Novel & Cerita Runaway Nico

"I have to fake my death." If I ran away alive, I'd disgrace the entire pack. Even if Caesar decided to let me go, Miron and the elders never would. Death—at least the illusion of it—was my only way out. But before I disappeared, there was one last thing I needed to do. I went to find Caesar. "I need to see him," I told the guard. "Apologies," said one of Celine's servants, voice dripping with disdain. "Miss Celine and the Alpha are not receiving visitors." He dragged out Caesar's title deliberately.

Typed a message fast. Me: “Marco just left. I want a tail on him. Discreet. You know how he is.” Three dots appeared almost immediately. Nico: “Got it. Black BMW. Headed toward Lakeshore. I’ll follow.” I smirked. Nico was good, at least that was what he claimed. Former street rat with the instincts of a fox and the loyalty of a wolf. I’d saved his ass in Kansas City, and ever since, he’d been mine. Quietly and off the books. The way I liked it. The way Ralph had mentioned.

“Yes, Nico! If you have a plan, you should tell it to me now, because I’ve got nothing and apparently me continuing on the current path is going to ruin everyone’s lives. So!? What else have you got?” He watches me carefully for a moment and then leans forward, his eyes locked on mine. “You should run, Iris,” he says softly, like it’s a secret. My mouth drops open. “You should run as far, and as fast as you can, and not tell anyone where you went. Don’t say goodbye to Christian. Or to Frankie. Just go, and don’t ever come back.” I stare at him, appalled at the idea. “And if you decide you want to be sensible,” Nico murmurs, still holding my gaze. “I’ll help you escape.”

Running as if it was nothing, every leaf I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. That thing happened countless of times already. In my tribe, some even says it as joke. A thrill of chasing to make every mate’s bond stronger. How funny, this may be the first ever occurrence of an Alpha, running away in his own wedding.

Bruno was like a second father to him. It hurts Nico to see the older man go. But he can not let the older man’s trespass slide. What he did was betrayal. It was Nico’s non-negotiable. Nico carefully slid the comforter off his body and sat on the edge of the bed. “Yeah. He is going back to Sicily.” He replied before rising from the bed and walking naked out of the bedroom so as not to disturb Kara. They talked some more. Nico asked about Rebecca, and Evan reported that Rebecca has been staying at the Castiliogne Villa.

“What happened to you? Who brought you home like this? Why are you all drenched? The question stung. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could utter a word—- “MAAAYAAAAAAAAA!” Nico’s voice sliced through the air like a blade. He ran out from the building, his little hands dramatically thrown in the air, his lower lip wobbled in what was clearly a rehearsed cry. “She didn’t come to pick me up!” he wailed loudly, pointing at me like he was announcing a crime. “I waited and waited and she never showed up! I thought something happened to her but she didn’t come!”

A dull thud came from the back as Teo rolled into the footwell. “What the hell, Nic? Animal in the road?” I asked, scanning the dark, snowy asphalt. Nic was gripping the wheel so hard the leather was groaning. He looked completely out of it. “Sorry. I… I can’t focus,” Nic whispered. “My Noir is screaming. He wants to hit 140 and get back to the Estate. It’s like a magnetic pull. I can’t fight it.” “Is that what happened to Teo?” I asked. Teo nodded weakly from the back.

“Take Eliana back to the packhouse. I'll go and visit the man's family and break the news. Wait for me and Enzo in my office. I shouldn't be too long.” Nico nodded, his eyes not leaving his fallen friend. When he eventually tore his eyes away, he glanced at me without saying a word and then walked back toward the car park. Taking the hint, I practically ran after him, trying to ignore the lace panties which were reaching new heights down below. Nico opened the passenger door of his simple car, not waiting for me to climb in before he walked around the car and climbed into the driver's seat. I shut the for door behind me and Nico put his foot on the accelerator, driving in awkward silence bac

And Anas' eyes were bright and clear as they met. "Nicoli-" Her little hand reached for him expectantly. As they had the other times before. Her lips broke into a hardy smile. But Nicoli did not smile. He didn’t reach back. No, he was a coward. He turned and ran. He was running, running so fast and hard that his heart was beating through his chest. He pushed his feet hard into the slippery snow. His mind spinning as if desperate to get away as soon as possible. Was fear? Shock?

I knew that scream so well, and the memories that I associated with them didn't waste any time showing themselves. The memories of my family that I have always tried not to think of. I felt myself lean further against Nico, wrapping his jacket tighter against me as I shifted my gaze towards him. "How did you know the signs that he was going to run?" I asked. Nico looked away from the scene and down at me. The look on his face told me that he noticed my sudden discomfort. "I've... been alive for a long time," he said I decided to try and keep my mind occupied with this conversation.