Novel & Cerita Mina Thorne

He reached out and held my chin—not gently, just firm fingers tilting my face up like I was something he was inspecting. Every muscle in my body locked. "Do not waste my time," he said. "Sloane Thorne. First daughter of Beta Aldric Thorne of the Silvercrest Pack." The bottom dropped out of my stomach. No. No no no… I kept my face completely still. Raised one eyebrow like he'd said something mildly interesting. "I'm Gaya Morrison. And I don't know what gibberish you're…" His hand left my chin and closed around my throat. Everything became very small very fast.

"Why are you so quiet, anyway? You're usually full of stories and jokes." Thorne's eyes gleamed with a mysterious light. "I'm simply enjoying the peace and serenity of your company, Amia. Besides, I believe in letting the observer speak. Actions often reveal more than words." I paused, my eyes meeting his. "And what have my actions revealed to you?" Thorne stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "They've revealed a strong, independent woman who is passionate about her craft. A woman who isn't afraid to stand up for herself and who possesses a beauty that goes far beyond the surface."

“Who?” Dr. Thorne hesitated, then pulled up an old, cracked tablet from his satchel and swiped through until a faded image filled the screen. It showed a young woman, not older than twenty-five, with dark curly hair and eyes like sharpened ice. There was something eerie about her gaze, like she was seeing more than anyone else. “Her name,” Thorne said slowly, “was Evelina Thorne. She was my cousin. Brilliant. Beyond brilliant. But also… unhinged. She believed resonance wasn’t just science. She thought it was prophecy.”

Emerging from the thick smoke, the woman who should have been reduced to ashes twenty years prior stood with terrifying grace. Marguerite de Montfort, clad in black tactical gear and possessing eyes as cold as polar ice, stepped over the rubble as though she were the very mistress of death itself. “You have your mother’s eyes, Liora,” Marguerite’s voice echoed, smooth yet sharp as a razor’s edge. “But sadly, you also inherited her foolishness the belief that a Thorne’s love could shield you from the destiny written in your very blood.” In another corner of the cavern, Mavric Thorne lay trapped beneath the wreckage of a stone pillar.

“Yeah, I guess,” “We talking about Mateball?” Kairos and Maximus snapped their heads up to look at the door to Kairos’s room. Lounging against the door frame was Thorne. His bleach blonde hair had been freshly washed and toned. It stood out against his deep olive skin. He wore thick black rimmed glasses over his honey-gold eyes. “Yeah,” Kairos said. “You going? You taking History of Wolves or The Last Great Queen this year?” “Har, har,” Thorne rolled his eyes. “I’m taking no one. Unlike you two, I’m trying to not piss off the Queen.”

Except Thorne's face looked like he'd swallowed glass. "Thorne…" I choked out, but he wasn't finished. "I choose instead Vivian Clearwater, daughter of Council Elder Clearwater, as my mate and Luna of this pack." A beautiful blonde stepped forward from the crowd, her smile sharp as broken glass. Vivian. Of course it was Vivian. She climbed the platform like she owned it, her designer dress probably costing more than my family made in a year. She took Thorne's hand, the one that had just been holding mine.

she says in a quiet voice. “Good, we are getting somewhere. Now where was I – oh yes, I was the toughest and bravest warrior Golden Moon Pack had. And one day I met my beautiful mate, Maria. She was stunning Kate and kind, so kind to everyone. And after a year we had a pup – a little girl named Ella. She was as beautiful as her mother,” I say losing myself for a moment down memory lane. Shaking myself, I realize I can’t afford to get too caught up in the past, I have revenge on my mind.

Josh was standing by the large mahogany doors of the lecture hall, looking breathtakingly handsome as usual, surrounded by his political aides. He was actually my senior by two years, a 500-level Computer Engineering student. Intelligent, wealthy, famous. His girlfriend Ada is the "Queen NUAT"—tall, dark-skinned, and curvy, with high cheekbones and a look that could draw blood. She was in her finals studying Management and Accounting.

Everything screams Thorne, intense, brooding, commanding, and extra. I spy double doors at the end of the hall and as I push them open, I'm hit with the best smell ever, breakfast. And there he is. Thorne Wintermere. At the stove. Flipping bacon and eggs like it's just another day in his absurdly perfect life. Totally. Fucking. Shirtless.