Romans & histoires Koby X Helmeppo

If he said Kylie was his mate, then she had to be. “Yes, very.” He replied, his eyes never straying from the picture of his mate. Caleb thought his beta was lucky to have one such as Kylie for a mate, he didn’t quite know her personally, but she struck him as open-minded and fun-filled, a stark contrast to Roy’s brooding nature, but who better to release him from his life of solitude than this ball of excitement? She would surely be a welcome addition to the compound.

Al asked, staring at the hellhound's scorched body that remained to ashes. "I think we won," said Keefe as he landed unsteadily on the floor. "I think so," said Edmund, glancing around to make sure that no part of the hellhound's body remained and regenerated into a new monster. “Gosh, how tiring. Kyron?" Al said, sitting limply in his place. "Kyron!" exclaimed Keefe as he ran towards Kyron, who was still lying with his legs at an odd angle. "It looks like my leg is broken," said Kyron while grimacing in pain.

Something his soul couldn’t decide whether to kill—or claim. Before I could speak, he turned away, barking orders to his warriors. Leaving me standing there, drenched in blood and questions I didn’t have answers to. A shadow moved at the edge of my vision. I tensed, claws still out, but it was only Darius—Kael’s beta. He strode toward me, silent as smoke, his sharp eyes sweeping over the carnage at my feet. “Impressive,” he murmured, low enough that only I could hear. Not admiration, exactly. Calculation. “The Alpha will want to know.”