บททั้งหมดของ Arla: White Wolf, White Witch: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Arla woke from her nap several hours later, feeling much better. She checked her side in the mirror and it was as though nothing had ever happened. Her stomach rumbled loudly, informing her that she’d missed lunch, and she decided to head downstairs to the kitchen to see what she could rustle up. With any luck, Betty would have kept a plate in the warmer for her.  As she approached her bedroom door, Maeve growled a warning in her mind. “There’s someone out there,” she cautioned. Arla took a deep breath in through her nose, trying to recognise the potent scent, but couldn’t place it. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it wasn’t a wolf, that much she knew. She stilled and listened for movement, but whoever it was did not move an inch. She threw open the door, surprising the behemoth of a man standing in the hallway, wh

Alpha Lorenzo leaned back in his office chair, stretching his arms above his head and tilting his neck from side to side. He’d spent all day cooped up and it was making him antsy. Add to that, Marcel had been bugging him for the last hour to see Arla, and he could no longer ignore it.  It was Arla’s seventeenth birthday, and Lorenzo had been so caught up in work and meetings, he hadn’t had a chance to see her yet. He opened his desk drawer and pulled out the gift he’d asked his mum to wrap for him. Running a pack was one thing, wrapping a gift was a whole different ball game, one he was out of his depth with. He strolled out to the garden; it was always the first place he looked for her and he loved to try to sneak up quietly and watch her in her element. She usually sensed him quickly though, and today was no exception. She stopped working to greet him

“How? What the fuck?” “Wait, her wolf can do magic too?” “Stop gawking, let’s go,” commanded Beta Drew.  His team fell into line behind him, charging in the direction the rogues had been flung. Drew opened a mind-link to Lorenzo and Arla.  “That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen, little lady. Now get her out of here, Alpha, we’ve got this.” “Keep one to interrogate,” Lorenzo ordered, before closing the link to Drew. “Come on, you’ve had your fun. Let’s go home,” he said to Arla, his voice gruff. They trotted back towards the packhouse in silence. Maeve was practically prancing. She was on a high and enjoyed every minute of showing off her strength and ability to

“The witch. We came for the witch,” the rogue finally confessed, as he turned his head and spat the blood that was pooling in his mouth onto the ground at Drew’s feet. “Why?” growled Alpha Lorenzo, grasping the man’s long, scraggly, brown hair, and yanking his head back painfully. “Why do you want the witch?” “How should I know?” he answered through gritted teeth, two of which had already been knocked out by Lewis. “I don’t ask questions, I just do as I’m told.” “Who are you working for?” demanded Drew. “I’m not telling you shit,” he said, laughing maniacally despite the pain.  Alpha Lorenzo tightened his grip on the man’s filthy hair and slammed his face down violently onto the cold metal table in front of him. The

Violet woke on the morning of her eighteenth birthday feeling determined and ready. Today is the day, she thought. The day she would finally be Luna of the Southern Mountains Pack.  She had tried and failed many times over the last few months to get Alpha Lorenzo’s attention, but he hadn’t responded to her the way she desperately wanted him to. Everything about him was perfect for her in every way, and today he’d finally see what Violet had known all along. He would know that she was his. She dressed in a long, off-the-shoulder, white silk dress, with long sleeves made of delicate lace, a plunging neckline, and a split at the side that reached the top of her thigh. Nude stilettos showed off her long, toned legs to perfection.