Novel & Cerita White Clad Noble Boss

He took a deep breath, then stood back up. “Intriguing.” He thought for a moment. Another man who looked similar stood next to him, not where near as big but still bigger than me. “What yea thinking boss?” he asks as he crosses his arms, eying me up and down. Ronnie smiled and raised his hands in the air, turning to the crowd. “She’s harmless, all yours.” The crowd laughed and cheered as a few of the men stepped forward. “What’s happening?” I looked at Emma for answers. She laughed, grabbing hold of my arm. “Well, you're a she-wolf. Some of these men may want you to… stay long term.” She giggled, pulling me closer to the fire.

Maybe he’s been summoned for questioning by the Liminal order, Or he has decided to choose another task. Apparently, he's a top-ranked Noble with connections; he can do that. I'll have to find him outside classes. "Professor Howard is late," Mosley notes unhappily. "Maybe they're still trying to thaw his frozen ass after your stunt yesterday," Jay shrugs. Mosley froze Professor Howard? I want to ask why, but then I spot a Noble storming towards us and square my shoulders. It's the guy from the forest yesterday. The one that got away alongside the now dead Crocotta. Apparently, he's alive and hasn't figured out that I'm going to kill him if he gets anywhere near me.

Instead, his gaze passed over everyone in the room before locking firmly onto me. “My Luna Queen,” the man said, his deep, charismatic voice striking everyone’s ears like a heavy drumbeat. “The steward elder from Neutral District said you were here attending your former pack’s Full Moon banquet. Why didn’t you send me a mind link after finishing work at the healing center? I would’ve come to pick you up.” The hall’s steward elder hurried out, sweat pouring down his face. He looked at the stunned werewolves and loudly announced, “Listen carefully! This is the Supreme Ruler of the Werewolf Alliance—the pureblood Wolf King, His Highness Lucas!”

I narrow my eyes and spot dark shapes above the trees—flying demons, ravens. They’re everywhere. Ugh! Our family is greeted by a man with neat, slicked‑back hair, dressed in a butler’s uniform. He wears a gray waistcoat over a white shirt, with a tie tucked neatly inside. A white handkerchief bearing the royal insignia—a golden wolf howling at the moon—rests in his chest pocket. He also wears white gloves, gray pants, and polished black shoes. The man bows. “Alpha High General Albert of the Howlite Pack, I am Nolan. I’ll be your family’s personal royal butler.”

​The entire hall gasped in unison as every head turned toward the entrance. ​Striding down the central aisle came Prince Leo Blackwood. He was a magnificent, intimidating figure of pure Northern power. Dressed in a midnight-blue velvet tunic embroidered with silver wolf crests, his broad shoulders were draped in a heavy dark fur mantle. At his hip hung The Moonlit Edge, its runic steel humming with a low, visible silver light. His dark hair fell over his brow, and his golden eyes burned with the lethal, unyielding flame of an Alpha warlord.

Dami glared at Shina. "Okay. So...Those identities exists. I mean those three people are real. They're the current CEO of his companies. He lives a ghost life,he lives a life that only his name is feared, nobody knows he owns all these. nobody knows his face or do you?" Shina asked everyone in the room. "No" Johnmoore replied. Everyone in the room looked at him.

"How's the situation with other Bosses?" "Some of them have already started making their move, with the guidance and backup of the Clarkson family!" Gino Yang was very well informed. He is one of the bosses, and of course another follower of the Clarkson family. "But I still feel that something is wrong." Then he turned to Louie Winston as he gulped and glanced at his legs. "In Eastblue city, the really scary one isn't Rogers Reaggan, but it's Jate Woods. Who the heck is that person? He even had the guts to offend the Clarkson family."

A burly man wearing a suit and a short, neat haircut was standing with his back to the door. Was he… guarding her? The man grabbed the doorknob, keeping her from pulling it open. His body angled enough she could see he also wore some kind of clear plastic earpiece. His glance at her was both indifferent and implacable. “The boss said that you must wait here, Miss Wilde. You’re not supposed to leave this room under any circumstances,” the guard said to her. Norah was so shocked, she let him pull the door from her lax grip and close her into Ivana’s office again. Actually, it slipped freely from her clammy hand.

he paused and smirked; “Yes, I saw him. It seems he was shot by a female companion of yours.” “Where? Where is he? Tell me!” “Get your hands off me, Young Master.” My eyes widened upon hearing the way he addressed me, and my lips trembled upon witnessing his attitude. Nevertheless, I continued to ask, “W-Where's the lad?” “I’m afraid he was fetched by his comrades.” I dropped my hands and my head couldn’t hold up anymore. “Were they wearing black and white masks?” “Indeed, they were.” He was fetched by Blacks and Whites—his own subordinates. The sniper is one of the seven bosses.

He slammed his fist against the table, shattering the whiskey glass into shards. “Enough of this cat and mouse!” he thundered, eyes blazing. “He thinks he can outsmart me? He thinks he can run forever?” The room fell silent, his men frozen under the weight of his rage. The Boss leaned forward, breathing hard, his voice dropping into a dangerous calm. “If Kroos wants to live in whispers, then we’ll drown him in them. Spread word through every corner of this city. Put a price on his head so heavy that even his shadow won’t trust him.”