Soren Mcsm Novels & Stories

Hi, I’m here, a message from Soren read, and Misha’s heart automatically raced. “He’s here,” she told her family while still looking at her phone. “I’ll let him in,” Jaden said as he stood up. “No, I’ll do it,” Misha said and bolted upward. She rushed out towards the main door and opened it. And there, outside their small fence, Soren stood, looking at her, smiling, looking a bit more handsome than when she first saw him. He wore a gray short sleeve polo and denim pants. Was it just her or he seemed happy to see her? And Misha wanted to blush just by looking at him as she immediately remembered her dream where she and Soren were furiously having sex. And she knew that the job of forgetting t

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

"Kael Soren. CEO of Kronos Holdings. A pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Vance." A pleasure. The words are meaningless, polite. But in his mouth, in the way his green eyes capture mine, they become an obscene promise, a furtive intimacy flung down like a challenge in broad daylight. My stomach clenches. I nod, just as formally. "Mr. Soren. The pleasure is all mine. Let's get down to business."

Finding Mr. Scar has always been easy for Soren because the man made it so. By the time Soren arrives at the alpha's private penthouse, he can barely breathe properly; his eyes have a touch of redness to them; his lips are cracked while the rest of his face goes pale; his body shakes and he hugs himself around himself in a pathetic attempt to keep himself warm.

I asked as he turned to leave. His steps halted. His body stiffened, but he turned and bowed. “Excuse my manners, Luna. I am Soren, Alpha Lieutenant and right hand of the Alpha.” “Hm.” I nodded, and without further words, he was gone. His scent was that of an Alpha, but not as dominant as Kael’s. Exhaustion tugged at me, my body begging for rest. Still, I wanted to freshen up first. Without another thought, I stepped into the bathroom.

I quickly got into a stance, poised to attack. It took a second to recognize the scent in the air. I sighed exhaustedly as I lowered my dagger. "I've warned you a thousand times to stop sneaking up on me like that, Soren. One day, I might just cut you." Soren, my Beta, let out a laugh, his dreadlocks tied up, and amber eyes glinting in the dark. He was an inch or two shorter than me but possessed lean, lithe muscles that barely seemed obvious from his outfit.

"I was just trimming the dead leaves, sir." "Soren," he corrects, pushing off the doorframe and walking deeper into the room. He doesn't circle me. He doesn't invade my space. He stops a respectful distance away, taking a sip of his drink. "We're not big on 'sir' in here unless Cassiel is in one of his moods. And even then, it’s usually 'your highness' or some nonsense." I risk a glance at his face. His eyes are blue, but unlike Cassiel’s cold, Arctic ice, Soren’s are the color of the ocean on a sunny day… They're clear and bright,

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”