Regulus Black Timothee Chalamet Novels & Stories

She was holding his arm tightly as if she was afraid he would disappear. Leon stepped forward until he was standing right in front of me. I could feel the bond between us pulling, like an invisible thread tying my heart to his. It hurt just to stand near him. He looked down at me and for a moment neither of us spoke. Then he said in a loud and clear voice so everyone could hear: “I, Leon Maxwell, future Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack, reject Anya Taylor as my fated mate. From this moment on, she means nothing to me and I claim no bond with her.”

I gasp " Congratulations Ms Brahms " I gushed out and smile. " Why thank you Callum. How was your summer ? " She asks as she arranges a few books on her table. " It was fun filled and very memorable " I say quickly with my eyes constantly glancing towards the guy who wouldn't raise his head up. I'm more curious now, Are you a robot mister? " Callum this is Liam, Liam Scott, " She says. Scott, is that British I spot, it had better be

he calls her quietly. Regar's feelings seem to be tingled at Megan's condition which is unable to hide her sadness, although he also knows that she is Luna from an Alpha Eden. Regar also laughs at himself in a heart that willingly travels for miles in just one day to reveal about Helena. But what else, if not in Stakhvold, he could not have met Megan in Jazmore. Eden never allowed him. ♤♤♤

His eyes lingered on me, and a flicker of guilt and regret flashed across his eyes. It felt as though, at that moment, he recalled all he had done, all because of Anita. His next words confirmed my suspicion. “Why are you helping me, Ceres? I had broken your trust, hurt you in ways I could never undo. Yet here you are, offering me the very thing I needed, without hesitation.” “I am not doing it for you! I am doing it for Luna Benita and Alpha Charles,” I snapped coldly. He looked up at me, his eyes now smoldering with intensity. His voice dropped, full of raw emotion. “I understand, Ceres. Let’s remarry. This time… I will never fail you. You have my word.”

Evan holds Bella's hand under the table to keep her from getting nervous. Bella smiles gratefully at him, feeling comforted by his presence. As they eat, the conversation flows easily between them. "Tell me about yourself, Bella," Timothy asked. "I'm from Santa Mir, and I'm studying for my BBA at Arendelle Business School thanks to a scholarship. My father was a sheriff in the past. He is now in a wheelchair after an accident that required the amputation of his leg. As a child, my mom passed away from cancer, leaving my dad to raise me. I am appreciative of the chance to further my studies and bring honor to my father."

Cayden did the same and Hall went quiet. The Curate looked from me to Cayden and then he stretched both his hands slightly apart and gestured at us. He looked at Cayden. “We commence…. Do you, Your Majesty, Alpha Cayden Hunter, take Her Majesty, Queen Isla Canmore, as your Mate, to love and uphold, to defend and cherish?” He asked Cayden. Cayden turned to look at me and I looked at him also so that we made eye contact. He smiled beautifully at me and I smiled back warmly, but then he suddenly winked and looked back at the Curate, leaving me amused.

Let him know how much I loved him. My steps became faster and faster as if I was going to run in the next second. I finally walked through the long aisle and stood next to Alex. I raised my head, looked at his face, and calmed my breath. “Alex Troy, Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack, whether in health or illness, rich or poor, are you willing to hold Rebecca Swan's hands, respect and love her, until death separates you?” The priest looked at our fingers intertwined and coughed awkwardly.

I blinked them away, refusing to let this moment spiral. That’s when I heard the click of the suite door. Footsteps. Calm. Measured. I turned—and there he was. Calvin Riego. Still shirtless. Black leather pants hanging low on his hips. His hair slightly tousled and jawline defined with that same smug perfection it had last night. Only now, under sunlight, he looked even more unreal. His muscled abs and set chest were works of art, sculptured into perfection. “I figured you’d be awake,” he said, his voice smooth and low like morning jazz. His bronze skin glinted in the morning sun.“You always had the kind of eyes that wouldn't sleep for long.”