Henry Winter Romane & Geschichten

“You don’t have to worry, Martha. Nothing bad is going to happen. Besides, Henry is there to protect me.” “If you say so.” She relented. “I’ll retire to the kitchen now.” “Okay.” I smiled at her and turned back to the mirror as she left the bedroom. As Martha closed the door, Henry stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Steam curled over his toned shoulders as he dried his hair with a smaller towel. Henry had the build of a Greek god. Even though he was in his early thirties, it didn’t take away from his handsome looks.

I stole your daughter's mom. Kyle leaned in with a cheeky grin. Behind me, I soon heard the sound of my daughter accidentally knocking over a cup. "Exactly." I calmly reached out and stopped him from coming inside. "You know very well your mother can only be stolen." Kyle's expression darkened instantly. "What did you just say, you idiot?" He raised his fist high. But when I saw the thing hanging around his neck, my pupils constricted. "What is that? How do you have that?" "Owen Duncan, what are you trying to do?"

The Grand Assembly Hall had emptied slowly, leaving behind a strange, echoing quiet. The lesser spirits had faded back into the crystalline veins of the walls, their final glow leaving faint trails of silver and gold that lingered like promises. The judgment had been delivered — House Winter would retain stewardship of the manor, but only on the condition that the path of healing and balance continued to be walked openly. It was not a complete victory. It was a chance. A fragile, hard-won beginning.

Zahra's POV Henry joins us a few minutes later. “Hi, ladies,” he says, his deep voice rumbling slightly as he drops down on the lounger beside me. When he stands to take off his shirt, I can’t help but look. I’ve seen Henry shirtless plenty of times around the pool at the academy. He’s strong, like most male wolves, and as an Elite warrior he’s incredibly well-built. He doesn’t have the sheer size of the Alpha wolves like Xander or Lucas, but he’s still an impressive specimen. He’s attractive too — I’ve often thought his smile, in particular, is rather distracting.

Tristan asked, shocked. “Kai is Eternal, like you all. The threat will never end so we must stay with you.” Moon said. “Tris, this is the last time, man!” Kit started walking away. Rex looked confused, but that was his ‘resting wolf face’. “Who are you talking about?” Rex asked, innocently. “Winter had this very same decision to make with a few wolves a while back. He told Tristan that was the last time he was to adopt wolves into the pack without his approval.” Kit laughed at Tristan’s face and high picked objection that followed.

Instead, I smiled. "Karen Hunter, Mr Wilde's new assistance." I introduced myself, and he smiled. " Robert Wilson, Wilde's stylist," he said and shook my hand. "I love your haircut. It suits your face. I hope we get to hang out sometime?" Robert winked, handed me his card and he walked away. I hurried to Oscar's office to wait for him. Unfortunately for me, he was already there, and he wasn't pleased to see me. "You are late, Hunter," He said in a very condescending tone.

"How'd you get in here?" "The door was unlocked and I stole Mr.Byers key last year." Mr.Byers was one of the janitors. "How did you?" "Mr.Fletcher gave me the key last year for a project, I never gave it back." I told him bluntly before turning and looking back out the window. "It's the best time of the year, you know, when the ground is covered with snow but not so much snow that you can't walk through it without your socks getting wet." Dallas spoked softly as he slowly started walking towards me. My back was towards him.

He reached over, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as he gently brushed at the stain. "Camelia?" Henry’s voice called out suddenly. Jackson’s arms dropped from my shoulders. "Thank you," I whispered to Jackson. Henry’s eyes narrowed. "I thought you’d left already. Didn't know you were still here... with someone." His gaze shifted to Jackson, and I could practically feel the tension in the air. "He's a classmate... and a colleague," I said quickly. "Jackson, meet Henry Richard." Jackson’s face lit up in surprise. "Wait — the same Henry Richard I’m supposed to meet tomorrow? The CEO of Castle?"

He leaned close, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I lifted my gaze to Jason, and he still sat, unbothered. “Oh… You are here, Jason? I didn't see you.” Henry chuckled, reclining on the chair. “I've never seen you with Adele. This is unusual.” he continued. Jason dropped his cutleries, then lifted his gaze to Henry, a blank, yet powerful expression graced his face. “She hasn't asked you to sit. Don't you think this is rude?” Henry scoffed, removing his hand from my shoulder. He clenched his jaw tightly, his eyes boring into Jason's, a smug smirk playing around his lips. “Oh… right…”