Jerome And Jeremiah Valeska Novels & Stories

She wanted her wolf's sweet voice to take her someplace else, as she would have done in the past. Theia crawls on her knees to Valerie, fighting the urge to hold her, "Valerie, don't leave me, please!" Theia wails, she couldn't hold back the desire to comfort her, but Jaxson holds her back. If he - a Qusayr - felt the burn of a single touch, he doesn't want to imagine what Theia may feel. Valerie doesn't respond, her mind once again falling unconscious. Jaxson stares at Valerie as he speaks to Grayson, "hold her," Jaxson murmurs, gently pushing Theia towards Grayson, and he takes her, confused.

Her father had been captured when Valeska was only ten, and had become a victim of the infamous Caravan of Death. Shamira's heart broke a little as she listened to her new colleague's tale. Being born into that kind of oppression and losing your father that way . . . Shamira had it easy by comparison. Valeska seemed comfortable talking about these things, probably because she'd accepted them a long time ago. She had been a cold and calculating revolutionary, killing who she could in the new Chile's upper echelons and hoping for a shot at Pinochet himself. But even after being forced out of power and being arrested, she'd never been able to get to him. But once one started down the road she h

I challenged, hoping to gauge his true intentions. Jerome met my gaze head-on, a steely glint in his eyes. "Forgive me, Alpha Kael," he said, his voice laced with a dangerous calmness, "I can tolerate your aggression towards me, but I will not stand by and watch you disrespect Axella. She is my lifeline, and nobody, not even a powerful Alpha, gets to cross that line."

Jerome slid to the floor, his back against the cold wall, trembling as the truth finally collapsed entirely over him: Vanessa hadn’t drifted away from him. She had drifted back to someone else. To Akihiko. To his mother’s fiancé. To the man who would soon call himself Jerome’s stepfather. The betrayal wasn’t just sharp, it was catastrophic. A soft whimper escaped him without warning. They didn’t hear it. They were lost in each other, in something he had never been part of. Jerome buried his face in his hands, And for the first time in years, he sobbed.

Andrew turned around with a smile and said, "But aren't you and Mr. Avila old acquaintances? And from the way it looked, the two of you seemed pretty close." Jerome shook his head and replied, "We are old acquaintances. Back when I was the leader of the Southern Martial Union, Milo went out of his way to curry favor with me. But to say we have a good relationship? That would be stretching the truth." Jerome continued, "Most importantly, he's just an incompetent guy who can't be trusted with anything serious. And you're not here at the Advanced Medical Institute just to watch the chaos, are you?"

He looked comfortable with the contact, even if he looked annoyed by the words. They look like they belong together, a voice hissed in the back of my mind. It was Vesper. Her anger was a cold, sharp thing that bit at my insides. I felt a sudden, irrational surge of jealousy that made my hands shake. Jeremiah finally stepped out of Duke’s reach, putting distance between them. His expression was a wall of stone. “We are going back to New York tonight,” Jeremiah said, his voice flat and final. “And that is the end of it.”

Jeremy said, still fixated on what he was doing. “Then tell me, where’s that somewhere?” Jeremy closed the files that he was reading. He leaned his back on his chair and released a deep sigh. “I was in Valez earlier.” “Valez? The townhouse residence near our condo?” Jeremy only nodded. “What did you in Valez?” “I took someone there.” Jeremy’s short and safe answers were already driving Chris crazy. Chris knew that Jeremy could not lie, so the only choice he had was to answer him vaguely.

“We’ve been planning this for months, but something feels off. I don’t know if it’s the tension with some of the alphas or the rumors I’ve been hearing, but I can’t shake the feeling that we’re missing something.” Jeric set down his papers and leaned against a nearby tree, his arms crossed. “You’ve always been the cautious one. That’s why I wanted you at my side for this. Valeria’s going to need someone who’s as wary as you are. But trust me—this is going to work. She’s ready.” I looked at him, searching for any flicker of doubt in his eyes. There was none. Jeric was as steady as ever, his confidence in Valeria unshaken.

Jeremiah just gurgled happily, grabbing at her hair with strong fist. The next morning, Valerie stood in front of her bedroom mirror, preparing for her business meeting. She'd chosen a sharp colored outfit today, something that'll keep the partners eyes glued on her. She needed to look like the powerful businesswoman she was, not the mother who'd spent the night pacing the nursery, wondering if she was about to come face-to-face with the man who'd disappeared from her life. "Miss Calder," Mary appeared in the doorway, holding Jeremiah, who was dressed in an adorable navy blue romper. "Are you sure you want to bring him to the office today?"

JAYDEN Before I slipped out to inspect the matter, I made sure I left Jerome in Vanessa's capable hands. Despite not having my wolf with me, I still held the responsibility of being the Alpha of my pack and ensuring their safety. Jerome's situation left me with no peace of mind. The silver poison had accumulated excessively in his body, but he must recover. We had endured immense hardship together, and it would be a tragedy to end like this. My legs trembled at the thought of losing Jerome. He truly deserves the utmost care. Even when I neglected the pack due to my issues, he always stepped up as a leader without complaint, despite facing his challenges. Jerome, with his unwavering determina