A Bastian Mga Nobela at Kwento

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

At the same time, I indirectly investigated what Bastian ever told about his ideal-type mate and the future Luna of his pack. Bastian shook his head a bit, but he answered, "Not much. He just stated that he wanted a mate who was chosen by Moon Goddess. His expectation towards his mate is only about she can be reliable and down-to-earth in every situation. It's very simple, not really complicated."

The commander spoke as they headed out the door. Christopher grinned. "I'm not Beast anymore." Bruce cocked his head in surprise. "You do know that we called you Beast because of how you are out on the field, right? The way you went through Crucible and everything else you tackle is what makes you a beast." Christopher shrugged. "I guess I didn't know that. But it didn't bother me. I don't mind being called Beast by you guys…" He left the rest unsaid and headed out of the room.

"Additionally, your power is greater than that of my family. At least your current position allows you to fight the Sanders family." There was a long sigh on the other side. "Are you crazy, Simon? I don't want to deal with the Sanders family at all. According to the information I've gotten, Bastian's second son is even more ruthless than Bastian was in the past," Holand said. "He is known as a strong white wolf. He is known as a strong leader, and he kills indiscriminately. No one ever wanted to be an opponent of the Sanders family."

Enthralled, she sat and watched as he tugged his pants away and stood up. Bastien was well muscled and hard all over. He had a tattoo design that reminded of a dragon along one thigh that wove up along his hip. His stomach was taut and full of rippling abs. Sweet Bastien is fucking glorious and beautiful! Her mind reeled. “Wow, how come I never noticed how…?” Her voice faded away. He tilted his dark head at her. “How…?” She swallowed heavily. “Built you are.” “Well, I guess you never asked to see me naked.”

I would be able to protect my mother from men like my father. I wasn’t going to rest until the world was safe and Volana’s weren’t hunted. I nodded my head, looking over at Bastien who kept his eyes forward as he looked around the scenery. It was a nice view of the backyard, but beyond that were the Nova pack hilltop homes. It was quite beautiful; I have to admit. Bastien was an amazing Alpha, and he was somebody I found myself looking up to. “There’s another thing too, Alpha…” Bastien began.

The bride is mine and Acasia has no right to her. I whip through the sky-my wings beating to the pulse of my anger. I surge through the realm into Bastian's territory and begin yelling his name. "Bastian, I will kill your mate for this. Return my bride." He doesn't answer, which doesn't surprise me. The love-sick coward. Why is he so special that his mate turns into a dragon? Why not Maleah, whom I loved with my entire being?

"The bastard killed my father. I'm coming." There was a brief pause. Then Edwards's voice came through again, resigned. "Fine." ༺❀༻༺❀༻༺❀༻ "Is he alone?" Edwards asked one of his men when we finally arrived at the specified location. "No, sir. The young woman who came in fifteen minutes ago is still in there with him." Two other men were positioned nearby, their eyes scanning the streets. I ran my eyes over the bastard's house. It was small and it wasn't in the best of neighborhoods, but it wasn't something to be ashamed of either. I had no doubt he'd acquired this from what he'd robbed from my father and other people.

My lips parted in a surprise Even though his face was not completely healed, I could recognize his face, his scent, and his aura. It was the Bastard, and he is the son of my mother.

" I stared at the screen, my breath catching in my throat. The man in the photos was unmistakable. It was my husband, Charles Basset. But the woman standing beside him, the bride—she wasn't me. She was a stranger. A woman I had never seen before, but her face bore a striking resemblance to Henry. My heart raced as I looked closer. The dates on the photos… most of them were taken after Charles and I had already been together. The revelation hit me like a punch to the gut. Was Henry really Charles's illegitimate son?