Imogen X Laudna Novels & Stories

Just a few more yards and we'd be outside, able to shift and run if necessary. The doors ahead of us slammed open with enough force to dent the wall behind them. A man stood in the doorway, tall and imposing, with silver streaking his dark hair. His eyes, a piercing blue that seemed to glow in the dim light of the gym, fixed on me with an intensity that made my wolf cower. "Imogen Lancaster," he said, his voice matching the one that had invaded my mind. "Or should I say, Princess Imogen of the Lancaster Pack? My, how you've grown."

It took all I had not to grind my teeth. “I’m sorry I’m late,” she said, her voice light, teasing almost. “But it’s worth it, right?” Icho stepped forward, his face twisted in confusion. “Who are you?” he asked, his tone harsh. Xena smirked and glanced at me. “I’m the greatest Lycan Alpha’s wife. I am Xena.” I inhaled deeply, a slow amused smile spread across my lips. I couldn't help but wonder what she was up to, but I loved it.

Imogen continued to scoff repeatedly as she couldn’t believe the nonsense that came out of the most beautiful maiden in the mansion, a beta’s maiden precisely. Seriously? I have just used a couple of weeks here and now the worst part of it has already begun. Wasn’t she supposed to find out before spewing out her nonsense? To be honest no one would catch a glimpse of Oliver and not want to have him all to herself but he is a pain in the ass. Only that could scare me away. Imogen thought to herself. Her scalp was hurting, Camiona’s grip was so hard and threatening. She fixed her hair and stood to her feet to dust her clothes. She left the room afterwards heading back to her own room.

Imogen kept claiming she was from Moon Silver Pack, but Yana had already seen the tattoo on her arm. “So what’s that tattoo on your arm?” she couldn’t help but ask. Imogen froze. Her gaze flicked toward the tattoo, and a small smile formed on her lips. “Well... it’s something personal,” she replied. Yana heaved a sigh. She didn’t want to dwell too much on the matter. After all, they saved her—she owed them that much. There was no way a girl like Imogen could actually be someone evil. Besides, they already had saved her...

“And they’re good at it. This is emotional manipulation through code. They’re building an image of you you never gave them.” She stood, pulled the gown up over her frame, and zipped the back slowly. The fabric fell against her body like a memory. “No matter how well they fake me,” she said, voice steel, “they’ll never survive me.” “Want me to bring in Miguel?” Marco asked. “He has a right to know—” “No,” Ximena said firmly. “Not yet. Let him see what I see first.” ⸻ **Two hours later – Grand Lumière Ballroom**

I tried not to sound as stupid as I looked a moment ago. He smiled. “Neither but I dare say I have heard a lot about you.” I blinked, my lashes fluttering up in curiosity. It's true. He called me Luna a while ago. “Hi, I'm Xander. The pack Gamma. Everyone calls me X.” “Xander,” I muttered, searching my head for any kind of familiarity. “I heard the Alpha's voice. Was he being prickly again?” he asked, his tone light. First time I was hearing anyone refer Damon as prickly.

I said, stretching forth my hand for a shake, flashing her a smile. "Take her hand, would you?" the King's voice roared when she left my hand hanging longer than necessary. She did so reluctantly, masking her unease with a smile. "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I was lost in a world of my own. I am Xena, the Luna of Bright Claw Pack," she introduced, turning to face me. "That's nice, Xena. And a lovely title to your name—it fits you," I let out a little laugh. She gave me a sinister smile before taking her seat with Norman by her side.

Gary was sitting quietly, eating his dinner, and smiling the whole time courteously. Stanley strode over to Xyla and sat beside her. Henry’s video was a little loud, so Xyla couldn’t resist looking at him after hearing a bit. “Are you watching Team IM’s competition?” At this, Henry instantly looked up. “Yeah. Do you know about Team IM?” Xyla smiled. “Yeah. The only team I like is IM. I like the team’s entire style. They’re passionate and hot-blooded. In their competitions, they’re either at war or on the way to war.”

“That’s a good theory, Skylar. Can You call Oscar though, I don’t know if Xander’s wolf is going to give him enough control to do that.” “Oscar, we need you. We found your female mate and Xander is losing his mind here. Please try to calm him or a lot of us are going to get hurt. His wolf is on a warpath.” “I’m on my way Midge, I thought I felt something in my chest open up. Who is she?” “Mina, your Luna is Mina.” “Really?! What happened?” I told him about the itching and the warrior brand bothering her for a while. It didn’t take him long to get here and the moment he touched Xander, the tension surrounding the room evaporated like fog.

And my heart. We had survived betrayal. Death. War. And yet, here we were, whole. “Still spying on them from up here, Luna?” Xander’s voice broke my thoughts. I turned and smiled as he walked toward me, hair still damp from his morning run. There were little grey streaks at his temples now ones he refused to dye and I refused to stop running my fingers through. “Observing,” I corrected playfully, leaning into his chest as he wrapped his arms around me from behind.