Lori Wick The English Garden Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I smile, “I need access to the garden if you don’t mind.” “Please this is your pack, this is your home. Even if you aren’t officially titled the Luna you are already the Luna in mine and many members of the pack's eyes,“ He leads us into the garden and I’m in awe. We’ve only just stepped in and there are rows upon rows of crops growing. Omegas wander about taking care of the gardens. I see acres of an orchard in the distance to the west and a vineyard to the east. My heart thumps with excitement and all I want to do is take my shoes off and bury my toes into the soil, but I don’t have time to spare. Sophie’s life is on the line. “The herb garden please Wilfred.”

I wander out of the garden, still hearing his voice in my head. < Don’t come back here again > Why? What's in the garden that I can't go back there? My feet carry me toward the elevator without thinking— "Miss June!" I’m yanked sideways before I can step in. It's Chris's friend, Lia and she's grinning at me like she’s just won the lottery.

But that was the one thing the Lycan King would not allow. It was you who agreed to stay, remember? My wolf, Lyra, spoke inside me. “Do not start,” I told her, rolling my eyes inwardly this time. Then, I turned to the older omega. “I want to see your garden. Can you take me there?” “Of course,” she said as she bowed. “This way, please.” I followed the omegas out into the garden. The garden was wide and filled with flowers. A stone path went between bushes and tall hedges. The garden was huge but properly maintained.

Chapter 107 Lily's Pov Standing by the garden, the late afternoon sun casting golden rays over the flowers, I couldn’t help but lose myself in my thoughts. The garden was peaceful, a perfect contrast to the storm of emotions and worries swirling inside me. I had been thinking about Mia’s words two days ago when she came to visit. She had suggested that I track the phone numbers that had been haunting me with strange, unsettling calls. The idea had seemed strange at first, but now, standing here, I realized it was the only way to gain some clarity.

to myself and take my hand to rub my hair from front to back knowing I just fucked up, hopefully, she doesn't tell Aidan. ****** Before the Garden Incident Danielle "Lily, I don’t trust that beta, he seems off," I said to her and she replied, "He is harmless, I don’t know why you get that feeling." “Maybe because he is hitting on his best friend’s mate," Lily smiled and said, "You are overreacting," but I don’t like the way he looks at her. I have been seeing the looks he gave her for weeks and it creeps me out. Hopefully, this will pass as I made my way to the royal seamstress to fit my gown for the coronation and wedding, leaving Lily to attend the private garden she loves so much.

After another blindingly quick hunt, she takes out five or six passes and hands it to him. "Much obliged to you, Mrs...." Liam scans the woman's clothing for an ID, "Miss Lori." There is a slight, practically imperceptible wrinkle in her brow as she goes to her PC, irritation flashing in her highlights. We represent a moment, and afterward, Liam pulls on my hand. "Come on, we should go," he encourages, hauling me out of the entryway.

"She grew every single one of these bushes herself from the roots. We cannot just tear them out." "Mrs. Blackwood?" Lily let out a dramatic, mocking sigh and slowly rubbed her flat stomach, a wicked smile spreading across her lips. "Oh, you mean Aurora. Come on, Lola. You and I both know she holds that title in name only. I am Donald's choice now, and I am the one moving into the master bedroom. I want this entire garden torn apart. Did you hear me?" Lola looked at me, her brown eyes wide with uncertainty and fear. I stood stiffly beside the stone fountain, my hands clenching into tight fists at my sides. A sudden surge of protective fury rushed through my veins.

Gothic spires reached higher, but the gardens spilled outward in wild, deliberate beauty flowers that bloomed year-round, orchards heavy with fruit, hidden groves where young couples whispered promises the same way we once had. A young woman named Lira—great-great-great-granddaughter many times over—stood before the great tree at dawn. She carried the same delicate build I once had, though her hair was dark as Rook’s had been in youth and her eyes carried Wren’s quiet knowing. At her side stood her bonded mates: a broad-shouldered alpha with marble-like markings on his forearms, a horned beta whose laugh reminded elders of Rook, and a slender scholar whose left eye held the faintest emerald

she whispers, looking around. I smile, “and I would” I put on my sunglasses, “I don't have a problem with it, but when Lorriane does and I know she will, she'll never trust any of us” i smirk and leave. *************** I walk slowly into the green house, the smell of different flowers engulfing my thoughts and nostrils. No one really knew but Lorrie loves flowers, just like my mother. It was what caught my attention the first time I caught her secretly helping the school's gardener, also what made her close to my mother. As much as she was a corporate girl, she loved dirt and sand and flowers, anything floral was always in her outfits, over time I had just forgotten she loved gardening.