Claude Alois Novels & Stories

He flashed Lauretha an apologetic smile after which he headed off to see who was ringing the alarm. As soon as he left, she exhaled out in relief, wiped her lips and pushed down her dress that had rumpled a bit. She was most grateful to whoever it was at the door. Lucas soon came back in with another man. Fabiano by name and equally tall. A decade before he turns a century old, second in command of the vampire clan, Lucas best friend and right hand man. “Hey Fab!” Lauretha waved. Fabiano grinned. “Fancy seeing you here, Lauretha. What are you up to these days?” they gave each other a bear hug and broke free again.

“For now, just let us get this done, yeah?” “I am curious about what THIS is.” The Lycan said as Leonardo opened the door for him. I kept my eyes on the man before taking a step toward him as I kept my arm around Daniella. I extended my hand to him, and he smiled, extending his to shake mine. “Alaric Klein, to what do we owe the honor?”

, the old man said, staring back at Manuel with the same cockiness. The man was Councillor Calhoun. He had been on the council since he was a young man at about twenty years of age. He had held his seat for years, watching many Alpha King's ascend and fall. His voice was the strongest in the entire council. Manuel shot an eyebrow up at him questioningly. I too watched with curiosity. It was strange that the council had asked for a meeting out of nowhere and I was eager to know what was going on. “Vincenzo is dead”, Calhoun announced.

“What are you doing here, Annalise? Who invited you? And I know for fact that Ethan’s circle wouldn’t. And Claudia would rather die than have to invite a gamma, regardless of who she is.” “Not everything that happens in this world revolves around you, Xavier,” I said sweetly, turning to face him. “Believe it or not, I do have other acquaintances besides you. Alpha Ethan and I go back quite a while. The idea of me not telling you is just a matter of a small game. It was to respect you, Alpha.” He gave a humorless laugh. “You expect me to believe that? That Ethan would actually want to be around you? Or that you would tolerate being in this lavish world?”

Meaning that it was not a normal werewolf. “These were found beside the eye. I had to hide them as well, and I know for a fact that this was not a wolf or a werewolf had done it. Hence the assumption that it was a Lycan.” Alvize frowned as he shook his head, staring at the picture before putting him down on the table. He looked at me and I shook my head in question. “I am choosing to be honest with you. And if I am choosing to work with you against my station and against what I swore in my oath and my position? Then I do expect you to be honest with me. Do you know who these claws might belong to?”

No one had even seen him rise from his seat, yet here he was, standing right beside Kael with a wide grin, his eyes locked on me, blond hair falling casually over his face as he stared. “A-Alpha Claude—” Kael stammered nervously, eyes wide as he looked at him. Claude didn’t spare him a glance. Instead, his grin widened as he wrapped his other hand around Kael’s shoulder, making him tremble even harder. “Hey, Beta,” he hummed smoothly. “Sorry to interrupt your little discussion, but I’m curious about something. What exactly is your relationship with our maid?”

The sight of the beast made Father’s legs go weak. His knees gave in, landing on the floor. The head of Father ducked as his body trembled. “Greetings, Alpha. What do my household hold this visit?” I could sense how much Father tried not to break off his speech. “Long time, my good old friend,” the beast fixed his hands in his pockets as he stepped closer to Father. His moving feet stopped right in front. His height towered over Father. “You reek of alcohol.”

Claude nervously stood up as he bowed his head before my mother. "I-I..." He cleared his throat and looked at Her nervously. "M-Moon Goddess Lunaria, I-I am Clau..." He cleared his throat again when his voice cracked causing me to chuckle softly. "I'm... Uh... Claudian Alexander IV. I am..." He gulped. "I am Rachelle's mate," he said as he chuckled nervously.

It feels like my exhaustion and languidness when I heard that something hot off the fire was newly found. *A conversation from the audio recording “Please, Claude. You are the most effective personnel I have, the foremost dominant one to be exact. I need you to fill in this task.” *Paused “Why’d you do that?” Kyle’s suspense dropped. “Who is Claude in the first place? You’ve never mentioned any of that name.” “I was also primarily engrossed in it. Who is Claude?” “It is Arnold’s fake name for his job at ‘The Enriquez’. May we continue listening to it?”

I asked, trying to ignore the affect Julius’ display of power had on me. “Trying to get rid of me so soon?” Adrian scoffed, his expression light once again as he stood to his full height. “Okay, okay, as much as it pains me Maia, I’ll go. I just have one last thing…” he took a step towards the door before pivoting so that he was facing Maeve. “I, Adrian Fowler, reject you, Maeve Lorenze, of the Blood Moon Pack.”