Kronos Sykes Novels & Stories

They held each other's hands as Drake started to tell his vows to HR Queen. As of today, you will be a queen. A queen of our home and a queen of my kingdom. I, the alpha of the Blue Moon pack, am promising in front of the deities to protect, love, respect, and cherish you as long as I live. Our meeting was hard and rough, but I want you to know that I will be this soft-hearted to you, loving you tenderly as I love our son. Drake paused. He was biting his lower lip to suppress his tears and emotions. He didn’t want to cry, but his tears betrayed him and streamed down his face.

she forced a smile as she talked with her teeth together. "Eating? What else?" he asked sarcastically before turning to Silvester and patting his back. "You're not trying to steal my girl, are you?" Kronos asked with a playful smirk. Now that she's looking at the two men, they look a bit similar to one another. "She's not yours," Silvester answered, making him laugh. Her phone buzzed and she opened the message from Harrison. Before she could answer it, Kronos turned toward her. "So he is trying to steal you from me," he said in disbelief and with wide eyes, still acting playful. She sighed before putting the phone on the table.

His gun skitters across the floor, out of reach. The doorway fills with men. Black tactical gear. Gas masks. Reaper patches. And leading them, stepping over the debris with his cane... Kyros. He looks at Drakon, slumped against the wall. He looks at me, lying in a pool of blood and sweat. He looks at the crying infant in Dr. Vane's hands. Kyros smiles. "Perfect timing," he says.

And somehow, a part of her was proud to stand beside him. ________________________________________ After the meeting ended, Alexandro had other matters to attend to, and he instructed one of his betas to stay with Serena. A young woman approached, her steps confident and light, a small smile playing at her lips. She was dressed in black leather armor, her dark hair braided tightly, and a sword rested casually at her hip. "Lady Serena," she said, bowing slightly. "I'm Kiara. Beta of the Blood Moon Pack." Serena blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see a woman among the warriors—and certainly not holding the high rank of Beta.

Who would have thought the quick-reflexed gang leader would fall prey to a stun mine? “Now that we have calmed down, shall I begin introductions? I am Khronos Sinclair, a scientist, an author, a system programmer among many things. My hobbies include human watching, taking things apart and putting them back together. My age is a secret but was born even before the Great Explosion, being one of the few people experimenting on Plantiumite before it happened. I hate cleaning and exposure to bright lights, it’s nice to meet you both!” That was a lengthy and exceptionally weird introduction but I won’t do the same. “Why did you stop the Pantiumite supply?”

I can't go to him since I don't have any more strength in my body. I don't need someone who'll help me get away from this place. I need to end my life here, to end my family's suffering. "What took you so long?" Leon asked as if he knows the person who arrived at this room. I turned my head in the direction of the door, and there I saw Kyros who is out of breath. Smith's underlings started attacking Kyros but as if it was nothing, he has beaten them into pulp. As if he's a beast who's out of control right now.

I nodded. Before I could make it to the white leather sofa to wait, an Amazonian blonde sashayed out of the Greyson's office, grinning like she'd just had the best sex of her life. She paused as she past me, casting her gaze down my podgy body. Her freckled nose curled in disgust. "Send Miss Smithson in." Greyson barked through the intercom. I turned to Mabel, raising my eyebrows with a slight smile. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach.

Kyler flips open his laptop, flipping it around to show me the medical report on the fighters from last night. "True, but you guys know how Syd is. I didn't want to make her feel crowded." I actually needed some air but didn't want to say it aloud. "True cuz has always been pretty independent. I've never seen her that rattled before. You know she didn't even cry at her dad's funeral. She just snarled at everyone. Have you ever seen an eight-year-old snarl instead of cry? I have, and it was scary cool." Ambrose tended to ramble if allowed to.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Clyve didn’t miss to capture the kids playing, swinging their legs into the water. “How about you? Other than your full name, your brother Skip is the CEO of the Linton Empire, and his girlfriend has recently launched a new fragrance.” “Not bad, Westley. You googled me, and I’m so touched.” “You can’t fool me with your accent, mate. Italian and Spanish are way sexier than Brit. So drop it, and tell me about yourself already, Clyve Clifford Linton of the United Kingdom.” “You know my full name because I told you.”