Isaak Sirko Dexter の小説・ストーリー

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

“Isaac.” The demon’s expression didn’t change, but I saw the tension ripple through his body—the subtle tightening of his jaw, the way his muscles shifted beneath my legs. “Isaac?” he repeated, eyes locking on mine with unnerving intensity. “I assume you mean our Isaac. We don’t reuse names where I’m from.” I nodded slowly, studying every flicker of movement in his face. “Then I suppose you should know,” he said, his tone almost conversational, “Isaac is dead.”

Taylor, my accountancy professor then why am I afraid of him like he is a Titan? Yes, he is just a human being. Claiming my mind, I turn to go inside. I look up at the room and find two teachers there. One of them is Mr. Taylor and he is typing something on his mobile screen. The other one is Mr. Orlando, as I steal a glance at him. He is also using his mobile. Oh yeah, they have nothing to do right now. I push myself to ask for permission when Mr. Taylor raises his head and nods in my direction, saying, "Come in, Ms. Dawson."

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.

I followed him, unsure of why we were here. “Hi, welcome to Starbucks. How may I help you?” The cashier said this with a bright smile. Who's that happy at seven in the morning? “Five” was all Six said. The cashier nodded before her, and Six grabbed my arm and took me to the kitchen. “I don’t think we're supposed to be back here.” He ignored me as we walked past the kitchen and into what looked like an office. There was no one there, and apparently, that was the point. He signaled for me to sit down, which I did before the door opened. It revealed a guy who’s slightly shorter than Six but isn’t any less intimidating, especially with his equally taut muscles. He looks Spanish with his rich, bl

he inquired with real honesty. Dexter smiled. He took off his jacket, slowly. As if in a trance, Adrian copied his movements. His lips were moving too, and I glanced away, facing the exit, or the entrance, depending on the direction in which one was going. “Take off your jacket and hand it to Wick,” Dexter was saying. “Wick?” Adrian replied, his voice seeming far away. “Yeah. Him.” “Oh, sorry.” “No problem, Sir. I didn’t introduce myself earlier. I go by Wick. I manage the floor.”

“Don’t play that game with me, Alyssa, because it’s all you’ve been doing since you stepped into my class.” “What the fuck do you mean?” I asked, trying not to lose control when I could practically smell his minty breath… Is it bad that I wanted to lick his mouth clean of that mint? “Let’s start with the first asshole. Dexter. Why is he after you? You must have done something, I know you did.”

Isabelle raised her brow listening to Sasha request. "Why should I work there?Sasha am a neurosurgeon at least that's what I went to college for,do you expect me to sacrifice my dream to work in a business company, how's this even related to me at all?"Isabelle said totally confused and irritated. "Am....I lied to you issy.... I'm not the Sasha you know,am....I am Sasha mack,Xander elder sister"Sasha said telling her the truth,tears fell from her face as she watched Isabelle face crumple.

“You can carry on your way. I’m not a damsel in distress.” The hint of a smirk grew. “Never assumed you were.” He held out his hand. “I’m Isaac. Isaac Ambrose.” I paused before accepting it, returning his firm shake. He did not give any indication he registered the electricity sparking between us, but he held my hand in his a little too long. He turned it over, examining the callouses, before letting me go. “Maise.” “Maise?” “Just Maise.” He cocked an eyebrow, but didn’t press further. There was no way I’d reveal my last name. “I looked for you last night. Did you not shift to get away?”