Novel & Cerita Bucky Yelena

The wind howled like a beast over the Baltic rooftops. Elena—no, ’Revenant’ - moved like a shadow through it, cloaked in a stealth suit that warped with the light. Her breath ghosted in the sub-zero air as she crouched on the lip of a shattered window, eyes locked on the bunker beneath the frozen concrete courtyard below. Inside, one of Luca Moretti’s inner circles – Commander Rhys Vale – was holding a black-site briefing on the Eidolon system’s next activation phase. Rhys was brutal, brilliant, and paranoid. He’d killed his brother for whispering the wrong name in his sleep.

The beats from the music made her remember Damon. She danced harder, screaming again, “Come on! Louder!” She turned too quickly and crashed face-first into a stranger's warm, solid chest. “Shit—sorry!” she gasped, using her hands to balance herself after she hit the stranger. Her waist got caught by strong hands that belonged to a man with big hands and familiar hands. Elena slowly raised her gaze to him. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest. It was him. Damon Voss stood there in the VIP section, looking down at her with dark, burning eyes. His black shirt had the top buttons open, showing smooth, tanned skin and a hint of hard muscle.

"This is Vance. I need the 'Fixer's kit. The heavy one. And a private jet to Valletta. No flight plan. No witnesses." Elena looked at her bandaged hand. The violet shimmer was still there, pulsing under her skin like a second heartbeat. She realized then that she wasn't just the "Antivirus." She was the "Mutation." And in the City of Glass, the only thing more dangerous than a billionaire with a secret was a woman who had forgotten how to be afraid. "Rule Twenty-Nine," Elena added, her voice finally returning to its natural, human tone. Alexander looked at her, his hand on the door handle as the SUV pulled into the hidden garage of the safe house. "Yes?"

Jessica said, now speaking in the fluent style of women her age. Elena's eyes widened. She remembered the incident when Hazel saved her. The girl was incredibly skilled with firearms and had excellent self-defense abilities. Not to mention how she rode a large motorcycle, cornering with her long arms and legs. No one would expect such a beautiful, doll-like girl to be a skilled fighter, capable of defeating Julian's big henchmen. She even knocked Julian himself unconscious. "She's a mysterious person, miss! Beautiful, rarely smiles, and inspires both awe and respect, but she's a kind person!"

"No. That's not—you can't—" ​"Her name is Maya." Elena's voice shook, but she forced the words out anyway. "She's four years old. And she's dying." ​Xander's eyes flashed pure gold. The air around him grew heavy, like a storm about to break. His Alpha presence slammed outward—a wave of power so thick Elena's knees almost buckled. The warriors behind him immediately dropped their heads, necks bared in automatic submission. ​Elena locked her knees and held her ground. Barely.

Rebecca said. The woman beside her was Yelena Suffield, the secretary of the Draconia Group's CEO. Apart from Rebecca, she was the one in charge. "Out of the question." Yelena kept her voice tight. "You don't fully understand what your position means yet. There are too many eyes on you. If anything happens, none of us can answer for it." Most people had no idea who Oscar really was. Yelena knew fragments, and even those had been hard to believe. She could not understand why someone like him would be in a small city like Silverton.

"You're disrupting traditional power structures. Helping smaller packs modernize, stay independent. The old guard doesn't appreciate that." Elena moved to the window, studying the city below. "Let them look. They'll find what everyone finds…nothing before three years ago. Elena Cross emerged fully formed, like Athena from Zeus's head." "That's what worries me. No one's that clean. It raises more questions than answers." "Sometimes, Lily, the best defence is to be so obviously hiding something that people assume they already know what it is. They'll create their own theories…witness protection, corporate espionage, tragic past. None will approach the truth."

The dawn over the Thames was a bruised purple, illuminating the wreckage of Leo’s former life. Standing in the mud and the rusted shadows of the vault, Leo watched as the woman he knew only from Meilin’s tear-stained childhood stories—Elena Vance—approached them. Elena didn't walk; she commanded the space around her. She was the CEO of Vance Global, the silent titan that made the Thorne Foundation look like a neighborhood start-up.

He did all of this to protect me! Yelena glared at him, her nose flared and it was clear that his words were getting to her. “After years of working for you like the idiot that I was, I've been able to look into your mind and know what you would be capable of doing. I knew you would come here.” Yelena’s hands ran to her mouth to stifle her gasps. She was more concerned about the fact that everything going on was happening live. She was trying to morph back into her fake humanitarian persona that she has gotten good at perfecting, but for what? It's over!

Immediately, the chain that holds me captive opens, and I leap out of Jackson's grasp. - Is this how you're going to kill me, coward? - screams Jeckson to my Alpha. - Now you want to fight? - The Alpha asks. - No, I'm going to fight you. - I said loudly, and everyone looked at me. - You? - Jackson says, laughing. - A beta, full of wolfsbane, is going to fight me? Do you want to die that badly, or is that just an excuse for me to touch you? Do you want me to fuck you, right?