Leon Claire 소설 & 이야기

“No. I saw you running and noticed Jason too. But since I knew you weren’t ready, I avoided him.” Claire nodded softly. “Thanks.” Bernard was one of the biggest investors in Italy — smart, ambitious, but arrogant. The first time Claire met him, she felt like he was more dangerous and unpredictable than Matt. But Leon’s presence was just as powerful. While Bernard came off cold and intimidating, Leon had this calm charm and quiet authority. Claire believed he could win Bernard over.

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

Louis to tremble while Kelly looked like she had seen a ghost. "W-we are s-sorry, s-sir." Mr. Louis stuttered, scratching the back of his neck in the process as he refused to raise his head up. "Shut that trap. Sorry isn't going to cut it for my daughter-in-law, who almost got killed under your own roof." Don Luciano bellowed and I rolled my eyes, trying to figure out if he was putting on a show to make people think he cared about me. But he didn't do that when Ria died, he was so fucking nonchalant, and yet, I was almost killed, and he was terrorizing these people.

Claire raised her voice, putting her hands on her waist. "And you're not just any werewolf," Lucas continued. "You're a Luna werewolf, a unique one. You belong to the highest order of the werewolf clan. You'll have an alpha counterpart who will be your partner, and together, you'll be incredibly powerful. You are the destined luna of the werewolf clan, and we have been appointed to protect you since you were born." "What? You're a werewolf too?" Claire asked, her voice trembling. "Calm down, Claire," Lucas said gently. "Remember what I said. Try to stay calm."

Tyler’s face goes pale under the blood still drying on his temple. Connor doesn’t wait for them to recover. He steps forward in front of me, voice calm. “From here on out Claire has cut ties with everything to do with this pack. She doesn’t need any of you anymore. Go find a new Luna or daughter you can use like a toy and control. But not her. You’re all fools.”

Here was Claire, barely conscious in my arms after nearly dying, and his first instinct was to defend his fiancée without even considering that she might be telling the truth. Nicole stood beside him with perfectly composed features, not a hair out of place despite supposedly having been nowhere near the incident. Her red gown was immaculate, her makeup flawless—hardly the appearance of someone who had just witnessed a traumatic accident. "Claire is many things," I said quietly, my voice carrying the weight of absolute authority, "but she is not a liar." Adrian's face flushed. "Father, you can't seriously believe—" "What I believe," I interrupted, shifting Claire more securely in my arms as

Adira asked, smiling at Clair. "Sure." She replied and all three of them started to walk towards the spare rooms on the top floor. "Actually, how did I fall down the cliff? Do any of you know? I doubt that I had jumped." Levi asked the ladies as they walked along the corridor. Clair's heart skipped a beat at the question. Frowning, she glanced at Adira, who gave her a reassuring smile. The memories of that day had haunted Clair for the past six months, until she met 'Danny' in the club that night.

Chapter 7 Raul’ s POV Far be it from me to deny Scarlett what she wants, so when she started panting, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”, I had to comply. I am, after all, a gentleman. I unbuckle my jeans and start to slide them off as Scarlett, with one of her extended claws, makes my job easier and slices them off. It’s a good thing that she and I started keeping extra clothes at each other’s pack houses because of this very thing.

"Show me what's on this drive, Kaelen. Show me the full metrics of how my father died." Kaelen’s smile vanished, his features instantly hardening back into the lethal, calculated mask of the future leader of the Crescent Warriors. He gave a single, firm nod, releasing my waist to walk over to the dark timber desk near the window. He flipped open a heavy, high-clearance military laptop, the screen instantly booting up to reflect a sharp, blue glow against his chest. I walked over to stand right beside him, my shoulder brushing against his arm. The brief contact sent a pleasant, steady current of electricity through my skin a constant reminder of the permanent link now bridging our minds.

And when they did, I knew that nothing would be able to stop us. We would take Ava, and we would take Cane's pack. And when we did, I would be the one who would emerge victorious, the one who would claim the prize. Then, one of my spies reported seeing Leah sneaking into our camp, eager to work with us. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the development. Leah, the former Luna who had been cast out by Cane. She had a score to settle, and I was more than happy to use her to my advantage.