Novel & Cerita Chris X Leon

I said with anger laced within my voice. I then signalled them to go before killing off some steam in the underground dungeon where I could torture some wolves we've caught. Walking around the dungeon, finding my next prey, I stumbled across a young girl around 20 years old, if I remember correctly, she was a beta's daughter, what was her name again. Oh yes, Lydia... ~time of the incident~ Leon's PoV It felt warm, as I opened my eyes, I saw Chris' appearance for the first time however before I could reach out to his face, he collapsed into my arms. Grace started running towards us asking what was happening however my head was muddled.

I just didn't care for it. I caught a glimpse of him before he opened his door and came inside. All I could see was his body. He was wearing a crisp gray shirt, buttoned low enough to catch a glimpse of his bronzed chest, and a pair of black pants that were simple enough. His hair was smoothed back again, giving him a look of refined polish. But with the overbearing shape of his muscled body and the cat-like slant of his eyes it was impossible to dismiss him as simply polished. No, Leon was too rugged for polished.

He said plainly. Miya watched him closely, and she couldn't tell if he was angry or not. She heaved a sigh and remained quiet. Levi opened the door, and in came Chris in a white shirt and black trousers, looking dangerously charming as usual. He was about the same built as Xenon, both tall and slim, and definitely qualified to be a world top model. Xenon sat up, watched Chris for a bit, and asked icily with a sneer, "Who are you, may I ask?"

Hence the small age difference. I'll leave the image of Justin to your imaginations but for Chris, I imagined him as Lucky Blue Smith. Go ahead and g****e him, if you don't know him. please leave a review of the book if you like it!

Chapter: 17 ****** The next morning, Christopher woke up with unwavering determination. He needed to get closer to Logan discreetly, without alerting anyone to his true intentions. He decided to leverage his connections in law enforcement, using his badge as an excuse to seek Logan's assistance on a case. This was the perfect opportunity for him to gather more information on the man he was about to confront. He knew it would work, but he had to be careful not to tip off Logan that something was going on. The situation required delicate handling. Logan was an intelligent man, with a good grasp of people, his powers, and his surroundings. If they were to ever meet, Chris did not want Logan to

It just couldn’t be, Lucian could not be the wolf, he just couldn’t be. Now thinking about it, she never asked how he knew all he knew about the barghest or the ‘actual’ Greek and Roman history. Most of all, about the supernatural, she had initially coined it to being a history professor. It was sort of his job to know all that, right?

Chuck explained. “So he has size issues? Aurelia, you may want to rethink this relationship,” Alex asked. Aurelia rolled her eyes. ‘Can we kill him?’ Jericho asked. ‘No, not yet.’ I answered, sipping my beer. “Alex, Logan may not be as tall as some guys but trust me, he’s not short where it counts,” Aurelia smirked.

“But she didn’t die.” Michael grimaces. “She did. I saw her body fall to my sacred sword.” I shake my head. “No, she didn’t, Michael. The Creator did what he said he’d do. But Lana─Apolliana is alive. I’ve met her and touched her. My son, Fallon’s mate, is her sister.” His eyes widen with shock. “But Le Créateur told me she died.” His lip curls with contempt. “I should have known it wasn’t that simple.”

He called gently and I looked at him as saliva gathered in my mouth while I tried to act natural. "Meet my brother, Viktor Sokolov." He introduced and it felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown onto me. 'This man was Viktor Sokolov?' I gasped as it now hit me why he looked so familiar. I had seen this man before on this news several times because he was a military soldier captain and it was nothing good. Mostly about him bombing other armies, sneaking an attack or planning a coup. A reporter had once said that the only difference between this man and a Black mamba was that this man could walk so what Don Luciano doing besides him?

I placed one hand on Leo and the other on Laman. “I will keep you safe,” I whispered. “No matter what.” I started hearing soft footsteps from outside. Someone was watching the quarters. Cassandra’s spy rogues were already moving. Their eyes were just everywhere and the wolf mind link was telling me everything. But something had changed inside me. The fear that once made me run was calm now. Nyx stirred under my skin, and the voice was strong and calm at the same time. I looked down at my twin pups and smiled in the dark.