Throttled Lauren Asher Characters Novels & Stories

she was looking at him in fear. Lauren Serrano 's brain could not react at all. How could it be Dominic Thompson ? It's Atlas Harrison 's big brother! Lauren Serrano turned her head in panic to look for Atlas Harrison , but she found that Atlas Harrison was sitting in the guest's seat, smiling gently at her. This made her very depressed. "I don't know, you were so eager to become my woman. I'll give you this chance. " Dominic Thompson 's deep, magnetic voice carried a hint of teasing.

Nodding at them they opened the door. I looked at Arina. "You don't have to do this," I told her. As she embraced me, she kissed my cheek. My Lycan purred at the touch of her lips against mine. We entered the room grabbing each other's hands. After entering the room we found Eleni at the far end of the wall, chained in silver preventing her from shifting.

“Naya… what he did to you…” I turned my face away. “Don’t.” “Naya—” “I said don’t,” I snapped. He could read minds?? Damm Fae magic why didn't he read it all the while I was in the Castle? And that was when Asher moved. He was beside me in a blink, a wall of heat and fury. His arm brushed mine, grounding me, but his glare was all teeth. “She said don’t,” he growled. Arlo looked at him, eyes flashing. “She doesn’t need you to speak for her.”

“I’ve been trying to reach you for a while now. I’m sorry. I figured you were on the plane back. It’s just… I really want to talk to you.” “I’m here. Talk to me.” I’m trying my best not to demand she just lay it on me. whatever has happened must be pretty bad if it’s got her feeling this way. “Are you okay though? Please tell me you’re safe.” “It’s Lauren Thanos,” she cries out. “She’s dead.” “What?” I grip my phone tighter. “How did she? Fuck. When?” “Today. At the Delta house. After the election. She jumped out a window and crashed to her death.”

Asher’s molten amber eyes scan the terrified faces of the Mercer family before resting on Grayson’s bloodied head. "You have five seconds to clear your filth from this hall, Grayson," Asher rumbles, his voice low, gravelly, and vibrating directly against my spine. "Or I will tear your spine out and present it to my Luna as a footstool." Lorraine Mercer screams, rushing forward with two bodyguards to drag her groaning, broken son away from Asher's feet. They scurry back into the shadows like terrified rats, dragging Grayson through the side exits of the Blackthorn Grand Hall.

Mabilis niyang sinuri ang sitwasyon, his gaze flicking from Thalia’s bleeding arm to her mother. Lisa froze, nanginginig ang mukha niya nang makita si Asher na nakatayo doon, at ang presensya niya ay malakas pa rin tulad ng dati. Agad siyang bumagsak sa kanyang mga tuhod, fake tears streaming down her face. "I didn’t mean to!" she sobbed, her voice shaking. "It just slipped—" Asher’s face remained emotionless as he walked straight to Thalia, taking her wrist and pulling her toward him. "We’re leaving," he said, his voice as firm as steel.

she insisted, her tone unwavering. Undeterred by Henrietta's stubbornness, George pressed on, determined to sway her stance. "Think about Killian, Henrietta. Is driving him to the brink of despair truly worth it?" he implored/. "We must put an end to this feud." Lauren strolled in with an air of nonchalance, her presence an unexpected twist in the unfolding drama. As Lauren entered the room, her presence seemed to command attention, her demeanor laced with an air of authority. "I have news," she announced, her tone betraying a hint of urgency.

It's either she decided not to notice the presence of the Abishai or she is just ignorant of his title. "Where is everyone?" I direct the question that has been lingering in my heart to her. She sighs, her smile gradually fading off and a stoic look masking her face, "A lot has happened the past two days, Lina, really terrible things. Asher isn't around, he went out of town on a trip. Caleb went with him but the duo had an accident and the later didn't survive it. Asher is still receiving treatments. Luna has been terribly sick since last two days. Her case is getting worst and the werewolf doctor says she might not survive it, " Come again.

Behind me, Kaelthorn murmured softly. “That’s debatable,” I muttered. Kaelthorn chuckled under his breath. “Fair enough.” But his presence at my back was reassuring, a shield of dry humor and silent watchfulness. And then, before I could catch my breath— Lauren Crowhurst glided toward me with her entourage of perfumed loyalists, each one dressed like a glittering dagger. She smiled. No, she smirked. Like a serpent deciding which part of you to swallow first. “Lady Evelara,” she said sweetly, dripping fake courtesy. “What an unexpected appearance.”