Novelas y relatos de Lysander Scamander

I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. Rhys was already inside. He glanced at me, his brows pulling together slightly. “Did you talk to Sinclair?” he asked as soon as I sat down “Yes,” I replied simply. His eyes stayed on me for a second. “Did you tell him about Lysander?” That question made me freeze for a moment. I shook my head then replied. “Lysander isn’t Sinclair’s. I don’t think he is. Alaric did a DNA test and they even have the same eyes.”

Others were looking at Lysander now in a very particular way. Evelyn realized what she had just said. She covered her mouth. Panic flickered across her face. Lysander rose slowly. He walked to her, bent down, and pulled her to her feet. "Go back to your rooms," he said under his breath. "I'll handle this." She didn't speak again. Her maid led her out of the chamber. Lysander tapped his fingertips on the table. Everything Sabrina had sent was stacked in front of him. Not only Rowan's crimes. Every record of stolen resources from every previous year. Petitions from lowborn warriors and small Outer Reach packs, all signed.

I followed suit, Ambrose, and Kyler also joining our sign of respect. "Well, it's common knowledge that Drystan was Reed Tarlo's cousin." Elder Clyde scoffed. I only felt malice coming from him. By the deep wrinkles and the scar above his eye, I could tell that he was an old warrior. He was prominent even in his golden years. I'm sure those years of battle had hardened and withered away at not just his skin.

"Yes. I already told you about her. That Tristan, Alicia, Cyrene and I have been friends since we were kids and that she is my sister." Suddenly, a blurry image attacked my head making me feel dizzy. Two people are talking and I could barely hear them talk. It was us. Cyrus and I. We indeed talked about his relationship with the rest. And she was here last night, Tristan and that guy. "Are you alright?" He asked, concerned. I nodded my head yes. "By the way, who was that guy Tristan and Cyrene were with last night?" He turned to look at me and smiled. "His name is Andy, the guy I told you about at the company. He just didn't make it that day since I asked him to do something for me."

“First of all, do not compare me to that bastard that you call a daughter. And second, he is not going to do anything to you. He wouldn't dare.” I arched a brow. “Wouldn’t he? And the next time you call my daughter Bastard, we're going to be dealing with things differently.” “You cheated on me with that Omega, that girl and whatever children that you think that you can have with other women or bastards in my eyes.” Lysandra clenched her fists at her sides. I knew that I should respond to her, but I knew the responding was just going to end up adding flame to whatever she was trying to play with and right now I do not want to do that. I wanted her to leave. “He wouldn’t kill you, Damon. He ju

“Of course. After the evidence of Alexander’s terror leaked and your status as an adopted child spread throughout the black market... you don’t have many places to hide.” Clarisse’s face hardened. “I can give you something.” Lysander raised his chin. “Revenge on the Cassel Group.” There was a few seconds of silence. Then a thin smile appeared on the older man’s lips—dark, slow, full of his deepest, darkest secrets. “I’m interested,” he said. “Show me that you are worthy of being an ally.” Lysander never wanted to get involved with the Vendrake and Cassel Group feud. He would only help if it was worth his while. He was a clear-thinking but dangerous man.

"I have... the exact coordinates of Vance’s secret silver mines... and his military supply routes. I know... how to break his empire." ​Lysander froze. The raw shock in his eyes shifted into a deep, dangerously dark curiosity. He lowered me slowly until my feet touched the dirt, but his hand slid up to grip my jaw possessively, tilting my face up to force my submission. ​"You're offering to betray your own Alpha?" Lysander sneered, a cruel smile forming on his lips. "What makes you think I need the help of a fragile human to crush a pathetic little pack like the Crescent?"

felt permeable. “Increase cybersecurity across all systems,” Lysander instructed. “I want every blind spot mapped and eliminated.” Adrian hesitated slightly. “There is something else.” Lysander’s expression sharpened. “Say it.” “The subsidiary under scrutiny has reported a sudden anonymous whistleblower complaint filed with regulatory authorities.” Seraphina’s pulse spiked. “About what?” “Misallocation of funds tied to philanthropic outreach.” Lysander’s jaw hardened. “The foundation initiative.” “Yes.” The philanthropic program he had launched in her honor. They were targeting it now. Targeting her. “They are trying to make compassion look corrupt,” Seraphina said quietly. Lysander rose fr

This was literally what we needed right now. “Great, we are going to be dealing with more Lycans…” “Actually, no,” Dean said, making me frown in confusion. “It is ONLY Alessandro who is the Lycan. The others are wolves only, different fathers but they all share the same mother.” I shook my head and looked at Alessandro who nodded in assurance. His words still played in my head, but I couldn’t help but find myself wondering about what he had on his mind right now. The man was the type to be quiet about what he was thinking. I have noticed that much about him, but his words about him being the devil to do the dirty work still played in my head. And for the first time, I couldn’t help but find

Even his voice seemed to be his own again. When he saw Alastair though, he blanched. Looked away hurriedly. So did Alastair. The bath from last night must have scarred them both. I couldn't help the small chuckle I let go afterward. "So, Lysander found Conan," I explained slowly to Priamos. He blinked. Blinked again and looked towards my largest mate. "Where?" "Remote village in the Alps. He is the adoptive son of a crime lord over there." Lysander explained briskly.