Novel & Cerita Kara Danvers Lena Luthor Fanfiction

Her voice is small: “Kian… do you really mean that you’ll keep me safe?” I press a kiss to her temple, feeling the slow, fragile beat of her heart. “I do,” I murmur. “I mean it.” Her sleep comes quickly then, the kind that takes what remains of the day with it. I watch her, and as she slips into that soft quiet, I’m thinking ahead: about influence and chaos, about Daren’s insolence and Aaron’s wound, about a boardroom and a world that needs rearranging. Lena in my bed changes the math. She’s not just a prize anymore; she’s the axis.

“She’s been angry ever since she found out about me and you. And now, with Volkov’s new project, she thinks I’m trying to take everything from her.” Darius looked at her for a long moment, then sighed. “Vanessa can be bitter, but running someone over? That’s too much, even for her.” Lena looked up at him, her eyes wet. “You didn’t see the way she looked at me, Darius. She wants me gone. Maybe she didn’t drive the car herself, but I’m sure she has something to do with it.” Darius didn’t argue further. He moved to sit on the chair beside her, resting his elbows on his knees. “Do you remember anything about the car? Anything at all?”

Lena giggled, then she trembled and clenched around me, but what made a moan caught in my throat was me staring at Carla right now, cause after getting a glimpse of her body, no matter how brief it had been, seemed to have been forever stuck in my head, so now whenever I stare at her even when she’s clothed, that’s what my mind would visualize. Fucking hell. “You looked like you wanted it, and- and I figured the more the merrier?” Lena breathed out, while Carla looked even more horrified again. “T- that’s absurd. Why would I ever look like I want that?” Carla demanded, her voice sharp and her gaze filled with agger as she stared at the two of us. Lena giggled and sling her arms around me com

No amount of protest would change Kara's mind, and Kara would not believe her. Kara studied her in silence, and her gaze felt heavy on Lena. Then Kara let out a sharp breath. "You believe you are more beautiful than I am," Kara said. Lena shook her head. "I never said that." Kara raised a single hand, and the room went still. "Have you slept with the Alpha," Kara said. Lena fell to her knees, and the stone pressed against her skin through her gown. "My lady," she said, "I would not dare."

Steve's POV. Certainly, my beta's suspicion of Lena was rooted in the cruel history my pack had with her pack. It opened room for suspicions about her story, who she was and whatever she faced. I felt that way at first, but watching her recover, the winces she made while unconscious. Her calm and still face when she laid resting. And when she finally awoke, I couldn't deny it. I wasn't supposed to love again, not after I dumped in a ditch by love. But she pumped a rush in my veins no matter how hard I tried to stop it.

Yet strength alone would not protect the pack from the fractures Lena saw quietly widening beneath the surface. Later, as dusk settled, she found herself alone near the edge of the forest. The scent of pine and earth wrapped around her, grounding her amidst the storm of her thoughts. A soft rustle drew her attention. Emerging from the shadows was Kara, the youngest of the Elders’ daughters, her eyes sharp with a mix of fear and determination. “You don’t belong here,” Kara whispered. “Not really.” Lena met her gaze steadily. “Neither do you, then. At least, not by the look in your eyes.”

Lena glared at him before she turned her gaze back to the window, watching the city view and wishing all this could be a nightmare and her mum would soon wake her up to go to work. “If all this turns out to be a nightmare, then I promise to join the nuns.” She had a pleading look as a tear rolled down her cheeks, and she quickly wiped it. The car parked in front of a boutique, and Nero pulled the side of her door before she walked down the car. Lena realised there was another car behind them, and Dante was the driver; she needed to know how many of his men were around so she could escape. “Are you hungry?” Nero asked, and Lena folded her arms, still not ready to reply to him, and this really

"I will always come over to get my d*ck in you. I won't dare f*ck another lady in your absence or not…..” Lena gazed deeply into his eyes. Her confusion stemmed from the nature of their relationship. Was anything strange going on, or were they really enemies? Was it real or was it a dream? If it is true, they have a more intense and lasting mate bond and will never be able to let go of one another.

"Of course! My sweet cub, aren't you marking your bond at the end of this moon? Why haven't you sent me the digital imprint of the bond certificate with Ethan yet?" Lena Draven was the true wildfire of the family. Unlike Lila, Lena was a pure-blood Draven heiress. Though she’d lost her father to a rogue attack years ago, she remained the High Alpha’s most treasured granddaughter. Three months ago, after a nasty breakup with a Beta, she had fled to the southern territories to heal her heart. I had kept in touch, but I hadn't found the words to tell her I’d walked away from her cousin. "Aria, why is your scent so quiet? Has our bond faded? I’m howling in agony here!" Lena joked dramatically.

Then suddenly— Both of Lena's hands shot into the air. “KABOOM!” The entire car jumped. “I DROPPED THE BOMB!” Damon nearly swerved. “HUSBAND FROM HELL!” Her voice echoed through the vehicle. “I LET THE HELL LOOSE!” Tarzan blinked in shock. Lena's fists immediately started flying through the air in demonstration. “I hit him with my footwear—my favorite stiletto, by the way—and then I jumped on him like a feral cat!”