Novel & Cerita Lilah Korsmo

he asked, his voice cautious. Mateo simply shrugged, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You'll soon know," he said, his voice low and mysterious. He picked up his phone, dialed a number, and spoke only two words: "Come in." The door opened, and Lilah walked in, flanked by two burly security men. She was a vision of loveliness, her long, curly hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk. Her bright red dress hugged her curves in all the right places, showcasing her toned physique. Her full lips were painted a deep red, and her eyes sparkled with mischief as she walked over to Mateo.

Her delusional mind was shattered into pieces and her heart trembled with fear at the possibility that something terrible might happen and foil her plans. So, that day…… the conversation between Mark and Jay… was not a dream. It is true that Maya is alive and mated to the legendary alpha Ashton! She is also a luna, and of a powerful pack! "Jesus! What did I do?" Lily almost shoved her head into the wall.

You’re their star, Lila—shine, fight! Elder Cora stood back, silver braids glinting under her cloak, obsidian amulet blazing, crescent moon pulsing like a heart, its silver light bathing her trembling hands. Her lined face was grim, visions of blood and claws relentless, strength fading but voice iron. Mist, her wolf, whispered, ethereal and fierce. Now, my heart—they’re yours, she’s theirs.

A woman emerged into the light. She was a tall, elegant woman, with steel in her spine. Her existence was a knife at the neck, serrated and unmoving. Her hair was dark and tumbled in loose waves, her eyes hard and unforgiving. I recognized her immediately. Because legends lingered even in exile. Lilith Blackmoor. Jameson remarked under his breath. “Oh, fantastic. It’s her.” Soraya stiffened. “She’s dangerous.”

It was real. It was happening right now. Then, as though her night couldn’t possibly get any worse, Kora’s voice rang out once more—loud and unapologetically shameless: “MOON GODDESS, YES—MINE, ALL MINE—” Lira let out a strangled noise. She didn’t even know what to do with herself. Her legs felt like jelly, and her breath came out in ragged gasps. She couldn’t take it. She couldn’t.

Layla was about to introduce the third female when she was cut off by the young girl. “Oh please. Let me introduce myself. I am Cora Smith. Elijah’s younger sister and you are my sister in law” the young lady was quite casual. She was wearing branded clothes for sure but with no bold brand name and comfortable fit. She was indeed a girl born in pure royalty. “Hello, her highness…” “Give me a break, call me Cora” She waved her hand. “It’s nice meeting you, Cora” I smiled, I like her already.

I kept moving and snagged a seat just as someone flopped beside me like a pink glitter bomb. “HAAAIIII!!” I flinched. “Whoa...hi?” The girl next to me beamed so hard I thought she might combust. Bright pink hair in high buns, long pointy ears, sparkly lip gloss, and absolutely zero volume control. “I’m Lila! Lila Gerrick! Love your hair! That purple streak? OBSESSED.” She was bouncing in her seat, practically vibrating. I blinked. Then grinned. Okay. Maybe I had a friend. “I’m Isandra. First year, too?”

“Ashton Graves. Stormriders. Defenseman.” “Thank you,” Lila said, accepting the drink. “Lila Williams. Corporate Events Coordinator.” Ashton frowned slightly, studying her. He was incredibly attractive up close — strong features, the kind of presence that filled the space without trying. “What exactly does a Corporate Events Coordinator do?” “I organize conferences, launches, executive dinners. Stuff like that.” He eyed her for a second and said, “There’s no way.” Lila laughed. “What?” “You’re a kid.”

My boots echoed across the floor, a sound that made the youngest of them take a step back. “You lost her, a pregnant woman with a child?” I repeated, tasting the fury like blood. “You had one task. Bring her back. And you’re standing here empty-handed.” Jonas bowed lower. “We tried, Alpha. We tracked her through the storm, but Liam… he…” The moment that name left his mouth, my vision went red. “Liam,” I said, softly, dangerously. “You saw him? And you allowed him to escape? With her?”