Lara Adrian Series In Order Novels & Stories

MATHIAS POV I lock the cabin and head toward the intoxicating scent, every fibre of my being is telling me to take my mate, make them mine, never let them go but I need to stop them seeing the wolf I have locked in my basement. I move quietly back toward the lake where I just fought the hybrid, seeing someone leaning down looking at something on the ground...blood. I can hear her heart rate start to rise, she's starting to panic, she has fire engine red hair flowing down her beautiful back stopping just before her luscious ass. She smells like tea tree oil and Lilly. this is it, I finally found her, I want to run to her, take her in my arms and make her and every inch of her body mine, I wan

Lara said touching the side of his cheeks before turning to stare at Miriam who had been staring at all the drama that had been displaying right in front of her. "Wait, you're Miriam right?" Lara asked but Miriam said nothing as her face was replenished with humiliation. "I have heard a lot about you, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm Lara! Christain's ex-girlfriend," Lara said before inching towards Miriam. She engulfed her into a hug before pulling away. Miriam glared at Lara one last time before running out of the house. How could she ever think she could match up to Christain's standard? By mare look at Lara, Miriam knew she was the complete opposite of the sort of girl Christain would

Their closeness in the images, the warmth and laughter they shared, made Elara pause. She leaned back, studying the photos carefully. So... this must be Lillian. A small frown tugged at her lips. She’d known about Lillian from her research, Adrian’s first and only love. The woman who had left him years ago to pursue her modeling career abroad, leaving him heartbroken. Elara’s mind cataloged every detail: the way he laughed, the subtle ease in his posture, the affection in his gestures. She didn’t allow herself to feel anything, no anger, no jealousy.

Elara’s POV The morning after Ryan’s pathetic visit to the mansion felt strangely calm. I had slept alone in my room, replaying how Victor and Damien had stood beside me like a wall while I shut my ex down. Their protectiveness had sent a thrill through me. I felt stronger, more in control of my life than I had in years. I chose a silky champagne nightgown that hugged my body, the thin straps delicate against my skin. It was still relatively early, but I didn’t care. I felt sexy, bold, ready to claim what I wanted.

PROLOGUE-THE IMPRINT Aria | Age Five I was five years old when I decided he belonged to me. No one noticed. Not my father, standing too still under a black umbrella. Not the people arranged in careful silence around the grave. Not the priest. Not the rain. Not him. Especially not him. Adrian Keller stood apart from the crowd the way he stood apart from everything — not deliberately, not performatively, just naturally, the way a fixed point exists in a room that everything else organizes around.

CHAPTER 66 Lara’s POV The drive to the restaurant felt dangerously intimate. The city lights blurred outside the tinted windows, but I could barely focus on any of it because Adrian kept looking at me. Not casually, intensely. Like the red dress had personally offended his self-control.nI shifted slightly beneath his gaze. “You’re staring again.” “I know.” “That’s becoming a problem.” “No,” Adrian said calmly, eyes moving slowly over me once more. “You’re the problem.”

Condition: severe exhaustion, physical trauma, lacerations. Adrian’s grip tightened slightly on the paper. He read it again. Then again. Because it didn’t make sense. Or rather— It didn’t match what he had always been told. Across the city, Elara sat in her office, staring at nothing. The reports in front of her blurred. Not because she didn’t understand them. But because— For the first time in years— Her focus wasn’t entirely under her control. Adrian. The way he had looked at her earlier.

Afterward, Ali grabbed her bag, mumbled a quick goodbye, and practically ran out the door, leaving Lara alone in the condo. Lara didn’t mind. She actually welcomed the peace. She cleaned up the dishes, then took a leisurely bath, letting the hot water soothe her. She changed into a comfy matching terno set—soft shorts and a sleeveless top—then sprawled comfortably on the living room couch, scrolling through N*****x. She eventually settled on a new K-drama series and lost herself in the storyline, enjoying the quiet simplicity of the day. Hours passed without her noticing. She had just finished her lunch and was curled back on the couch, half-watching the screen, when the telephone rang sharp

Jenna continued berating her when Lara intervened. "Forgive her, Jen. I will make her understand," she didn't let Jenna finish and dragged Claire away, who simply followed her with slouched shoulders. Once they reached the kitchen, Lara turned around to face her. Her eyes softened watching Claire looking down sadly. "Don't worry. I know it's hard for you, but we all will be here. You just do your job." She tried cheering her up, but deep down she also knew that Adrian had indeed planned something for his prey.

“Then I’m like a princess, right?” I was about to answer when a familiar voice interrupted. “Well, if it isn’t the littlest Montenegro in the building.” Adrian Rivera appeared, arms crossed, amusement in his eyes. Lara lit up. “Uncle Adrian!” She launched herself at him, and he caught her with ease. “You’re getting too big for this,” he teased. “I’m five and three quarters!” she beamed proudly. Brent raised a brow. “You’re supposed to be shadowing the board prep.”