Novel & Cerita Cobra Kai Anthony Larusso

"Positive! Lance Kyle Russo is no more. I made sure he stopped breathing" "Good" I laughed wickedly. "Now that that's done, Kendall Lorraine Russo will be mine!"

I didn't wait for us to settle; I kicked the door shut and slammed the bolt home. I scrambled up, accidentally kneeing the guy in the ribs as I lunged for the lock. "Luke? What the hell?" a voice shrieked. I froze. I knew that voice. And I knew the name the guy on the floor had just been called. Cass. I was staring at the man who was Brandon Cole’s greatest nightmare. Lucas "Luke" Navarro met the eyes of his rival: Cass Castillo. In the werewolf hierarchy, this guy was a god. He was the Ice-Claw’s lead defenseman, a wolf whose interceptions were legendary. He was built like a tank, his shoulders stretching the seams of a worn hockey jersey.

In the dead of the night, Standing on the shipping yard in Russia, near the edge of the railing, closer to the ocean, Kai looked intimidating and scary. He carries his intimidating vibes like a cloak around him, scaring everyone. "Pakhan, my boy made a mistake. Please forgive him" a man in a suit wearing several gold chains around his neck and rings around his fingers was seen begging Kai on his knees. Kai was facing away from the man, who is named as Vasili among the underworld. He is one of the arms suppliers of Kai Deluca.

He asked hesitantly. "Your Alpha is a pain in the ass. He overreacted for no reason!" I groaned. Oscar held back a laugh. "That sounds like Aaron." A voice chuckled. Oscar turned around, shock written across his face. He sighed when he saw Don standing behind him. "He is in a pissy mood." Don chuckled. "That he is!" Another voice popped up. I looked at him. "Christian, right?" I asked. He nodded his head and bowed. "Nice to meet you again, Luna." He gave me a boyish smile.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

“Right here, sweetheart.” Two more figures emerged from the dim light. Marcus Blackwood, the middle brother, moved like a panther—lean, tattooed arms visible under a fitted gray sweater, his green eyes sharp and teasing. And then there was Kai, the youngest, with tousled dark waves and a dangerous grin that promised sin. He wore nothing but low-slung sweatpants, his sculpted chest on full display, a faint trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband. They circled me slowly, predators assessing their prize. Marcus leaned against the back of the couch, his fingers lightly tracing the nape of my neck. “Nervous, Elena? You signed the papers. No backing out now.”

We had to look like royalty. Keep your head, Jessica, keep your head, whispered Kai in his low, vibrating demand close to my ear. He looked devastating. In order to act the role of a High-Alpha lord, he had put on a coat of charcoal-grey with fur trim, his chest partially bare to exhibit the jagged, lethal marks of his status. He resembled a king of the underworld and I was his prize. I think everybody is gawking at me, I said to myself, and my hand shook in a way that I slipped it into the crevice between his huge arm.

I responded, voice hoarse and bitter. “Relax,” he said, voice low and steady. “I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to get you out.” I didn’t relax. My arms were still tied behind the chair, my wrists raw and burning. My face felt swollen, one eye almost shut, and my leg was screaming from the earlier beating. “Who the fuck are you?” I asked, wincing as I tried to shift. “Someone who owes Lorenzo a favor,” he replied, pulling a knife from his boot. He moved carefully, slicing through the ropes around my wrists first. “Name’s Kai. That’s all you need to know right now.”

he asked. I nodded. He gave a low sound, almost amused. “Brave. Or stupid. Or both.” We continued talking, and I tried my best to distract myself from the slow, rhythmic brush of his fingers on my skin. Every touch sent sparks through me. “We haven’t even introduced ourselves properly,” I said, trying to smile. “I’m Kai. Kai Ashwood, an omega from the Lunar Reavers pack.” “I don’t give a fuck about your name,” he replied flatly. “We part ways as soon as you can stand on your own feet.”