Red X Chloe Descendants Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"My grandma! Died out of unleashing her anger on dad, every single day, I won't want that for you." Chloe cleared the couch and helped him sit. "You can leave the duo to fight for company and give it to whoever you want later," Chloe advised. Julian grinned at this, "I can tell you are also from our class, which family are you from?" "Oh, I thought it was written in the contract," Chloe stared at Zach to which he shrugged his shoulders. "Well I am Chloe Thomas," Julian gasped in shock at this. "You mean John Thomas's daughter?" He asked and Chloe nodded her head.

“I searched and searched but after years of disappointment I finally gave up. For a while I was okay with not having a mate, not having a family but as I get older I realise that I can’t run this pack alone and certainly not forever. The pack needs a Luna. We need hope that there is a future…” Chloe knew what Nathaniel really meant. He needed an heir to continue his family’s dynasty and he had chosen her to be his baby maker. She groaned, trying to move herself away from the Alpha. The closeness of his body was too much, his scent making her stomach turn. Her attempts to escape backfired though as she found herself backing up into the bed. The edge of the mattress hit the back of her knees,

**Chapter 93: Summer Heat** The summer sun blazed over Eldridge City, turning the skyline into a shimmering mirage. Chloe stood in the private infinity pool at the estate, water cascading over her generous curves as she floated lazily. Her one-piece swimsuit — custom-designed in deep crimson — hugged her heavy breasts and soft belly while accentuating the wide flare of her hips and thick thighs. She felt powerful, desired, and completely in control. The Paris launch had been a resounding success, but the ripples from Damien Cross’s growing boldness continued to spread.

"We both know this has nothing to do with being nice. This is about you marking your territory, plain and simple." Her nostrils flared. "Can you blame me? The way you've been fawning over that...that nobody? Flaunting her in front of everyone like some kind of trophy?" Red filled my vision. I had to physically restrain myself from shaking her. "You watch your mouth. Claire is not a nobody. She's the woman I love, the woman I'm going to marry. You'd do well to remember that." Chloe flinched back like I'd slapped her. For a moment, she just gaped at me, eyes glassy with shock and a deeper emotion I refused to name.

Chris said with a grin, “Uncle Nial, Chloe is Cabbage. Daddy isn’t lying. Chloe is naturally sensitive to medicine, and that’s why she’s so clever. Don’t doubt her. I saw her taming the snakes and extracting the ME substance from their bodies.” “Uncle, I truly am Cabbage,” Chloe chimed in sincerely. “Do you need anything?” When Nial saw the sincere look in Chloe’s eyes, he finally believed this absurd truth. Instantly he felt his heart plunging from heaven to hell. The sexy, intelligent goddess he held dear…was this little girl?!

Chloe, who was once just an outcast Omega from the Bloodmoon Pack, now stood tall wearing an elegant black silk dress, holding a glass of red wine made by their own elite French estate. A pair of sturdy arms encircled her slender waist from behind. The aroma of cedarwood and musk that was very characteristic of the Alpha King, Alexander Sterling, immediately calmed his wolf instincts. "You look like you're thinking about something else, my Queen," Alexander whispered, his voice husky and deep, kissing the curve of Chloe's neck lightly. "Is the destruction of Julian's rebel enclaves in mortal Europe not enough to satisfy your revenge?"

And if push came to shove, Mila would obliterate these Keplins, Rivera, Lapiz, Brown, Jones with a flick of her hand. “When you went through the Martin kingdom, Jones kingdom and Brown kingdom, did you feel anything? Did you smell anything? Felt hungry?” Arthur asked, digressing from Chloe’s rant. “Smell? Hunger?” Chloe asked seriously. And then her expressions cleared up suddenly. “Oh, Arthur Collins, is it what I think it is?” Chloe laughed. “What?” Arthur asked innocently. “You are trying to find me a mate!” Chloe exclaimed. “Oh my god, I am so stupid. You think that if I find a mate, I would be drawn to him, and you will be free. Then you will not be held accountable, isn’t it?”

She let the pause stretch, then added with a soft laugh, “Still, I admire your bravery. Coming back now… hoping one of them might overlook your bloodline and give you a second chance? Bold, really. Almost cute.” Chloe took a step closer, her smile curling. “I’m the pureblood alpha daughter. I’ve been training for this since I could walk. You’re just… a leftover. A reminder of a mistake. You’re not meant to be here.” I swallowed hard, the words hitting deeper than she knew. “What about Adrian? Didn’t you just work so hard to get him?” My voice came out softer than I planned. Even after everything, Adrian was the one bright spot in all this darkness, the one person I thought might anchor me to

I asked, already knowing the answer would be very dramatic. Chloe Rivers, my best friend since forever is a 5'7 petite redhead. She's almost two years older than me just like my siblings Ryder and Reena. She has big brown eyes that take most of her small round face, a cute button nose and perfectly rounded rosy lips. She's the most bubbly person I've ever met and she's an only child to the Gamma of my pack, The Raven Claw Pack. "Reena and her crew were totally dissing Emily's outfit in the cafeteria," Chloe said, barely containing her giggles. "I mean, who does that? And then, Rachel joined in, and it was like a competition to see who could be the most brutal."

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw a figure standing in front of me. A stunning red silk dress. Curls like golden waves. She was beautiful, like a bloodthirsty pixie. Chloe. The daughter of the Red Rock pack's Alpha. And in her hand was a gleaming pair of silver scissors. My body went rigid. My heart dropped. What was this? Some kind of sick ritual? A cruel joke? I turned my head to ask Damon. His arms tightened around me like a vise. Then the crushing weight of his Alpha command slammed down, pinning me in place. I couldn't move.