Kane Chronicles Walt 소설 & 이야기

“But first, I'm going to need to speak to the alpha. You know the rules, you don't just leave.” “Natalia…” “It would only be a minute.” I said, turning my attention to Nolan, whose arms were crossed over his chest. I walked towards him. He looked down at me, his body towering over mine. “I won't be long.” “You know that it is against protocol for the Luna to just go...” “I know, that is why I said I'm not going to be long.” I said, and he pressed his lips into a thin line.

Something that had been waiting for exactly this moment with something close to pleasure. Kane's lips curved. Slow. Unhurried. A wolf that had been patiently following a scent for three years and had just arrived at the end of it. "She stopped being yours," Kane said, his voice perfectly even, "the moment she signed those papers, Voss." He tilted his head just slightly. "And if you take one more step — if you take so much as one more breath in this direction — I will make sure the entire world knows exactly whose name she screams now."

Kane leans down, whispering in a mocking conspiratorial voice, “We were going for wolves, but someone got creative with the cookie cutters.” I don’t say anything. I just watch Because somehow, Kane, Alpha Kane, the same man who once ruled this pack with ruthless command, is standing in front of a tiny stove in a yellow apron that says Grill Master Alpha, flipping slightly burnt star pancakes like it’s the most important job in the world. And maybe it is.

Che walked in a second later with two steaming mugs that had an aroma of what Kane’s grandfather called cinnamon. “Thanks for taking my advice” she said and sat down beside him. “Advice?” Kane asked. “Your adverts! No more of that silly dance routine” “You are a dancer, eh?” “Yes” she said, smiling. “Well I play the yota” “Do you? My father used to play it too. Tricky stuff! You need to blow and strum all at the same time. I could never time it right” she said. “It does need a little practice. My old man made me play a harmonica and a guitar together to get the hang of it” Kane downed half the drink in one go, the heat searing through his throat.

His hand low on my back, fingers splayed over the curve where my spine meets my hips. My mouth at his ear. “You scheduled this,” I whisper. “I did.” “Why?” He spins me out, pulls me back in closer than before. “Because the world needs to see what you look like when you’re mine.” My breath catches. His eyes drop to my mouth. The music swells. One thousand cameras capture every second. The internet explodes in real time. #KaneWaltz trends before the song ends. Slow-motion clips of his hand on my back, my lips at his ear, our bodies moving like we’ve done this a thousand times.

The following morning, Kane was nowhere to be found at our scheduled security briefing. His second-in-command delivered the update instead, informing me that Kane had reassigned himself to border patrol duty—effectively removing himself from all Gala preparations. Two days passed in similar fashion. Any message I sent to Kane regarding event security was answered by one of his subordinates. In meetings, he sent representatives rather than attending himself. The message was clear: he was honoring my declaration that our arrangement did not extend to my "life choices."

“Besides, if I do this with Lada, I have given in to my old rags' wish.” “Vlad.” Kane leans on the couch beside me. "Surrendering doesn’t always mean you’ve lost. Sometimes, if the game requires you to fool the enemy, then play it right. That is what masters do.” He shoves his hands into his pockets. “As for the bond, you’re an Alpha. One who is capable of hiding emotions. You’ve got this.” Gesturing at the exit, he adds, “Zoran and I will be waiting outside.” Kane plays a significant role in my life. His words are powerful and pull me back from the edge.

If this was our only pack option, we didn't want it. Exhaling one last time, I lifted my hand to knock, but instead, it opened, and a very smug Kane stood there with his arms crossed. I wanted to hit him. That was my first thought. Kane looked back at the Elders with a smirk before turning his wrist to view his watch. "Eight minutes and forty-three seconds, Carter. That is how much time you wasted of both mine and the Elders. Are you brave enough to step into this room finally?"

They were his team. " Alright." Kane said. " I'm in. " He raised his hand. " Okay. You can put down your hands." The director yawned. " Let's do this. Agent Wills." " Sir!" He responded . " You will be heading to Alabama in a few minutes." " What? A few minutes?" " Yes. The helicopter to take you there will soon arrive. So, get yourself ready." " Sir, no. A few minutes' time is not a fair deal. I need to get ready. I need to go home and shower. And probably eat something more solid. "