Luis X Leon Novels & Stories

He never succeeded. The Mooncrest Pack had remained politely distant, their responses formal and noncommittal, their doors closed to his overtures. He had been told, through intermediaries, that the Mooncrest Alpha had no interest in alliances with smaller packs, that his focus was on continental matters far above Marcus's concerns. The rejection had stung, had become a thorn in his pride that festered with each passing year. Yet here stood one of their elite warriors... Opening a door for Elena. Not just any door. The rear door of what was clearly a vehicle reserved for the highest-ranking members of the pack. The kind of vehicle that carried Mooncrest royalty.

Golden rays fell upon our faces through the window and I could see what the young man looked like and damn, he was handsome. His face was perfectly crafted symmetrically. Fair skin with blonde hair and ember eyes. His body, so masculine, like he just came out straight from the army. He was wearing a black leather jacket and navy-green cargo pants, with a sword hanging at his side. His fashion may be out of style but looking at him felt like looking at a soldier. He had the same vibe as Zhask, just a bit more manly and strong. "So Lylion, are you Zhask's friend?" I asked him, trying to strike up a conversation with someone who honoured me as a princess.

And that action was accidentally seen by Luis. "You know, blatantly flirting with me still doesn't want to admit that you want to reconcile. You're too expensive, Elea," Luis said softly. Knowing what Elea wanted, he confidently showed off his muscular body. This way Elea would surely be even more unable to resist his advances and come begging. "Let's see how far you can go, my stupid ex-wife. Hmm." ***

The man beside her added quietly: “But the rogue army is larger than they thought.” A heavy silence followed. No one spoke. No one breathed. Everyone in the room knew what that meant. More danger. More risk. More uncertainty about who would return - and who wouldn’t. I felt my heart thud deep in my chest. Orion was out there. Fighting. Leading. Commanding. And Cain, too - terrifying, unbreakable, merciless in battle. Jessa caught the sleeve of my dress gently, grounding me. “They’re strong,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. “The Luna trained half the warriors herself. She’s never lost a command.”

My husband did not like Riley because she worked in a whore house before she married her husband. Alpha Landon loved whores. He never hid it, he welcomed strange women into his marriage and he was constantly in the city's brother or strip club, dick deep into some whore. Luna Riley did not care. While she did not cheat on him with men, she was a terrible lesbian. She also had some woman sticking her tongue into her pussy and she offered her friends to her husband. When Riley wanted to marry Landon, their parents revolted, they stripped him of money and comfort, trying to threaten him into staying away from Riley, but he refused.

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.

Behind her, Lira was pacing, tense and alert. And seated at the head of the table, waiting silently, was a figure I hadn’t expected to see again so soon. Luther. Killian’s older brother. The one who had once tried to dominate the Crescent Moon Pack through blood and manipulation. I’d stripped him of that chance the night I broke our bond. “What the hell is he doing here?” I asked without masking my tone. Killian stiffened beside me, but he didn’t stop me from advancing. Luther rose slowly, not in challenge but… respect?

I still can't figure him out. “Why'd you pick interest in this fight?” I asked as I made my way to the table, completely ignoring Lucas' burning gaze. Leo didn't reply as he looked at me, as though he wanted to talk more, but can't. I got to the table and drew out a seat; “I asked a question. I'm still yet to belie—” “That letter,” Leo cut me short, eyes never leaving mine, “was a declaration. They’re not just after Moonlace land. They’re after you.”

"I met Alpha Damien. Strong leader. Fair but fierce. His Luna, Lyra, she's special, as you already know. You can feel it when you're near her. She holds real power. They're a force together." Calista leaned forward, eager. "And Leo? How is he?” “He is good. He took to his father immediately. No problems.” “That’s good to hear,” Jaxon said. “Well?” Calista was looking at me. “What, Luna?” “Out with it already. There is something else you are not telling us.” “Can you tell?” I’m sure they have heard I brought home a guest. “Sure,” she said. “You didn't go all that way just to party with alphas."

Joss felt a sting of several insects on her neck, but ignored it due to the overwhelming sensation of the climax that still enveloped her, and only realized that something was happening when Leonel kissed her and felt the vivid and bittersweet taste of blood on her palate. - You're very tasty, - Leonel murmured with his Spanish accent like his brother's, - yes, you read that right: Leonel is Augustus' younger brother. Joss's eyes widened when she saw the guy's eyes of fire, but her panic increased when she saw that his lips and chin were stained with ... blood. She swallowed hard, thinking she was hallucinating from too many drinks, but as she brought her hand up to his neck and felt it clam