Mina Thorne Romane & Geschichten

It seemed impossible to peer inside them. “Hello, Chancellor Thorne,” Rick said. “We have Madelyn. North here as you requested.” “A moment, please. I will be out soon.” A tall, long-haired woman emerged from a blinding light. Her magenta skin tone, along with the capital H embedded on her forehead, shocked me. Her lips were succulent and full, and her body posture was flawless. She seemed like a person of authority. “Hello, child,” she said with a smile that amplified her burning magenta eyes. “I am Chancellor Thorne.”

I stepped inside—and stopped. He was standing at the far end of the main room with a tablet in one hand and a frown already in place, like he had arranged himself specifically to be the first thing I encountered and had chosen disapproval as his opening statement. Matthias Thorne. Forty years old, dressed in a plain dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, looking like the kind of man who had never wasted a single day of his life and was quietly contemptuous of anyone who had. The years had been outrageously, unfairly good to him.

I like the sound of that, but why does this woman look like she wants to murder me. I forced a smile. “I wasn’t aware I had a title.” She chuckled. “Everything has a title in this world, darling. Including the women who climb into thrones they didn’t build.” “Don’t react,” Thorne whispered through the earring. “She’s baiting you. Smile.” I smiled. It probably looks forced, but it was a smile. “And you are?” I asked sweetly. “Celine Norrington. I own the board Thorne just kicked out. I suppose we’re competitors now.”

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Uncle Logan walked into my hospital room shortly after, pulling out a tablet and tapping open a video before placing it directly in front of my eyes. On the screen, Victoria's voice sounded chillingly calm. "Regarding the widespread rumors claiming Miss Maisie Thorne is a mistress to my former fiancé, Mr. Logan Thorne—the entire narrative was fully fabricated by my own hand. Miss Maisie Thorne is Mr. Logan Thorne's biological niece, and the relationship between the two is entirely a matter of pure family kinship. Due to personal reasons, fueled by jealousy and resentment, I engineered these rumors and directed multiple individuals to propagate them across various social media platforms.

And before this night was over, Alaric intended to learn exactly why the man had tried to kidnap Rhea. The heavy steel door swung open with a muted hiss as Matt entered the access code. The corridor beyond was brightly lit and unnervingly clean. White walls stretched in both directions beneath recessed lighting, polished floors reflecting every step. Surveillance cameras blinked quietly from each corner. There were no damp walls or rusted chains, nothing like the dark warehouses people imagined in situations like this. Everything here was deliberately professional. Two security officers stationed outside a reinforced door straightened as Alaric approached. “Mr. Thorne.”

We are such a dynamic duo; I cannot wait to see what we do next. Matt and I have gone for a few runs so Trixie could meet her mate, Thorne. Thorne is so gentle with Trixie. Trixie is a bad ass and loves to run circles around Thorne. I think Thorne is so grateful to have her, he indulges her every chance he gets.