Captain America Private Lorraine Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Thane could be seen in his limousine, getting driven back home. Lorraine was the driver since he came alone; no bodyguards whatsoever. As Lorraine drove, she occasionally stole glimpses at her Alpha. He seemed engrossed in thoughts again. Her hands tighten on the steering wheel as her mind drifted back to Kory. Her beauty is utterly irritating to Lorraine! Why would she get blessed with such blemish free skin and a flawless face to match? It wasn't fair; it isn't fair she gets bestowed with the beauty of 10 models. It's not fair to Lorraine why the Alpha paid little attention to her.

Caterina gasped in awe, staring at the fleet of cars before her "Definitely the Ferrari" she said walking into the garage. She picked the keys from the rack and soon they were off to the school Lorraine rolled up the tinted glass to avoid being spotted by any of their colleagues. Although she knew that she could easily sell the idea that the car belonged to Caterina, she still didn't want to be seen affiliating with anything luxury. Soon after they were at the school, "I'll call you when I'm done," Lorraine said shifting in her seat to face Caterina

"Well...our boss is super rich and she could buy anything or anyone..." The captain heard every single word spoken by some of the crews that he cautioned them to stop and go back to their quarters which they finally did eventually. Inside the cabin, Lorraine kept on looking at the lawyer who lost his memory, who went back to sleep with his back behind the heiress. He did not believe the heiress for he could not feel anything towards her. He has been racking his brain but could not find any answer. His only hope according to himself is to find anything that he owns, an identification card, a picture, or whatever it may be just to convince him that his name is Joshua and that he really is enga

Then, he knelt again. "Princess Aurora," he said softly. "It has been our honor... to wait for your return." Lorrie stepped back. "I'm not your princess. My name is Lorrie. I was raised by Grace and Carlos Elmundo. I am Lorenzo Dimitri's wife." The commander smiled. "And no crown can change that." The Chairman clapped slowly. "Touching. Very touching." He looked at Lorenzo. "You've been hiding an army." Lorenzo's expression never changed. "No. They've been hiding themselves."

Make me another version of his perfect son. “I don’t want to go to Hawthorne,” I said, enunciating each word slowly and deliberately. “I’ve built something real at Westfield. The team relies on me. I’m their captain.” Carlos laughed too, but his was laced with anger and disbelief. “You have to go. Unless I cut your tuition support completely.” I met his gaze without flinching. “I have a trust fund.” Carlos leaned forward, a smug smile creeping onto his face. “A trust fund that is controlled by your mother—who supports my decision about Hawthorne. Right, dear?”

“Last night just felt different. He stepped up right in front of Carter on her front lawn.” Allie let out a breath. “Clara, Justin is the team captain. Coach Miller called all the players into the locker room on Monday and swore he would bench anyone involved in any public drama this season.” I blinked, my hands stopping in my lap. “What?” “Justin saw Carter making a huge, loud scene with Britney at her house,” Allie said, tapping her cup with her nail. “He stopped it before someone recorded a video and put it online. Britney's house was full of students—Justin moved Carter out of there to save the team from trouble, not to save you.”

After some preparations, Alpha Matthew, Dad, and Mark met with Lorraine’s dad, General Charles of the Night Wanderers Pack who had confronted Lorraine’s Rogue group in the following day, we arranged a highly official meeting at the grand mansion, adding an air of formality and importance to the gathering. They sat in a spacious room, facing each other across a large wooden table. Alpha Matthew could see the desperation in Lorraine’s dad’s eyes, and it was evident that he was willing to do anything to protect his daughter. “Alpha Matthew, I’m sure you understand my situation,” Lorraine’s dad began, his voice low and strained. “I cannot stand by and watch my daughter throw her life away. She’s

Eventually, she found herself parked outside a discreet café tucked into a quiet corner of the Lower East Side, — an address that had appeared in an encrypted message delivered to her private inbox hours earlier. Inside, a woman waited. Mid-forties. Immaculately dressed. Cold eyes. “You’re Juliette Rowe,” the woman said — not a question, but a verdict. Juliette didn’t sit. “Who are you?” “Lorraine Voss,” the woman replied. “I used to work for Vincent Graves. I helped restructure the Thorne empire after your father-in-law's death.” “And you’re reaching out now because…?” “Because this war is getting messy. And we both know who loses the most if it spirals.”

He confessed. "What. Happened?" I took the words one after the other as I was seconds away from punching life out of him. He lowered his head, in a bid to avoid my gaze so I crouched down and gripped his chin, tilting it toward my direction. "I'm waiting for your response." If he was this hesitant, then it only meant that I wouldn't like what I was about to hear. "Lorraine was forced to sign some documents in exchange for her supposed freedom, and also to save Victoria and Stella, but after she signed and handed the documents over to Leonardo, he gave her a gun to shoot Victoria."

Lorraine came from an impoverished mountain village but managed to get into a prestigious university in Dragfort. However, while she was still studying, her parents both fell seriously ill. To support her family, Lorraine started working as an escort in a club, and it was during that time that she'd met Mark. Mark then kept her as his mistress. Mark was furious and humiliated. Luckily, he reacted quickly. If he had been slower and Janet discovered the secrets on his phone, his marriage would have been over.