Novel & Cerita Kane Chronicles Walt

He looked unbearably pleased with himself. "See?" I groaned. Sienna laughed. Selena stared at him in open admiration. Exactly the opposite of what I wanted. "Kane." The wolf immediately looked guilty. "Shift back." Caesar huffed dramatically but obeyed. A few seconds later Kane stood there again, looking entirely too smug for someone who had just ignored instructions. "Again." His smile vanished. "Again?" "Slowly." The groan this time was even louder, but he listened. He closed his eyes and deliberately slowed himself down.

I dropped the flash on the table, took a sip of the Scotch, dropped the glass on the table and then started walking towards the door. "I didn't dismiss you." He said firmly. His voice was rigid and deep. He was in no mood for jokes tonight. I smiled and then I slowly turned on my heels to face him. "Well, silence is dismissal. " I said folding my hands in front of my chest as I struck a daring pose. He said something to himself and then he dropped the laptop on a table. He got up and poured himself a drink. "Do you have any idea how terrible things could've gone tonight Ms. Kane?" He asked as he slowly paced the room with his drink.

“If he pushes too hard—” “I know,” I said. “You end it.” That was our language now. Short. Sharp. Loaded. Kane was already seated when we entered, tea steaming gently in front of him like this was a wellness retreat instead of a battlefield. He looked up and smiled. “Selene,” he said. “You’re punctual. Your father never was.” Cassius didn’t sit. He didn’t speak. He became a presence. Kane acknowledged him with a glance and dismissed him just as quickly.

Kane is one of my most trusted warriors and since the day I made him my warrior, he hasn’t disappoint me. He deserved to be promoted because he never disappoints me. “Very well," i said, setting down my glass. "Send him in." As soon as Kane entered the throne room, I straightened up in my seat. The warrior's face was set in a determined expression and I knew that whatever news he had, it was not going to be good. "My Alpha," Kane said, coming to a stop in front of the throne. "I have news from the front lines. i have gotten every details about the Luna who killed the Ex Alpha.” He said.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

I’ve never been one for layers of foundation or blinding highlighter. It always made me feel like I was on a stage I didn’t audition for. I didn’t need to be a spectacle...I just needed to be seen enough. Y'know, precision over parade. Anna, Kane’s assistant, led the way through the long corridor, her voice flat and factual as she rattled off the rest of the day’s schedule. I wasn’t really listening—something about walking exactly seven seconds behind Kane, nodding at specific board members, avoiding eye contact with a certain cousin who apparently bites with his eyes.

I wrapped the blue ribbon around my wrist. I looked for someone in the crowd and saw Mr. Kane comfortably sits under the tree with Luke. Is he not going to join the game? Yeah, right. He's not the type of person who likes socializing with ordinary people. I bet he's frowning behind those expensive sunglasses. “He's obviously unapproachable.” I was about to divert my attention but a blond-haired woman sat beside him. “Or not.” The vice president of Kane Group, Ms. Kelly Mertz. She looks good as always, compared to a heiress like me. It doesn't suit me at all.

Her tight black pencil skirt had ridden high on her thick thighs, and her white blouse was half-untucked, one button already popped open from earlier chaos. Kane stepped closer. Forty-four, tall and broad, silver streaks in his dark hair, always in perfect suits. Mr. Vale followed, forty-two, muscular with a shaved jaw and eyes that could pin you in place. “You’ve had three weeks to get this organized,” Kane said, voice low and strict. “And it still looks like a hurricane hit it.” “I’m sorry, Sir,” she whispered, cheeks burning. “I’ll fix it right now.” Vale’s hand suddenly pressed on her lower back, keeping her bent over the desk. “Too late for sorry, little mess. Power’s out. We’re not goi

Kane Winters, Shadowmere's Alpha, wasn’t who I figured he’d be. We were driving to his territory on winding mountain roads in the back of his SUV, and I was rethinking everything I thought I knew about rival pack leaders. Nathaniel was all about sharp edges and barely controlled power, but Kane had this quiet, dangerous vibe.