Kaz Brekker Mga Nobela at Kwento

After that, Kazim tossed Fred onto the table. “Ugh!” “He killed someone!” “Oh my god!” The expressions on the faces of the shareholders there changed drastically, and they started screaming. “You’re all very annoying!” Kazim snorted coldly. The next second, everyone fell silent. Earlier, Kazim complained that Fred was too annoying and snapped his neck off. Now, he had said it again. Would he break all of their necks too? “I’m Daya’s father. My name is Kazim Stoermer! Now! Anyone here still wants my daughter to lay on this table?” Kazim asked coldly.

I didn’t want him to pick me so why did I get this dreadful feeling each time I thought about him picking anyone else. I was brought back to my senses when the Luna announced she would begin with the girls ranked nine. Kai still had not picked his mate and I was beginning to think he may be waiting for Santana after all. When the Luna called her name I waited to hear Kai speak up, but he didn’t. At least four men did speak up to claim Santana as their own. I wasn’t surprised she had shamelessly flirted with all of them. It was when a familiar voice spoke up from the back of the crowd that all others went silent. I let out a gasp when Kade, Kassius’ older brother, made his way to the front.

"I'm coming in." The heavy oak door swung open, and Kazan strode into the room, his massive frame radiating pure, protective alertness. He was still wearing his combat boots and leather jacket from the border patrol, a light dusting of snow melting on his broad shoulders. His amber eyes swept the bedroom, locking onto me where I sat huddled on the floor by the bed, pale, damp, and trembling.

"I don't want to influence you, but don't judge a book by its cover alone. First impressions can be made up as best you can, Miss Doğan." "Don't say bad things about Kai. Especially in front of me!" I said firmly. Austin chuckled sarcastically. "I won't go into more detail, to you. But don't be so innocent. Kazuo-kai is the Yakuza Lord. You know the life of the Mafia. You can see how your Brother lived every day, before marrying Kim Ara Margaretha." Austin said, he looked at me with a serious look.

He was more muscular than Zackarya as he was also the Alpha and the general. "Sir." Kaz tilted his head in respect to the king as he smiled looking up. "So you have finally conquered it." He moved towards him as Zackarya hugged him. Kaz stood behind to look after the West Island after he trained the army but now they had to move onto the further step so he came here. "Your mate has sent a lot of letters for you." He hugged Conner as he smiled perfectly knowing how much her mate must be anxious for him as he hadn't written the letter to her.

“That attack… it could’ve been fatal. I’m also glad the healer reconfirmed it. You’re rare. Special.” I didn’t stop. “Are you really glad I survived?” I asked. He blinked. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be? What would’ve happened to my breeder otherwise? And the heir you’re supposed to give me?” I froze. The rage that bubbled up inside me was quiet but fierce. I turned slowly to face him, holding in my trembling. “Is that all you see when you look at me?” I asked. “A breeder?” “Freya, that’s not what I meant—”

“She’s in shock. He tried to strangle her. I pulled him off just in time.” The officer’s eyes hardened. “Did you get a good look at him?” “I saw him,” Daniel said. "Tall, black hair, tattoos on his arms. Name’s Kaz. He ran out through the back. I’ve already put in a call for an immediate perimeter check.” Kaz. His name felt like a curse that burned on my skin. I closed my eyes and saw his face again. That sneer. That look in his eyes, like I was still his possession. Like I never got away.

His eyes are already back on me, locked there with an intensity that makes breathing feel like something I have to think about. I press my nails into my palms, grounding myself in the sting. Don’t think. “This is Tessa Thorne,” Kaz says, turning slightly toward me. “My bride-to-be.” Bride-to-be. The words land like a slap, and I watch Ezra’s face carefully for any crack in the surface—anger, surprise, the faintest flicker of recognition that mirrors even a fraction of what’s tearing through me right now. There’s nothing. Not a seam, not a tremor.

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

He tilts his head, studying Azren. "...You're not on your medication." Azren stiffens beside me. I suck in a breath. Kaziel leans back in his chair, crossing his arms, his expression turning faintly amused. "I'd recognize that particular brand of chaos anywhere," he adds lightly. "You're vibrating." Azren scoffs. "I always vibrate." "No," Kaziel says, his lips twitching. "When you're on your meds, you brood quietly and pretend you're a statue. This?" His eyes dart to the faint tension in Azren's shoulders. "This is you raw and unfiltered.”