Chasing Red Isabelle Ronin 소설 & 이야기

and I winked at her and grinned again. Isabella broke the silence. “I want to thank you for your intervention today,” she said. “I’m not sure I would have caught the sucker if you boys and your beasts hadn’t been here.” She stood up and retrieved some papers from an old wooden sideboard. “I pulled these last night,” and handed Chase some pages. He looked them over and then looked at Isabella. “Jensen told you about the curse?” I shook my head and Isabella answered. “No sweetie, my seers did.” she pulled another sheet of paper that was hand drawn in what looked like crayon. It looked like a cliff edge that was shaped like a crescent moon. On one side was a cage and inside was a wolf and a gir

“Tell me the message then. Perhaps I can decode it.” “But—” “But what?” Rozelyn inhaled to remind herself that this is real. “Aren’t you in league with her?” “If I am, I should have been spilling your throat in my room’s carpet already while you were facing your back on me.” Well, he has a point anyway. Rozelyn took a deep breath before uttering Isla’s words. “She sees the world through the color brown. Her hair is adorned with a luscious red crown. She smiles like a wolf and cries like a sheep. She is the Blood Mistress even if everyone sleeps.”

There was no washer or dryer at a Rogue house, but the cold water and some dish soap would work the blood out all the same. “Where are you going?” he asked. “West.” “And what’s your plan?” She remained silent. “You could just tell me the truth, you know.” He pegged her with a scrutinizing stare. “You’re not a Grey Wolf.” Isabella stiffened. “I’m the Grey Wolf high commander, Isabella. You thought I wouldn’t recognize a Rogue house when I saw one?” he asked.

She did not look back as she crossed the short distance to the car, did not slow her steps, did not allow herself to wonder if he was still watching even though she already knew the answer. Delaney leaned across the passenger seat to open the door. “You took your time,” she said lightly. “I got caught at the elevator,” Isabella replied, sliding in and pulling the door shut with more force than necessary. Delaney glanced in the rearview mirror as she pulled away from the curb, then said, “Is he still standing there.” Isabella kept her eyes forward. “Who.” “The red haired guy,” Delaney replied, eyebrows lifting slightly, “because he is absolutely still standing there watching this car like he

As I urged my horse forward with a kick of my boots, preparing to lead my men through the gates, I looked over and a flash of vibrant red caught my eye. I froze, my horse suddenly bucking, my heart skipping a beat as I squinted my eyes toward the gates. There, standing just by the huge wrought iron gates, was Princess Isabelle. She was cloaked in a rich crimson cloak with fur trimmings, her blonde hair catching the sunlight like spun gold. Her face was shining with a radiant smile as she raised her hand and waved at me. “Good luck, General Kael” she called out, her voice clear and vibrant. “Return victorious!”

Zara’s POV The wheels of the carriage where I sat rocked slightly as it moved forward, the clatter of potholes against the dirt road filling the silence. I sat stiffly, my hands resting on my lap, my fingers twisting together anxiously. Every breath felt heavier than usual, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me as Alpha Cade's words replayed in my head. 'A meal for the feral wolves'

Gasps echoed around us as the dark liquid spread across the expensive fabric. "Oh dear," Isabelle said with mock concern. "How clumsy of me. But perhaps it's fitting—red has always been the color of home-wreckers and mistresses, hasn't it?" I felt Alex's control snap beside me, his growl rumbling through the now-silent ballroom. "You've gone too far, Isabelle." "It's alright, Alex," I said calmly, placing a restraining hand on his chest. "I can handle this."

“He is in a black sedan, heading west on the interstate. He is not speeding. He is driving like a man who thinks he is not being followed.” The mood in the car was tense and quiet. I drove for the first few hours, my focus absolute, my eyes scanning the dark road ahead. Isabella sat in the passenger seat, a tablet on her lap, watching the red dot of the tracker move steadily across a map. Her face was lit by the soft glow of the screen, and I could see the conflict in her eyes. She was hunting a man she had once loved. During a long, quiet stretch of highway, with only the dark fields of the American Midwest on either side of us, I finally spoke.

I close my eyes, lost in the pleasure, shit, she may not be my mate, but it feels pretty heavenly. My mind starts to wander back to that tiny little redhead. Grayson buried the lead there, he could have tipped me off when I asked about the new pack members She was hot as hell, probably wanted her for himself. Isla was small but only in the matter of height. She had these inviting curves all over her body.

Chapter One. Aurora's POV* I hurriedly applied the finishing touches to my almost-perfected makeup and took a long stare at my reflection in the mirror. The person that stared right back at me was all shades of beauty and perfection, unlike the person on the other side of the mirror. I took out my phone and was about to dial a number when I heard a loud horn just outside my window. I quickly took my purse from my bedside table and walked majestically down the stairs, and over to the door, opened it slowly, and stood transfixed on the spot.