Savannah Reed Lps Novelas e Histórias

"What are they calling me?" Darius finally let out a short laugh. "The Savage Luna." I froze. I stared at him, my mouth dropping open slightly. I was completely dumbfounded. "The what?" I asked, my voice flat. "The Savage Luna," Darius repeated, and this time he didn't even try to hide his grin. "People are talking about the way you handled Rydan. They’re saying you didn't just kill him, you ended a whole era with total brutality. They saw the way you stood between two Alphas and told them both to back off. They think you're a force of nature, Lyra."

“You should check.” I grab the phone, still knotted deep inside her warmth. The message from Maddox makes ice flood my veins. Urgent. Savannah just went live. She’s at the southern border with fifty rogues and three Architect strike teams. Demanding we hand over Callum in twenty-four hours or she burns everything. Below it is the video link. I click play. Savannah’s face fills the screen, eyes burning with pure hatred. Flames rage behind her. “Tick tock, Alpha Byrne,” she sneers. “Your hybrid freak or your pack. Choose.”

There was one of Mason being hauled out like a broken piece of gear, and another of him being rushed into the emergency wing of the medical center. The familiar, sharp-featured face next to him belonged to Savannah Blake. I hadn't seen her in weeks, but I noticed her outfit was even more provocative and revealing than usual. If Mason hadn't been targeted by the collectors, she likely would have spent the night celebrating her 'victory' over me in some luxury suite. I closed the news app and checked my private messages. There was a text from Isabella Reed: [Collins! I almost ended up in Tyler Dawson's bed last night! Dammit! We were right on the edge of the endgame when my heat-cycle hit out

I understood why immediately: he didn't know how far he could go talking about Savannah's treacherous behavior without triggering me. I waved him on. “It's fine. Continue.” He nodded and turned back to the laptop. After accessing her mail, he opened up the most recent one sitting in the trash folder and opened it. “This one. This one has everything we need to know. She had been in contact with Sloane for months, not long after Rayne's arrival here. And, just like I had suspected, she and Reynold were behind the first attack on Rayne, as well as the subsequent kidnapping attempt when they found out she had survived. Savannah was the one leaking information to them.”

Savannah was sitting on the couch, rubbing her baby bump softly while watching Liam play with his toy cars on the carpet. Adrian had gone out for a quick meeting, promising to return before lunch. The house was quiet and peaceful, until her phone beeped. She smiled a little, thinking it was Adrian checking up on her. But when she opened the message, her heart froze. **Nathaniel:** *“So it’s true, Savannah. Liam is my son.”* Her hand began to shake. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. The words on the screen looked blurry. Her chest tightened as tears filled her eyes.

Savannah reassured him, then leaned in and whispered a few more words. It was only then that Lucas's eyes gleamed with a cruel, sinister light. "In that case, this plan is impressive enough to catch me off guard." Savannah added a few more words, then concluded, “If the plan moves quickly, I think it won’t be long before you gain control over Theodore’s key projects.” She giggled, eyes gleaming with cruelty. Lucas swirled the wine lazily in his glass, his gaze detached. “I think I might have one more surprise for your plan.”

Observing the same, Evan excused himself, walking Lexi to one corner of the conference room. As for Alexander’s party, they sat back at the table and invited Madison. They exchange words, chatting about Madison’s daughter and Alexander’s next games. Out of nowhere, Madison suggested, “I think I remember you. You are a tennis player, right?” Politely, Savannah answered, “Yes, I am.” “I think I saw one of Alex’s posts. You were in Ireland together? You both milked cows together?” Madison asked. “Uh, yes.” Savannah smiled brightly and explained, “My father owns a cow milking farm.”

The thought brought a spark of interest to her otherwise guarded demeanor. The woman with the smile spoke first. "Buenas noches. My name is Savannah, and this is Lina." She gestured to her companion, who remained impassive. "May we come in?" Lucia eyed them warily, but curiosity got the better of her. "Who are you?" she asked, her tone laced with suspicion. Savannah’s smile widened slightly, her eyes glinting with something Lucia couldn’t quite place. "I’m one of the top executives at SGH."

Savannah Pack Sophie Savannah, a 25-year-old pack doctor yawned as she shut the clinic pantry room door carefully, aware of her two colleagues, both of whom were on a nightly shift in the clinic. Her phone rang as she approached the receiving room with a slice of toast in one hand and her large purse in the other. She'd been at the clinic for nineteen hours and was on the verge of collapsing. Werewolf or not, a creature without sleep is useless, she thought to herself.