Novel & Cerita Sellyn Drake

SELENA "Selena, what was that Alpha Drake saying to you earlier?" Selene asked as we walked back to the room given to us to rest for the night. After the summit was over, the building had restored the normal passage of time, and it was night already. I took Selene's hand in mine and slowly caressed it. "I don't understand." I tilted my head and fell into deep thought. "Alpha Drake has silver eyes. Exactly like ours. You know, our parents told us silver eyes are exclusive to our family so..."

My name is Selene Hartwell, and before anyone tries to guess how I ended up married to a famous Black semi-pro golfer, I will tell you the truth myself. It started the night I looked across a crowded country club and felt a pull I could not explain. I remember the exact second Harold Whitmore tapped my shoulder and introduced me to Draven Cole.

K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

Maybe it’s a dragon thing. “Ryder, my boy. I am so happy to see you escaped hell. I couldn’t see you there and I was simply being driven mad not knowing if you were okay or not.” Selene reached over and patted the back of my hand. “Yeah, it actually wasn’t so bad. Drake kept me company.” “Ah… Drake… the son of Hades. Really that boy should take Hade’s spot on the council. He has more sense than his father has ever had.” Selene looked towards Typhon as she spoke.

The type of strength required to defend yourself from an attacking predator. Her hair was cropped, and sat around her face in a halo of choppy, platinum blonde locks. And her eyes, when they were open, were impossibly blue. But my favourite feature on my little mate, was by far her rosy-pink lips. After hours of tossing and turning, Sienna had finally drifted into a deep sleep at around 2 am. The deep furrow lines around her eyes and forehead, smoothing out until she seemed completely relaxed. Her pink lips forming a small pout that begged for me to kiss her. But I resisted temptation.

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

"We already know each other. " Drake pushes to let us in, I walk past him with my head down. But what is he going to imagine now? That I'm dating his brother? I didn't even know they were brothers. But thinking back, if I had paid more attention, I would have noticed that they have the same eyes and the same nose. "Ryan you're here my darling. "Says a woman out of nowhere with a pink apron around her kidneys looking like Bree Van De Kamp.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.