روايات وقصص ضمن Vanessa Pack

She was taller than me and she radiated an aura of power that made my wolf cower inside me. “I am Vanessa Langford,” she said, tilting her chin up. “Declan’s future wife and the future Luna of this pack. And you… you are nothing. A mistake left over from a traitorous bloodline.” My heart pounded but I refused to look away. “I’m not interested in your husband-to-be,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “You can have him.” Vanessa’s eyes flashed with rage. “And yet, here you are, trying to charm him.”

And then, with a triumphant smile, Vanessa Crane pushed her way through the crowd. Beautiful, powerful, politically well-connected—Vanessa was the daughter of the Alpha of our strongest allied pack. She wore a dress in the ceremony's colors, and when she reached Damien's side and slipped her hand into his, I understood this wasn't just a rejection. It was an exchange.

Perhaps it wasn't just the silence that swallowed him that left him in such a state—but also the grim expression that stained even her groggy state—that scratched the wrong spot. The Lavender Dress she had worn the day previous sat tossed to the side, near the bag that held various other articles of clothing. It caused Jasper to contemplate the way the colour made her skin look—like a pond almost, reflecting a sunset like the blush that pondered her cheeks. The thought only made the hot water on a burn situation even more prominent, and left him with regret.

Opening the door just as I stepped before it, Zaika was grinning at me. "Come in and tell me about this Vossler guy again," he said softly. Narrowing my eyes at his jest I exhaled in frustration. "I have explained this many times. Vossler is one of the original Dire Wolf kings and the last one still alive of the throuple between Madeline and the vampire Greyson. Our father is one of his descendants," I stated in exasperation. Laughing lightly, Zaika put his arm around my shoulders and led me to his balcony.

They were so wrong and I was going to prove that to them. "Vanessa," I said sternly and she looked at me quickly. "Y-yes, Luna?" "I need you to tell me everything you know about this pack. Everything." Vanessa looked at me with baby blue eyes and stuttered with her head bowed, "Y-you don't need to feel embarrassed as you're the Luna. No one will mistreat you. One word from you to them is an order but I.." I understood. If she told me everything that was happening in the pack, she would be mistreated for it, if they found out she was responsible for spilling those secrets.

"Negative. Hold the territory. If Derek was working with others inside the pack, they might move while our forces are divided. Watch for anyone acting unusual. Anyone making calls. Anyone disappearing for unexplained intervals." "Understood." She paused. "Theo. The USB drive. What was on it?" "Information about Neah. Enough to make her a target for anyone who wants to exploit what her blood can do." Another pause. Longer this time. When Vanessa spoke again her voice was different. Quieter. More human. "Then you bring her back. Whatever it takes. She's pack. Even if she doesn't believe it yet." The line went dead. I filed that away too. Vanessa calling Neah pack. Not competition. Not threat.

Vanessa returned to her room. She freshened up and wore a black T-shirt with black trousers. She grabbed her bike’s key that was on the table before she left her room and went outside. As soon as she put on her helmet and climbed on her bike, she rode it toward the gates, after which the security guard opened the gates for her. …. Cassandra had arrived outside the Triple Union company with officer Ricky by her side. A broad smirk appeared on her face as she entered the company before her.

I could take her down with my eyes closed and one hand tied behind my back. Vanessa hid behind Liam. “Foolish,” she lilted, eyeing me suspiciously over her shoulder. “Don’t you want to know what’s going on with your pack? I know a lot. It would be unwise for you to hurt me when I could tell you whatever you want.” My eyes narrowed, and I leaned back a little. “What have you done to my pack?” I demanded. Vanessa laughed slyly, her eyes glinting with malice.

Vanessa couldn't hide her delight when she saw him at the door. "Adrian! What brings you here?" He didn't have time for small talk. "Vanessa. About the envelope you took from Selene. Are you absolutely certain those were pack secrets?" She blinked. "I. I don't know." He worked to keep his voice level. "You didn't even know what was inside, and you accused her of leaking pack documents?" She didn't even look ashamed. "I never went to school. How was I supposed to know what was on those papers? And anyway. She admitted to it herself, didn't she?"

No, these steps were deliberate, getting closer with every click. I glanced over my shoulder and immediately groaned internally. Vanessa. And her crew. Vanessa always looked like she’d just stepped off a magazine cover, even when she was just walking down the street to terrorize people. Today, it was a sleek black crop top with some faint shimmer, paired with leather pants that looked like they had been sewn directly onto her body. Her heeled boots clicked as she walked, her dark hair flowing behind her like she was some kind of movie villain.