Novel & Cerita Loretta Callisto

Playlist: OCEAN EYES (Billy EILISH) "Hello, Ms Apollinaris, I beg you to spare Milady and the baby in her stomach... I'll return the money you... You must have an antidote right?" Lissa cries on the phone as she begs Caitlyn for the antidote. Caitlyn giggles as she crossed her legs, sitting on the couch and sipping on her wine, wearing a short blue gown. "Why? Has something happened?" She responded without remorse.

Victoria’s POV My eyes fluttered open again, my gaze sharp with a determined glint, a silent resolve flickering through me despite the pain. Suddenly, my voice broke through the tension. "I, Victoria Valemont, reject you, Carlisle Redmoon, as my chosen mate and alpha. I sever my bond with the Red Moon Pack and relinquish my position as Luna. From this day forward, I have no ties to this pack or to you, Alpha Carlisle..." My words suddenly cut short as an intense wave of pain coursed through me, the agony of severing the mate bond with an alpha overwhelming my battered body.

She goes to the podium and is given the black candle, being sworn in to tell the truth. “Please explain the nature of your relationship with Callista Martin,” Albert orders. “I’ve known Callista—or Callie, as we call her—since her first year here at the Academy.” “Would you consider the two of you friends?” “Quite the opposite, actually. Callie and I had our fair share of differences throughout the years.” She’s looking at the council next to me. “During our years at the Academy, Callie was quite the troublemaker, as she continues to be today.”

She looked peaceful in her sleep, a contrast to the tumultuous world we had entered together. Leaning over, I whispered softly, as if she could hear my words in her dreams. "Rest well, Malia." With one last lingering gaze, I turned away, leaving her to the solace of her dreams. As I walked away from Malia's room, my mind was filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions. There was an undeniable pull she had on me, an inexplicable force that defied all logic and reason. It baffled me how I, Callisto, a man known for his unwavering control and ruthless determination, could be so captivated by her presence.

Callisto responded before I kissed her lips. The taste of her lips were as sweet as the berries she had eaten. Addictive, sweet, wet and wonderfully made but in excess a deadly poison yet I kept playing into her hands like pudding. Callisto was an interesting woman yet something about her was hell I didn't want to see. She pulled away as well panted softly before I carried her and placed her on the sheets and covered her. "Is a day enough to lose all that weight?" I asked as she threw her book at me.

Her name was… Calista. That's right, her name was Calista Everhart. He called her Callie. Every time he remembered, he couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful her name was. Lucian suddenly himself being pushed, followed by a woman calling out to him worriedly. He endured the dull ache in his head, looked up at the person next to him, and asked hoarsely, "What's wrong?"

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

Harriet said softly. Callista hesitated before keying in her birthdate. The door immediately clicked open. Inside, the walls were covered with photos of her. Pictures from college, from her recent travels, and even candid shots from media coverage when she accompanied Luther to events—carefully cropped to show only her. Harriet handed her a notebook from the table. Callista opened it and froze. It was her old college journal, one she thought had been lost long ago. She then slowly flipped through the pages.

Nathaniel’s body lay still, the pendant shattered at his side, its dark power extinguished. The figure lowered their hood, revealing a woman with eyes like twin constellations, her face ageless yet marked by centuries of wisdom. “I am Lysara, Keeper of the Lunar Veil,” she said, her voice resonating through the bond, calming Alina within Autumn. “I am the last of the Callisto elders, hidden beyond the packs’ reach when the Order rose. Your blood, Autumn, and your brother’s, awakened me.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Loretta Wolstenholm, Professional Masochist “Lace me up. Come on.” The show would begin soon, and I was backstage helping Loretta prepare. She had undone the buttons of her dress, revealing the twelve hoops pierced into her back: six on each side, forming two lines between her tiny wings. The ends of a scarlet ribbon hung from the top pair. “Loretta,” I said, crouching to examine the holes. “These hoops . . . ”