Clementine Season 4 Novels & Stories

He stood with the quiet authority of a man who had seen generations rise and fall. "Then proceed, Mr. Ryder. But if Kian is truly back... truly the man he once was... this won’t be as clean as you think." Harlin said nothing. Mr. Clementine walked to the window, staring into the misty garden beyond. "Send me everything. And rest assured, I’ll keep Lena in the dark. For now." Harlin turned to leave. The fire crackled. And behind it, a storm slowly brewed. --- Mr. Clementine stepped out into the open air, his cane tapping against the pavement with each step. He had barely reached the end of Harlin's drive when a sleek black car rolled to a stop at the corner.

A gesture meant to distract me as his hand on my shoulder moved to the back of my neck, where I knew he could do the most damage. Clement had snapped someone’s vertebrae with his bare hand. He was the only one within the family who knew how to do that in his human form. I gulped slowly while taking a calming breath before answering. “That’s right, Clement. I have no reason to be nervous. Just came down from the gym, that’s all.” He nodded, never taking his eyes off me. He leaned in closer so that Dennis couldn’t listen. “My daughter is a beautiful woman and all I ask is that you keep it in your pants, Keegan. She means something to me. You’re no good for her.”

“Sure. I’ll bring them over in a few.” I retreated to the booth and watched her for a few moments. She seemed to be brimming with confidence as she took clean glasses and began filling them. The girls were busy chatting with each other when I sat down. “What’s up?” Ryan mind-linked me. I snapped my eyes to his. “Really, for a guy who claims he’s interested in Clem, you haven’t notice her behind the bar?” His eyes snapped over to the bar, and he grinned at me. Clementine made her way across the room, balancing the beer on a tray expertly. Her t-shirt was ill-fitted, the fact emphasized by how she had tied the bottle-green apron.

They are celebrating his child? Clementine leaned into him with a grace that seemed to mock me, unchanged after all these years. Clementine had been Max’s ex, gone for four years with her mate. Yet six months ago, she returned, and just like that she was welcomed back as if she’d never left. Perfect as ever, the Pack’s darling, the Luna everyone dreamed of. And now, their dream had come true. “You’re too kind, Doctor Morgana” Clementine said demurely. “The baby isn’t even born yet, and you’re already praising me?”

Clementine held her hand, then smiled warmly at her. “I’m already used to it, so please don’t mind me and do your job or else you would be punished,” Clementine said. “Okay, but please be back before the madam comes back,” she said. Clementine nodded, then waved her goodbye. Clementine walked in the snowy weather of the north and walked through the alleyway a few metres away from the centre fountain. She looked around before knocking 3 times at the door. It opened, then revealed a big man with a strong aura and physical body.

The relief on her face suggested she was just as happy to see us go as we were to leave. I followed Matteo towards the door, eager to escape this house and its twisted family dynamics. But as I passed Clementine, who stood off to the side, her hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. "A word," she whispered, pulling me aside slightly. Matteo was already outside, talking to the driver. I had maybe thirty seconds before he noticed I wasn't beside him. "What?" I kept my voice low. "I'm glad you're with Matteo." Clementine's smile was strange, almost pitying. "With you around, he'll never know what hit him."

Shaina kept a gentle hand on her daughter’s back, her own emotions still raw. Liliana was lifting a spoonful of soup to her mouth when her gaze suddenly froze. Across the restaurant, sitting with his family at another table, was a boy about two years older than her. Clementine Winterchase. Her heart seemed to stop. She knew that face. The gentle curve of his jaw, the kind eyes, the quiet strength even at this young age. In her past life, he had been her fated mate, the man she had loved with every piece of her broken soul.