Kane Chronicles Walt Novels & Stories

The man chuckled lightly, "To my knowledge, Mr. Kane has never officially appointed someone to lead in his absence. It's odd that this is only being brought up now, especially since he's been missing for quite a while. Are you sure he designated this individual, or was it your choice, Aldor?" Aldor glanced at the man, his expression composed, "Mr. Kane is accustomed to being prepared for any situation. If he took the step to create a will, it's reasonable to assume he would also consider appointing a representative. He chose the current acting representative through a legally binding contract overseen by a trusted lawyer. In his absence, they are authorized to attend crucial company meetings

Kane has been notified that his restructure proposal has been formally withdrawn pending an independent security audit of the counterparty's data team. At 12:31 AM: The operative is cooperating. He's given us three names above Kane. One of them is Wolfe. At 12:44 AM: It's over. I lean against the wall. I close my eyes. The earpiece crackles once more. Hana's voice, quieter: Tell her. I go to Celeste's door. I do not knock. I try the handle. She has left it unlocked.

The Alpha shrugged like he hadn’t just almost snapped my mate’s neck and risked me putting him on the floor in a puddle of his drool. “I guess I didn’t get my timing right.” Kurt snapped his fingers. “That or being told Wade is Noya’s mate shocked and disgusted me so much I lost track of time. I thought I had at least fifteen minutes before you’d storm in here knowing Khalid was back.” He shrugged.

I was in so much pain because I kept trying to resist Khan. “Kilhan! Alpha Kilhan.” Jessica called, running towards me, but I raised my hand and stopped her. “Don’t you dare come closer.” At this point, I could hardly recognize my own voice. It was Khan talking. I tried so hard to suppress him so he wouldn’t hurt her, but I was emotionally hurt and had no power over him. “I, Kilhan, reject you, Celine, as my mate!”

From the private jet they stepped into a convoy-Evelyn in a tailored coat the colour of smoke, Adrian and Luca on either side, silent and armed with more history than weapons. The Hartman liaison in Switzerland met them with a bow and an apology. “Kane maintains an office overlooking the lake, registered under maritime logistics. Local police can’t touch him without federal authority.” Evelyn’s eyes narrowed. “Then I’ll be his authority.” They met Kane at sunset. His office was too clean, too grand: a panorama of glass over dark water, minimalist furniture reflecting the world backward. He greeted them with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Ms. Hartman,” he said, accent unplaceable. “Or s

“But first, I'm going to need to speak to the alpha. You know the rules, you don't just leave.” “Natalia…” “It would only be a minute.” I said, turning my attention to Nolan, whose arms were crossed over his chest. I walked towards him. He looked down at me, his body towering over mine. “I won't be long.” “You know that it is against protocol for the Luna to just go...” “I know, that is why I said I'm not going to be long.” I said, and he pressed his lips into a thin line.

Something that had been waiting for exactly this moment with something close to pleasure. Kane's lips curved. Slow. Unhurried. A wolf that had been patiently following a scent for three years and had just arrived at the end of it. "She stopped being yours," Kane said, his voice perfectly even, "the moment she signed those papers, Voss." He tilted his head just slightly. "And if you take one more step — if you take so much as one more breath in this direction — I will make sure the entire world knows exactly whose name she screams now."

Che walked in a second later with two steaming mugs that had an aroma of what Kane’s grandfather called cinnamon. “Thanks for taking my advice” she said and sat down beside him. “Advice?” Kane asked. “Your adverts! No more of that silly dance routine” “You are a dancer, eh?” “Yes” she said, smiling. “Well I play the yota” “Do you? My father used to play it too. Tricky stuff! You need to blow and strum all at the same time. I could never time it right” she said. “It does need a little practice. My old man made me play a harmonica and a guitar together to get the hang of it” Kane downed half the drink in one go, the heat searing through his throat.

The following morning, Kane was nowhere to be found at our scheduled security briefing. His second-in-command delivered the update instead, informing me that Kane had reassigned himself to border patrol duty—effectively removing himself from all Gala preparations. Two days passed in similar fashion. Any message I sent to Kane regarding event security was answered by one of his subordinates. In meetings, he sent representatives rather than attending himself. The message was clear: he was honoring my declaration that our arrangement did not extend to my "life choices."

“Besides, if I do this with Lada, I have given in to my old rags' wish.” “Vlad.” Kane leans on the couch beside me. "Surrendering doesn’t always mean you’ve lost. Sometimes, if the game requires you to fool the enemy, then play it right. That is what masters do.” He shoves his hands into his pockets. “As for the bond, you’re an Alpha. One who is capable of hiding emotions. You’ve got this.” Gesturing at the exit, he adds, “Zoran and I will be waiting outside.” Kane plays a significant role in my life. His words are powerful and pull me back from the edge.