Chase X Skye Novels & Stories

They quickly scattered like birds fleeing danger. Satisfied that his objective had been met, Chase unleashed his aura, forcing Otis back. In the blink of an eye, Chase shot into the sky like a streak of light, disappearing into the horizon. Otis hesitated for a moment but ultimately refrained from stopping him. Later that same day, word spread throughout Capital City about the events that had transpired at both Red Phoenix and White Tiger. The news reached even Herb Hall, where Skylar caught wind of it. That evening, Skylar made his way to South Monarch Manor to question Chase, suspecting him to be behind the chaos.

Blake replied almost immediately. Audrey frowned and sat down beside Blake. "And about your crush, Ixora, have you kissed her yet?" Skye grinned. "Bro, come on," Blake smiled in return. "Look at that, you're even blushing," Skye poked his shoulder. "Don't you have a shoot you should prepare for?" Blake asked. Skye was a model and had been his best friend for ages. "The shoot is in three days, I'll be more than ready by then," he shrugged his shoulders.

Inside is a neatly folded black scarf. Cassie raises an eyebrow. “A scarf? Maybe you’ve got a secret admirer with bad taste.” But when I pick up the scarf, something falls out. a polaroid photo. Cassie bends down and picks it up. Her face changes instantly. “Oh!, hell no.” It’s me. On the hospital bed. Same pale skin, same oxygen tubes. The same day as the video from the flash drive. Cassie flips the photo over and reads aloud the words written at the bottom. “‘You looked so peaceful.’”

She looks up at me and grins, “Hunting, meet me in the library in an hour.” I sit back down, picking at the food on my plate; I am not hungry; as beautiful as it is out here, there's no use staying on the balcony any longer. I stand and leave my bedroom; on the way to the library, I cross paths with Xavier; he frowns, looks behind me, and asks, “Where’s Skyla.” I raised my eyebrows, surprised that Skyla hadn't told him where she was going, and said, “She said she was going hunting, and I was to meet her in the library.”

“Skye—please.” But I had already made up my mind. “I, Skye Crescent Moon, daughter of the Lycan King,” I said, my voice shaking but firm, “hereby reject you, Damian Wolfe, Alpha of the Silverclaw Pack, as my mate.” “No—” he whispered, stepping forward until his fingers wrapped around the bars again. “Skye, don’t—please. Don’t do this.” My heart cracked as I watched the pain spread across his face like a storm breaking over open water.

But maybe it wouldn't be as easy as I imagined it would be to come here with a date I was attempting to disguise. Fortunately, after I was inside, they moved me to a location where I would be less obvious to others. I sat down and waited, running my fingers down the tablecloth's edge while I pondered the justification Skye had given her father for coming to see me. While the front door opened, I looked up as the background noise of talking and clinking plates resonated through my thoughts. Skye was standing there, looking extremely lovely in a short, sparkly red dress, shoes, and hair that fell about her shoulders. I raised my hand and rose up, approaching her at her seat to give her a cheek

From his chest down to his legs I unconsciously let my self get swooned and carried away by the godly sight before me . Him on the other hand was barking out orders to his wolves and getting them prepared for what ever the SQA had install for them . Oh shit ‘’ the SQA’’ This wasn’t the time to be getting carried away by a tall figure with perfectly built muscles and abs but before i could avert my eyes Xavier eyes landed on me while I was staring directly at his huge c**k .

The sound echoed and the force sent her crashing to the ground. I rushed to her side, helping her sit up. Her hair was a mess, and her cheek was red from the slap. “Are you okay?” I whispered. She nodded, eyes still locked on Gregory, full of rage and hate. Then I glanced at Rafael again. This time, something caught my eye. A jagged scar ran down the side of his face. And just under his sleeve, I noticed the edge of a scorpion tattoo. Suddenly, a painful memory of the night someone broke into my apartment hit me. It flashed through my mind like lightning, quick and sharp, and just as fast, it was gone. My chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as realization sank in.

He certainly just landed in a place that was far from what he was used to. He pushed away that thought. He reminded himself of the reason why he left his daughter alone in his town. “Yeah, please. I’m looking for Architect Wrylee?” “Which one? I’m Kayden Braxton.” He held his hand out. Bryce shook Kayden Braxton’s hand firmly. “Bryce—” “Ah, the infamous Bryce Chase.” He smiled knowingly. “Nice to meet you, man. Please come in.” Infamous? This man knew him?

She kept her eyes on the floor, fingers twisting in the fabric of her gown, silence her only shield as Winter waited, the weight of his stare pressing like frost on her skin. When she offered no answer, he turned slowly from the cot, laying the sleeping child down with careful precision. His storm-gray eyes fixed on her as he approached, steps deliberate, until he stood so close her ragged breaths brushed his chest. He looked down at her, annoyance tightening his scarred features, disgust flickering beneath as the memory of last night resurfaced—her body arching, her surrender, her pleasure but her climax shattered by another man’s name: Skye. “Who is Skye?” he asked, voice low and edged wit