Abigail Roberts Rdr2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I was completely paralyzed. Others might not have sensed the shift in the atmosphere, but Victor Lang was an Alpha who lived by his intuition. He’d seen my daughter, Abigail, at the resort. He’d seen those eyes—those piercing, silver-flecked eyes that were a mirror image of the man currently sitting in the Walker Ridge Estate. In that heartbeat, the truth didn't just hover in the air; it solidified. Abigail was a Walker. She was the blood of the West Coast Alpha.

The soldiers who’d been a coordinated unit scattered in panic or shakily tried to aim at the streaking shadow. I scooped up Sadira. Her eyes were wide with disbelief as she watched the destruction. “Are they… your friends?” she asked, trembling. “Family,” I grinned, though blood ran down my face. “Told you you’d like them.” Abigail landed beside us. She paused only long enough to swap a magazine. Her gaze met mine. Her eyes… had shifted. No longer merely human brown, there was a darker, deeper glint in them, and her skin seemed faintly lighter, opalescent. The change Nathan had warned about had begun.

That primitive urge pressed insistently, wanting to break free and claw at Paige in retaliation for every insult she had just received. Yet Abigail forced herself to stand tall. Her shoulders did not slump. Her expression remained calm. Abigail would not give Paige the satisfaction of seeing her falter. Instead, she remained composed. She wanted Paige to be unsettled by her calm. “It seems...” Abigail said a moment later, turning towards Ruth, who stood a few steps away. Her voice sounded calmer than she felt. “I won't be meeting the Alpha after all, Watcher Ruth.” Ruth looked startled. “Lady, if that's because of Lady Paige's words, then—”

She sits and rubs her non-existent bump on her belly glaring at me. I glare at her, "your mate?" She cackles, "my mate is worthless not even part of all this, but he serves his purposes," her eyes twinkle. Abigail hums, "hmm, we will see, who takes who down," she turns from the cell and we walk away. Dimitri and Charles walk behind us and I mind link Abigail, “why did you mention Ryan?” She smiles and responds, “fishing and she took the bait, she knew exactly who I was talking about, you seen it in her eyes, she fears Ryan."

And it angered her even more. “Good Evening sir Hughes! I'm happy that you could make it to our anniversary party! If I knew you’d be coming, I could’ve fetched you in the lobby myself.” Gilbert laughs, as if his wife isn’t being yanked by Abby at the moment. It only took a second for Raphael to spot Abby. To his surprise, Abby has exceeded his expectations again. He knew that she had a bad history with her family, but he didn’t think far enough that Abby would resort to violence. To make things worst, she

“You better find yourself a robe or something, if they see you, you’re going to get into some trouble.” “Thanks.” Anabel said half smiling. She walked away from the girl. Anabel walked over the hill, and into the town. She did as the girl suggested and found herself a robe. She put the hood over her head and walk around hoping people wouldn’t see her, and she wouldn’t get caught.

Intimate. There was even a kissing video. Clear as day. The assistant's voice was professional. Factual. "These were found in Isabelle's home. In a hidden drawer. And on Derek's backup phone. The one he thought no one knew about." He swiped through more images. "There are also two intimate videos. Very explicit." My stomach turned. But I wasn't surprised. Not really. Indeed, you couldn't believe a single word from a cheating scumbag. Garrett walked over to my brother and me. He reviewed the evidence carefully. His jaw tightened.

Not Sully, not Mike, none of the victims in the mall attack, not Abigail Evans from herself and, God help him, he couldn’t save himself from getting sucked into this mess and dragging his team along with him. Max glanced at her wrist for the second time. Looking down, Abby saw the red swelling that throbbed in time with her racing heart. Minutes passed as she stared at her still hands, her heart suddenly feeling lighter than it had in years. Max truly cared; the driving force behind this formidable man wedging her into her seat was honor.

Charlie's POV Abigail fell asleep after eating at the Diner, I looked over at Braddock with concern, "Momma and I went to the root cellar on our walk." His eyes stayed focused on the road, his jaw tightened, "and." I took a deep breath, "she found journals, one is from when I was abducted and the other is about Abi," my eyes automatically went to the back seat, her little body curled up with a soft blanket over her. I turned back to Braddock, his knuckles white gripping the steering wheel, his jaw ticked as a low growl escaped his chest, "where are the journals?"

Both stared at me with different expressions on their faces. Rudolph’s look was disgust mixed with apathy. He might have been trying to feign love, but for him, I was a bastard, posing no threat to his rule... He wishes. As for Abigail...oh, that one was much more dangerous. Even then, I saw wariness and malice in her eyes. And why didn’t she like me already? I hadn’t even said a word yet. I answered her stare with a look of complete innocence, which made her narrow her blue eyes in anger. I got to her. I bowed, putting just enough deference into that gesture to make it seem mocking.