Lachlan Gf Novels & Stories

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Their wolves are ready for trouble, but still relaxed, no tension hanging in the air, but it doesn’t ease my worry. “Aye. That’s exactly what we are.” He nods, understanding crossing his features. Unlike the others, his irises are emerald green. “A warning would have been nice.” I glare at his gammas, Finlay and Harris. Their aura reminding me of remorseful pups with tails tucked between their legs. Their reaction eases my annoyance, but only slightly. “Sorry, Lass, but as we stated, it’s tradition.” Lachlan shakes his head, bringing my attention back to him.

I said, aiming to lighten the mood that had become too heavy with worry. Luke, gently holding Reni, joined in with a soft chuckle, his voice light but eyes keen on the doctor. "What's the news, Doc?" Carefully, the doctor took Lachlan from my arms, examining him with eyes that had seen countless beginnings of life. He paused momentarily, a thoughtful expression crossing his face, before speaking, "All the tests are back, and this little warrior," he nodded towards Lachlan, "is ready to go home. Are you three ready for that step? He'll need a name, though."

Lachlan As I stood on the deck of my yacht, the warm breeze whipping my hair into a frenzy, I couldn't help but feel a sense of turmoil brewing inside me. Quinn, with her piercing green eyes and unyielding spirit, had managed to awaken a maelstrom of emotions I thought I'd long buried. My desire for her was all-consuming, a flame that threatened to engulf me whole. Yet, it was more than just lust that drove me. I yearned for her to love me, to accept me for all that I was—dark past, secrets, and all.

I sat there, staring at Lachan blankly. “Uh, yes?” I made a face at him, “Why?” Lachlan shrugged, “Mates don’t typically just toss their mates against walls like that… That’s all.” He shrugged again, leaning back in his chair. I shook my head, “Don’t change the damn subject, Lachlan. You can’t just gloss over telling me that you and Alexander are half siblings-”

“You’re my savior. May kilala ka ba sa committee program for tom’s event?” “H-ho? Meron naman yata. Not sure. Why, Your Highness?” “That’s settled then,” he gave her puppy eyes and grabbed Lola’s hand. “Help me.” Hindi ko alam kung matatawa ako sa ayos nito o makukytutan. He’s a tall guy, around six three tapos parang teenager na ipinupungay ang mga mata sa dalagang ngayon ay namumula. “Ahm..P-prince Lachlan…”

I wait patiently for Lachlan to swoop in and save the day, but in the end, he simply shrugs and rasps; “She’s not my girlfriend…”

I begin to leave, muttering a low curse under my breath when he asks, "You don't look too happy for someone who found their lost loved one." I pause, turning to face him. I should leave, knowing he's going to spew some venom that will undoubtedly infuriate me, but my feet remain rooted to the ground nonetheless. Lachlan shrugs his broad shoulders, stepping an inch closer so that I can hear his words over the subtle din of the atmosphere, but keeping a careful distance away from me to avoid physical contact. He runs his eyes over my physique with a look of contempt, his mouth curling up with derision. "You may clean up nicely, but it doesn't obscure what you really are. Just like your mother,

This time, Lachlan didn't say a single word. He walked right past Felix like he didn't exist, as if Felix no longer posed any threat to him at all. "Acting all high and mighty," Julius muttered under his breath, scoffing. Xenon let out a sigh. "Well, to be fair, the guy's got the right to be arrogant. At this point, it's almost certain that Chelsea's taking the crown, but second place? That's probably Lachlan.

My skin burns as his eyes rove over me, lingering on the skin of my chest. His slacks are obviously custom made, and his Tom Fords gleam in the low lights. His dark mane of hair looks deliciously – but rather stylishly tousled, falling over his forehead in sexy curls. My heart plays ping pong against my chest as I take in the gorgeous manliness before me. Mason Lachlan is the best definition of God’s gift to women. No one can tell me otherwise. He stalks forward until he’s hovering over me, his closeness making my insides quiver. I look up into those beautiful grey orbs.