Kane Chronicles Walt の小説・ストーリー

If Kane had managed to heal his hurt feelings, he couldn't possibly have ended up like this. But after more than twenty minutes I opened all the folders on Kane's laptop, I couldn't find anything. There are no other photos of Vella. There's only one photo of Vella stored on Kane's laptop and that's the photo I'm currently staring at with my two eyes. The expression Kane showed in the photo was the kind of expression I had never seen in my time as Kane's wife. It's an expression of happiness. There's no mistaking it, Kane really loves Vella. Even because of Kane's great love for Vella, it became very difficult for Kane to let Vella go to become another man's lover.

' The absurdity of it made him laugh. It was nearly dawn, but Kane planned to leave his room only at midnight when he was sure King would be asleep. Unfortunately, that plan was about to be ruined. A creaking sound broke the silence. “Kane.” King had opened the door, standing there like he had every right to. Kane immediately glared at him, his expression clearly saying, 'Get out.' “You need to eat,” King said casually. “We’ll watch a movie later.” Kane turned to him, surprised. 'A movie, So he had a CD or a flash drive?' Kane let out a small breath of relief. Finally, something to keep him from dying of boredom.

His eyes were cobalt, bright as knives taken from ice. Kane. Marcus. Whatever name he wears in his own head now, it slid off my tongue and turned to ash. Velia stopped a step; I felt it more than saw it. The wolf pushed against my skin, wanting to tear and feel the pop of tendons and know the world was simple again. It never is. Kane smiled when he saw us—small, private. Not for the cameras. For me. “Alpha,” he said, voice coming across the cavern clean as if the air had been built for it. “You look well.”

Fucking great. Walt nodded. "With you out of sight and not available for the hounds of hell paparazzi, and the magic my people can work, things should start calming down soon." Ryan groaned. "Chased out of my own house by a nutty female. Honest to god, Walt. When I met her I thought she was a lot of fun." Walt shook his head. "I think from now on, you ought to let me have all your women vetted before you go out with them."

"I like it. A possessive Alpha is a strong Alpha." Kael released him, but stayed between us, radiating dominance. "Garrett Vance has my son," Kael said. "He is in the canyon. He has the Council. I need you to hold the perimeter. Keep the Council guards off my back while I kill him." Kane looked down into the canyon. He saw the Council robes. He spat on the ground. "I hate politicians," Kane growled. "We will hold the line. We will keep the rats away while you handle the snake."

“They believe they’ve won. They’ve dismantled my empire… but they have not seen the depth of my patience.” He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, eyes glinting with unrelenting calculation. Every failure, every setback, had been analyzed, every weakness in Ava and Ethan’s strategy cataloged. Kane’s mind was a labyrinth of schemes, each more intricate than the last. > “They are formidable… united… but even the strongest bonds can be tested,” he whispered. “And patience… patience is my weapon.” On the screen before him, faint traces of city activity flickered—encrypted signals, minor disturbances, subtle manipulations. Nothing overt, nothing dangerous yet, but enough to hint at his qui

It was an insult to all established Alphas to have to refer to Kane as the superior Alpha, but what choice did they have? “Yes, Alpha Kane.” Alpha Dean’s teeth were clenched so tightly that it would be no surprise if he cracked a molar. “Good boy, now walk along and get into position.” Kane shooed him away with a hand gesture as though Alpha Dean were nothing more than a bug annoying him. Kane turned to Alpha Caleb and grinned. “Alpha Caleb, you will split your warriors between here as extra support and the east wall. I want Kyle to—” Kane paused.

Just by looking at Wane’s height, build, and posture, I could confirm that Wane was Kane. I couldn’t help sighing—young people these days really know how to play. Even dating has to be done secretly on a variety show. But that wasn’t the main point right now. The real focus was… I switched the livestream to the background, opened my private messages, and pulled that “Justice Messenger” out of my blacklist. I had blocked him too hastily earlier—I hadn’t had the chance to properly roast him, let alone show off my precious disciple. [Hoyles: Did you see May’s apology video and clarification video?]

Was that his grand, wallet-busting declaration of love? "Oh, and one more thing." Kelvin chuckled and scratched his head as he saw the sparkle in Wanda's eyes, "Mister Kane's got big plans for you. He's lining up top-notch entertainment gigs, hooking you up with the hottest songwriters to pen some killer tracks. Miss Chesire can't get enough of your tunes." Then, like a thunderclap, Wanda's heart skipped a beat, and the smile that had just begun to bloom on her face froze.

Elizabeth waited patiently, her head tilted just slightly. “We were lucky the war with Kane didn’t drag out,” I finally continued, “but do you think this one could end before the baby arrives? Vanda said last night that Alpha Walter has been staying back like Kane did. He thinks Walter is just watching him for now. Studying him. But if they haven’t even made contact yet, how is this supposed to end soon?”