Kristoff X Anna Novels & Stories

“They returned this noon. We have successfully defeated the Kronat mafia group.” “That’s good news,” Anna beamed, taking a sip from the orange juice. “I’ll have them notified that you won’t be able to attend the celebration.” Anna’s brows pulled together. She had never missed this celebration before. She made it her sole duty to attend, to show her appreciation to the soldiers. “They will not be notified about your current condition.” “No,” Anna protested. “I’ll be at the celebration, even if it’s for a short while.” “You need rest and—”

Gable sat in the center of the front row, her cane across her knees, her sharp eyes tracking Anna's every movement. "Everyone," Chris said, his voice carrying that Alpha resonance that made the room go still. "This is Anna Bennett. My true mate." The silence was absolute. Anna felt every gaze like a physical weight, assessing, judging, measuring. She lifted her chin and met their eyes, one by one. She would not shrink. She would not apologize for existing.

my voice faltered the moment I went in. I froze where I was standing while holding the door open. In front of me was Kristoff standing, while the woman’s hands were in his neck, holding him while kissing his lips.

When she was tired, Anna hugged her pillow and said with emotion, 'This is a good life. Kristen Oliver nodded. 'It's good to be able to film.' Anna smiled and watched the gossip news. I just brushed the interview video of Xenos Winter, so I took a second look. It doesn't matter at first sight. Anna suddenly changed her face and quickly took Kristen Oliver. 'Sister Kristen, I know this woman.' Kristen Oliver leaned over and saw Anna pointing to a woman in a suit who looked very capable. Standing behind Xenos Winter, he looks like a bodyguard.

Kodiak seemed to recognize the unknown person from his scent already because he smiled warmly and called out, "Come in." Anna stiffened with fear when she saw the person who walked into the room. The alpha of the Frost Fang pack approached the bed and dropped some chocolates on the bedside table before he greeted his brother fondly. "The pack physician told me you have gotten a lot better, you will be able to get back on your feet in no time. What is she doing here?" Kodiak gave him a stink-eye before he introduced him to Anna. "Anna, this is Zayn, my twin."

My voice grows louder as Adam lets me take the stage, “Everything is there in those papers, the transactions. There are interviews with those girls. They are willing to testify how they were forced to come here under the guise of mating other males and then forced to become your mistresses and then disposed of into the red-light district. The previous Alpha was also doing something similar, but it wasn’t this bad. Jason took it a step further by looking for females in his own pack, females he was supposed to protect!” “Shut up, you stupid bitch!” Jason lunges at me, only to be thrown back by Adam. “Don’t put your hands on my pregnant mate!” He snarls. Jason’s eyes widen, “P-Pregnant? What?”

“You said Christen didn't want to give you the coffee.” “Yes, Christen Walker.” “I thought she left the pack?” “Dereck said the Alpha she left to be with found his mate, and christen had to return home.” “Ohhh…” Does she look the same.” I turn around to find Annabella fast asleep, rolling towards the window. I stop and pull the blinds open. The rain is still falling, and I see a familiar looking yellow umbrella. She stops and looks up at the window. A bright smile curled around her lips as before she waved me goodbye,

But before I could, the flaming doorframe above us gave a loud crack and started to collapse. My pupils constricted. I didn't even have time to think before I instinctively threw myself over Cloris to shield her. I expected the searing pain from the flames to follow. But… the pain never came. Instead, I heard a muffled grunt from above. I looked up, and there was Nick, in wolf form, bracing his entire body under the flaming doorframe. He held it up with sheer strength to shield us from the collapse and make way for us to run.

My fingers brushed the animal's coat while I adjusted the bandage, and instead of snapping, he exhaled a hot, shuddering breath, his nose nudging barely against my flexed elbow with his dagger like teeth still hidden behind binds. I stumbled back, ripping off my gloves as it's head was held fully steady. Crimson eyes locked with mine, and an abrupt thought settled in my mind. An image I couldn't shake: those crimson eyes, not in a wolf's face, but on a beautiful man's. "This is insane" I walked towards the door while it bowed his head to rest, too calm for a predator. "What the hell is wrong with me?"

I needed them to confirm to Vorlag: Ronan Thorne is broken. Anya, dressed in the stifling emerald gown, was my only anchor and my most public vulnerability. She played the subservient, heartbroken Luna flawlessly. She guided the wheelchair with a gentle, protective touch, maintaining the perfect posture of a wife burdened by tragedy. She spoke softly for me, accepting the pity, deflecting the probing questions, and reinforcing the narrative of my decline. "The Alpha is quite tired," Anya murmured to a local pack leader, her voice trembling just enough to be convincing. "The recent financial setbacks have taken a terrible toll on his concentration."