Three Thieves Red Blend Novels & Stories

His voice rang clear across the clearing. “From Alpha Thomas Thorne of Silver Moon Pack to the rogue alphas of Bloodmoon. You are harboring a fugitive, Lila Thorne, promised mate to Marcus Greythorne. The arranged mating must proceed to honor the alliance between our packs. Return her immediately, or your refusal will be considered an act of war.” The words landed like stones. A ripple of growls moved through the pack. Darius’s fingers dug into my back, possessive and furious. Ronan’s expression turned icy. Kade’s face remained calm, but I felt the storm through the bond, cold, controlled rage.

The mate bond between us was warm and certain across the distance. The lead representative was a woman named Casteel, mid-fifties, with the efficient precision of someone who had spent her career processing situations rather than understanding them. "Alpha Blackthorn," she said. "We received reports of a hybrid attack in this territory." "You received reports of a child in crisis," I said. "The distinction matters." She looked at me with that processing quality. "Three pack members were injured," she said.

Last I heard, he didn't have $5 to his name and was begging for handouts from mutual friends, who cut ties with him as the truth spread along the rumor mill like wildfire. I have no love in my heart for someone who's willing to do the kinds of things that he did. My club is run on a huge amount of trust, and he absolutely devastated that trust and paid a huge price for all of it. “Well, I guess he is completely destitute and decided that he would make a little extra money by selling you out to a journalist.” Blake sounds furious, and I know that he knows the reason Julius was kicked out. The one thing I can say about the circle of people that I cater to with Club Red - we may be savages in b

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.

" I thought too. How can be the Legendary Assassin were with low-class robbers. This Crimson Blade mostly worked alone and of course, the cut on the body of the victim should be spotless but seriously, for wanting to imitate— you?!" "I don't know, but maybe those geezers want me to come out from my hole." Zitrey inhaled a lot of fresh air before she added, "By the way Kate, why does the District two collaborate with you? " "Ah, that's because those robbers ran through our district. We're searching for them right now. And Zeth, go straight home this time. Don't go to the store or other places. Maybe those 'thugs' are on move once again. Also, be careful--. "

"Well, it was Cole that found her. We were visiting a pack to renew our alliance with them when we came across her. The Alpha was beating her and calling it punishments, so we took her with us and severed the alliance with the pack concerned. The next morning, we found out that she was Elijah's mate as well. You know what we are like. We don't like sharing at the best of times. Anyway, we scared her and she ran. I found her hiding. I didn't do anything but move her to another room for her to rest. I then sat down with Elijah and we agreed to share her. What we weren't expecting was when Nathan returned home from another alliance renewal to find out that he was her mate too..." "So, you and y

The sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor was the only thing keeping me grounded as I walked into the dimly lit nightclub. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars, spilled whiskey, and the unmistakable tension that always came with a gathering of men who thought they owned the world. The Volkov Club was one of the Bratva’s safe havens in New York—a place where deals were made, alliances were broken, and people disappeared without a trace.

Kade appeared at my side, blood on his sleeves, his hair slightly disheveled from combat—meaning the fight had actually entertained him. “I’ve secured the victims,” he reported, his voice flat. “They’re being loaded into buses now.” Lucien sauntered toward us, dragging a handler by the collar before slitting the man’s throat without breaking stride. “Pathetic,” he drawled. “They didn’t even beg.” “Bodies?” I said. “Already being done,” Kade replied. The flames spread faster. We had planned it that way—three days of blueprints, stolen keys, forged clearance codes, and shadow routes through the underground. I’d memorized every inch of the layout myself.

Zelda burst into the room. “Brie” she shouted I blinked. “What on earth—?” “You need to hear this!” she exclaimed, nearly bouncing with excitement. I sighed. “Can it wait?” “No! Absolutely not.” She slipped inside, shutting the door behind her, and revealed a bundle of clothes hidden under her cloak. Her eyes were wide with excitement. “The triplet Alphas of the Obsidian Fang pack are in town. Triplets, Brie And they’re, gods help me—too gorgeous for words. They’re all tall, gorgeous. They are carved like warriors out of stone. I nearly fainted just hearing about them.”