Novelas de Miss Adorable

Florence POV: The Harvest of RedmoonOne year later.The morning air in Redmoon territory is rich with the smell of earth, and clean river rain. Life is good, not perfect yet. But GH ood enough that we want to make it better. The ancient clearing behind the rebuilt Alpha estate is covered in silk ribbons of midnight blue and ivory. Pack members, representatives from neighboring territories, and former council allies fill the carved wooden benches under the towering canopy of the ironwood trees.I stand at the edge of the aisle, looking down at my gown, hand-woven with fine threads that catches the sunlight. I have the medallion around my neck because Jason insists that I wear it.When the horns sound, my father, John Patton, comes up to me. He looks healthy, his face filled out and radiant, a proud, watery smile breaks through his trimmed beard."Ready, my girl?" he whispers, my arm tucked into his.I giggle happily. "Ready, Dad.” We walk down the path of crushed white stone. Standi

Florence POV: A New HorizonI squint through the morning sun, studying the two imposing men standing beside the luxury sedans parked out front. Their faces are distinctly familiar, but in the blur of recent chaos, their names slip right through my fingers.Jason nods at them. "Alpha Damaris Harris. Alpha Tremain Rohan."Both Alphas offer solemn nods as Jason closes the distance to shake their hands. The front door of the house opens. Alpha Trevor, my father, and the rest of the group come out on the porch, their faces tense and ready for a fight.Alpha Trevor's eyes narrow on the envoys. "Is this an arrest? Has the High Council reached their final verdict?"Alpha Rohan looks at him. He makes a mild, calming gesture with his hands. "Indeed they have, alpha Trevor."Jason steps in front of me. He asks, "What do they want?"Alpha Damaris shrugs, his posture surprisingly relaxed. "Nothing at all, Alpha Jason. The uprising in the has been quelled. The fighting is over. A new chapter begi

Florence POV: Sacred Earth and Midnight PromisesThe house is gloomy when we return.Detective Joe South is dead.Susie is kneeling on the worn rug beside his motionless body, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she sobs. "I thought . . . I really thought he was going to make it . . ."Alpha Trevor's grief stricken face tells how he feels. He places a hand on Susie's trembling shoulder. "You tried everything possible, Susie. His body just gave out. He stopped breathing while you were trying to reach the ruptured organ inside."I drop to my knees beside Susie and pulling her into an embrace. Susie clings to me, weeping. She holds me tight while spitting curses into my shoulder. She cursed at the realm, at the late Rector, the Royal House, and at the Goddess herself for taking a good man.Later, as the quiet of the night settles over the house, Isobel approaches me."My mother and I are leaving tonight," she says. "We have extended family living abroad . . . far bey

Jason POV: A Hero's HomecomingMy pack sits silent like a ghost town. And the natural pulse of the territory feels cut off, swallowed by throes of bad news. As we approach the the Alpha house, I drop into a low crouch behind the line of thick ironwood trees. John Patton lands beside me, panting from running our wolves all the way. "I suspect there might be an ambush waiting for us," I whisper, my eyes fixed on the main gates."I believe so too," Patton mutters, his face shiny with sweat. "Do you think Florence and the others made it back here?""I hope they didn't. It would be folly to return here right now. I'm only checking because if they did come back, they'll need protection."We watch silently from behind the bushes and iron fencing. Moments later, a broad figure moves near the edge of the gate. It is an Imperator from the size of the man. He's at least eight feet tall. And a shoulder that spans the size of a closet. He walks into the tree line to relieve himself. He whistle

Florence POV: The SanctuaryIsobel and her mother, Sally, are waiting on the shoulder of the highway.Beside them is Detective Joe South and his Plymouth. Behind us, the roar of the uprising at the Royal House is nothing more than a faint, distant noise on the wind.The moment I step out of the treeline, Isobel rushes forward and pulls me into a fierce embrace. "Thank you," she whispers. "Thank you, Florence."Detective Joe South is leaning against the hood of his car, his face ashen. He nods. The man is clearly not healing well. "You did something incredible here today, Ms Patton. You did something truly great," he says. I look at my blood-stained hands. I don't feel great. My father is still trapped back there. He and Jason. "We can't leave," I tell them. "I am not leaving until I know for sure that my dad and Jason are safe."Alpha Trevor says, "The last time I saw Jason, he was running down the hill to the cells to free the prisoners."I squeeze my eyes shut and try to link.

Jason POV: The Spark of UprisingRage is alive inside me, causing me to shake. But I'm unable to use it. The only reason I haven't already vaulted over the balcony to tear this arena apart, Imperators be damned, is because of the clawed hand clamped tight around my mother's throat behind me.Nobody else in the stands notices. My father, stands stoically beside her, is the only one who sees. He turned pleading eyes to me earlier and shook his head almost imperceptibly. His lips mouthed: Please . . . don't.So I stand here, seething, gripping the railing tightly. I try over and over to force my way into Florence's mind through our link. I fail every time. Lazaro must have an invisible mind-link blocker over the courtyard.In my head, I scream: Run, Florence! Run and let me tear these bastards apart!But Florence shows no sign she hears me. She stands alone down in the dust.I glance sideways at the Imperator holding my mother. He lets out a low grunt, his lip curl into a sneer that sa