Colt Attack On Titan 소설 & 이야기

I backed away and began transforming too. Colt’s human form buckled into himself on the ground, naked, clutching his face where I had torn him open. His shoulders shook with heavy breaths before he looked up at me standing over him, having only the patience to put on boxers and nothing more. The mosquitoes didn’t bother me. The moonlight was cold on my back, but I didn’t care. I bent down and grabbed his arms, forcing him to his feet. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Blood poured from the gash across the corner of his mouth. His normally dull blue eyes were more like wild lightning tonight. “Looking for Billie,” he said hoarsely.

"But I guess you won't take orders from me, not when you're spreading your ugly legs for him." "How dare you!" I lunged out again but Elena's sudden outburst stopped me dead in my tracks "Our border is under attack. Gamma Adrian just got notified from the borders." The Westerners? Was Colton here to get his mate? "Tell Smith to mask the lowly runt's scent." My brain acted immediately. If Colton's here, then he's made the worst mistakes of his life.

My arms tighten around his neck as if his ginormous bulk wouldn’t pull me right under when these stairs give out. “Christ Rose, I need to breathe baby.” He rasps out as I almost crush the life out of him. Yeah, strangling him is not the best idea. “Let’s get it over with.” I squeeze my eyes shut and send up my first prayer in almost a decade. A loud thud makes me jump almost out of my sin. This is it. this is where I die. I look up and take a deep breath, waiting for the water to hit me, but instead I see Ranger and Jackson, mid air jumping from the island and landing on the boat right next to Braydon.

The voices started again, low and sharp: “Is she even ranked?” “She’s not Luna material.” “Colten must truly be bewitched.” My cheeks burned, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. I kept walking, even when the corset bit into my ribs. Even when the stares carved into my back like knives. And then… I saw him. Colten. Standing on the raised throne, framed by elders and councilmen, nobles and betas. He was dressed in tailored black, his figure rigid and cold. But his eyes—