Novel & Cerita Lola X Lincoln

“Let’s go.” We walked toward his Civic, and I looked around the pack house grounds as the smell of propane and sausages started to fill the air. As I turned to climb into the car, I stopped dead in my tracks and saw a large figure with dark hair and icy cold blue eyes. Nola and her sister were on his arm, laughing obnoxiously at something he’d said. A cold feeling washed through my body as his eyes connected with mine, and his lips turned into a sneer. I hadn’t seen Lincoln since Liam had chased him off in my first few days here, and suddenly, I couldn’t wait to get away—from here—from him.

Laura smiled sadly as she watched her husband furrow his brows. “You still love her,” “Laura Galven,” “And you still hate the Goddess for making me your Luna… or perhaps, forcing me to be your Luna because of that one night,” “I said enough!” Dia shouted. He had never liked the topic very well. Laura would occasionally be like this. She would ask him about what he would have done if he knew Louis was his Luna or if it was Louis that had gotten pregnant and Laura was the Luna. But never did Dia answer her questions well. He had always avoided answering anything that related to the woman he loved… or still loves.

Lincoln was already in the driver's seat with Kennedy holding the back door open. "Morning guys." I greeted. "Good Morning Luna." They said. I smiled at them and helped Elena into the car before I followed. Kennedy closed the door and off we went. "I told Dolores we were—" A bang on the back of the car made Lincoln hit the brakes as the car screeched to a stop. I looked into the rear mirror to see a deep brown looking back at mine. I shrieked and gasped. "I can't believe you guys actually wanted to leave me behind," Dolores said sliding into the seat.

Then Lincoln came around the car. He stopped when he saw Dom. The cocky look drained off his face so fast it was almost funny. His eyes went wide. He looked at Dom’s hands on my arms, then at Dom’s face, and something in him understood he had fucked up in a way he couldn’t talk his way out of. “Hey man,” Lincoln said. His voice cracked. “It’s not— there’s nothing wrong here. She’s my girlfriend. She had a little too much to drink and I was just—”

So I complied and settled myself in the passenger seat of the car. As though on queue, Luca appeared. He and Maddox stood in front of the car, having what appeared to be an in-depth discussion. I didn't know for certain what they were talking about, but I assumed it was relating to what the next steps were, in terms of the White Claw pack returning home. I instantaneously realised we had not discussed the fate of Jake, and the women from the cells. Where would they call home? I hastily opened the door and made my way over to where Maddox and Luca were standing.

He knows that I can’t concentrate like this, and if I can’t concentrate, I won’t be able to keep my mouth shut. Landon must have mind-linked Lincoln because he starts to do the same thing on my other side. I close my eyes, trying to reel in my arousal even though I know that’s futile. “OK! Goddess, you two aren’t playing fair at all.” Lincoln and Landon remove themselves from my ear and look at me, waiting for me to spill it. I sigh and roll my eyes. “Just know you will be making this up to me. Getting me all hot and bothered for some information….got me messed up.” Lincoln throws his head back and laughs while Landon chuckles.

Gentler. Lola nods. Starts to leave. "Lola, wait." Ocean gestures to Willow. "This is Willow Hart. An old friend. Willow, this is my wife, Lola." "It's nice to meet you," Lola says politely. But Willow can see the wariness in her eyes. The girl isn't stupid. "Nice to meet you too. Ocean was just telling me about you." "Oh. Okay." Lola looks at Ocean. Something passes between them. Some kind of silent communication. "I should go. Let you two talk."

“Okay, who are you and how are you related to the family?” Well that was a straightforward question but one I was willing to answer. “I’m Lola, and I have a history with Xander. He and I used to be… lovers.” He raised a brow. “Ma’am?” “We used to be engaged but then I broke off the engagement to travel.” “Would you mind me asking why?”

They are both fantastic with Dylan at this point. “Do you approve the wedding of the two?” Francisco seriously asked him. He gets the knife from the apple then throws it to his lord. Lincoln doesn’t talk for a moment until his lips twitch as he leans on the white wall. His jaw is tightening from the question of the man beside him. He chuckles lightly in response to his ridiculous idea. They all know that Lincoln is a homophobic type of person, and he hates Dylan. “From what I could see. I cannot turn back from my motto,” the oldest Vozinelik utters.