles before gently fixing her hair. Guilt filled his voice as he said, "This is all my fault, Mom. You got dragged into this because of me." "I'm fine," Jasmine said as Cassian helped her up. Just then, they heard hurried footsteps outside. Two seconds later, Claude appeared. He was all dressed in black and had a grim expression. Four burly men followed close behind. Upon seeing that Cassian and Jasmine were alright, Claude exhaled in relief and scanned the place. He was shocked to see over a dozen men lying unconscious on the ground.

… I reached Lady Claudia’s grand residence accompanied by Rita, while Jules kept close at my side… When the double doors opened, the din of low conversation met me first, then silence. They were all already there. Their faces all turned towards me. My eyes met Cassandra and Cassian first; she was pressed so closely beside him, her waist draped possessively under Cassian’s strong arm… Shana was on their side too, though her eyes kept flicking toward them, jealousy dripping from her stare. Cassian’s cold eyes bore into me, expressionless. I quickly shifted my gaze to Lady Claudia, whose death stare almost strangled me.

Athena's POV I wake up with a splitting headache, but the soft embrace of my Egyptian cotton duvet covers makes it bearable. Turning to my side, I spot Cassian lying on top of the covers, deeply engrossed in his sketchbook. He’s drawing something, his brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, I’m acutely aware of myself—my makeup, the clothes I passed out in last night. I peek under the covers and realize I’m no longer in last night’s clothes; instead, I’m wearing a comfortable shirt from my closet. I’m still in my underwear, which means Cassian must have helped me change without taking advantage of me while I was out cold.

"Alright, drive safe," Anathea said. "Bye, Thea!" Chloe waved at Anathea. Anathea's voice softened immediately. "Bye, Chloe." Gregory's gaze shifted back to Anathea. As he observed her calm profile and the gentle smile on her face, a smile crept onto his own. When Hannah and Chloe finally disappeared from view, Anathea turned to Gregory. She hesitated for a moment. "About that money—" Gregory cut her off, saying, "It's late. Let's go home."

“Are you dumb or something? Didn’t you hear him?” She turned her head slightly, lips tightening. “You’re going to kill me anyway. What’s the point?” Claude, silent until now, moved with sudden fury. His boot connected with Otis’s side, sending him flying into a bookshelf. Wood splintered. Books toppled. Otis let out a winded groan as he hit the floor. “You killed fifty-two men,” Claude growled. “And you kept a girl alive for questioning? Traded females are stubborn. You should’ve known that.”

So I decide on telling a partial truth. They met at a peace conference and stayed in touch. That the contact is a secret because neither wanted to have to explain to their King that they have befriended an Alpha from the other kingdom. They’d either be used or suspected of treason. I don’t need to disclose that Claude prefers men over women and that he and my Dad experimented together. When we fall on my bed Madeline starts talking, “Did you know Claude doesn’t have a mate? He’s attracted to men? I’ve never heard of that. Especially not for an Alpha.”