Link Lemon Novels & Stories

0 ... just like Leo’s.

Liam is more hesitant but listens. I'm so grateful for the rush of fresh air that reaches me as the wind whips through the window. 'We can still smell your arousal, little mate,' Leon links me. 'Please tell me we're almost there,' I link back to him. 'We could make a pit stop and take care of you,' he suggested. I look at him with wide eyes. 'That sounds like a great idea!' Liam chimes into the link, confusing the hell out of me. I hadn't tried linking multiple people and was still learning how, but they were obviously used to this by now.

Evelyn's POV The repairman had barely finished fixing my water pipes before my phone buzzed with a new message from Julian. Julian: Lemon seems to hate Hermès A second later, another message arrived. It was a photo. Lemon was lying miserably on the floor near the entrance, curled tightly into herself on the edge of the rug with the expression of someone emotionally betrayed by luxury living. I laughed immediately. Evelyn: She just hasn’t adjusted to the new environment yet

Leon said in my head “I know Leon” “I felt some spark when you were touching mate that felt weird” “Weird?” I asked my wolf “Yeah, in a good kind of way tho, it was different from all of your other bitches” he said growling out the last word. “ maybe because she’s my mate” I reasoned “ It's our mate you jerk” he growled back “Sure she is” “Ivan, I think she’s stronger than you think, I could feel it,” Leon said

I fired. It was a shade. I expected Landon and Riley to be annoyed but they just looked at each other and laughed. Their laughter was loud and confusing. Charlotte looked at me. I'm sure she was confused as well. “Awww… we're so sorry. We know nothing. We were just teasing her,” Riley dryly said. “The moon goddess gives and takes,”Landon added. I mindlinked my beta to come over to the patio. I needed something to ease the tension. As I was about to leave the garden for a stroll with my beta, Alpha Liam and his luna, Chloe came in.

I asked demanding an explanation and Lemon smiled scratching the back of his hair. "Lemon," I muttered with my eyes narrowed and my hands placed on my hips. "Okay fine," he said and ran his hand through his hair and it became messy. "Do you know why I am this popular?" "Nope I don't," I said. "Why?" "I am a team member of CFC United," he told me and I raised an eyebrow. What the heck was CFC? Was it a dance club? "What's that?" "Really? You don't know CFC United one of the most popular football clubs on campus?" He asked surprised and I nodded no. I was not really a football person, I didn't know why I didn't like it, I preferred basketball and lawn tennis to it.

My wolf, who had been on his back with his belly exposed, loving life, hops to his feet. Which female is the lemon? There’s just so many. I start to sniff them as I disentangle them. Flowers. Rain. Oatmeal cookies. Weird. Nice, but weird. No lemon. My wolf has his snout in the air. He wants out. He knows he could nail the scent down in the blink of an eye, but I’m not shifting in this scrum and freaking out the females. They’re gonna get bored sooner or later. I breathe the lemon in, soothing my wolf with the knowledge that it’s still here, mingled in with the naked flesh and jiggling asses and beautiful, bountiful titties.

It wasn’t until the fourth month that a breakthrough finally came. The name was Lanzhu. The man who had been the closest to his brother, someone who could be called a friend—though, if one dared to scratch the surface of their relationship, they would find a far more complicated and unsettling truth. Lanzhu was no ordinary man. He was a man whose hands were stained with so much blood that counting the lives he had taken would be impossible. His dark past was a secret buried beneath layers of charm and politeness, but Rushan couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that Lanzhu’s true intentions might not be so innocent.

Lemon gave up on catching bubbles when she saw her mother and ran toward her. Mable was afraid that she might fall and hurriedly went forward to hold her hand. Lemon looked at the boy beside her mother, her large eyes filled with curiosity. “Sweetie, this is your big brother.” Lemon tilted her head. “Bwa...” “Mommy, who is...” Mable smiled and said, “She’s your sister, Leena Muller. Her nickname is Lemon.” Spike looked at the soft little girl, his eyes full of amazement. “Lemon... My sister...”

Darren asked. “I don’t know, I feel so angry and heartbroken-ish like sad and angry somehow. I don’t know.” I explained, confused to how I felt. “Oh, I’m sorry. It’s the link. I’ll be back.” Lucas said, not meeting my gaze as he left. “What was that all about?” I asked Darren, who seemed to have understood what was going on. “The members of a link share emotions. When someone on the link is angry, the others feel the same too, maybe just a little bit but they still do and you can’t just create links with just anyone, that’s why I’m still confused as to how Lucas created one successfully.