Red X Chloe Descendants Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I’m so proud. You deserve this. Whatever it is.” Elena felt the familiar nausea rise, sharp and sudden. Chloe’s happiness pressed against her like a bruise. “Thanks,” Elena said quietly. “It’s… a lot.” “I get it,” Chloe replied, her tone softening. “Sometimes the messy things are the best things.” She shifted, tucking her legs under herself. “Honestly, maybe it’s in the air.” Elena’s pulse spiked. “What do you mean?” Chloe tilted her head, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “I think my dad is seeing someone.”

Even though she felt the need to go to his rescue, she knew it'd be disastrous to get into a fight between her Alpha and his longtime ex-friend. "Xander_"Chloe held his collarbone location which is behind his back, the pain stings but he manages to get up thereafter. "How dare you kidnap my mate!."Xander bellowed, towering over Chloe with the little height difference and much huge and broader chest. "Yes, I get the fact that your mother's death f*vking drove you insane and made you blind to see the real truth. But you freaking dared to get my mate into this!. I could have killed you off long time ago for your odd plots revenges you do use to get back to me back then, if not for that same mat

"I’ve got work in my hands. Real, pressing work that requires a clear head. Leave the bottle if you want, but I can't do this right now." Chloe let out a sharp, mocking laugh, a sound completely stripped of any sisterly warmth as she leaned her hip against the edge of my desk. She looked down at me with a mixture of deep disdain and twisted amusement that instantly made my skin crawl. "You know, for someone with the Rider blood running through their veins—someone who literally grew up under our father’s direct wing—you are an absolute softie, Tyler," she said, her voice dripping with an abrasive, mocking edge. "You are entirely too trusting. It’s honestly pathetic to watch you scramble like

In the span of a single night, countless lives were lost, and the world was bathed in crimson, both in the sky above and on the ground below. No member of the Red Moon Pack was spared on that gruesome night. Every one of them met their demise by the order of Kain, the despicable Alpha of the Blood Hound Pack, who had them all beheaded. Chloe, the daughter of the former alpha, was not exempt from this fate. Everyone believed she perished that night, along with the rest. Everyone, except for me. Gently, I looked down at my chest, feeling the familiar warmth that resided in my heart, a profound connection that confirmed Chloe's continued existence. Not only had she survived, but she had also aw

Chloe could get angry and tell the world that I was an impure wolf, and I had to find a way to make sure she doesn't have a choice than to keep her mouth shut and until then I have to play along. After a while, Chloe strutted over to me. Her eyes burned with hatred. “You think this will last?” she said, leaning close. “You think Kael will keep you around if he finds out what you really are? An impure wolf.” “What do you want, Chloe?” She laughed. “What do I want? I’ve come to take my rightful place here.” She straightened and folded her arms. “You were never meant to be here. I was supposed to marry Kael.”

Chloe said, sparkles flashing in her eyes. "Mate!" The woman beside Richard exclaimed. She had been silent since her husband started talking, but now she was all ears. "Yes, Mother. Dominic is my mate." "And where are you from? Your pack? Your wolf?" Richard demanded. Chloe shifted uneasily. "I am from Crimson Pack. I am a black wolf, and Ethan is my... half‑brother." A short, disbelieving laugh escaped Richard. "You can't be serious, right? Another Moore from that pack."

"Let's go back to the others." Looking away with apparent disinterest, the handsome alpha with dark hair and gray eyes walked away from the dance floor toward the club's VIP area, leaving me stunned by his beauty. "Adrian? What's wrong?" "Elijah, I think I found a cock I want to jump on," I reply honestly. "I'm in love."

A visceral image flashed in her mind: a predator, fangs bared, and throat-tearing violence hidden behind a heavy mahogany door. Chloe shivered as the rhythmic clack-clack of the train tracks grounded her back in reality. She cracked the cabin door open, catching the low voices of the crew over the roar of the wind. "The Vance dynasty and the Sterling Corporation... who would have thought?" one steward muttered. "If the Vance ancestors knew they were mixing blood with beasts, they'd be clawing their way out of their graves," another spat back. "But the Sterlings are a different breed of animal. Rumor is, the eldest heir—the one Chloe is supposed to marry—is a total invalid. One foot in the gr