Novel & Cerita Adler Cold War

By the time the military transport plane landed at the Riverdale Military Airfield, night had long since fallen. Carrying my duffel bag down the airstair, I was hit by a gust of freezing wind, thick with an unfamiliar, damp chill. "Major Tomlinson!" From a distance, an old military officer with graying hair at his temples strode over. The general stars on his epaulets gleamed softly under the lights. He came to a halt right in front of me, raised his hand, and gave me a standard military salute. "I'm Bruno Black, the deputy commander of the Riverdale Military District.

“Carylle Kaye Melendez.” He looked at their locked hands and observed how small her hands were compared to his humungous palm and long fingers, they were warm too. Warm enough to provide comfort to his cold palms and make him want to hold them forever. Wait, what? Adler inwardly shook his head, bewildered by his want of touching her longer. Spreading his lips into the same smile that he makes when he’s at work, he then spoke and began loosening his hold on her hand, signaling that they should let go. “You may call me Adler, and the pleasure is all mine.”

If anyone could intervene, or at least slow down Phase Two, it was them. Inside, the temperature dropped as she passed security checkpoints and retinal scans. She was flanked on either side by neutral Swiss guards as she entered the inner chamber, her diplomatic escort badges flashing green. A dozen figures sat along the curve of a crescent table. At its center sat Chairman Adler, an aging cybernetics pioneer with sharp Nordic features and a mind as exacting as his principles. “Ms. Rivas,” he said, voice gravelly with caution. “You’ve put many of us in a dangerous position simply by being here.”

“But, how is the rogue still alive?” The tension in the air is palpable as Alpha Kaden and Felicia engage in a conversation that delves into the darker aspects of their world, the shadow of danger looming over their peaceful existence. Felicia's question about the rogue's fate elicits a momentary grin from Alpha Kaden, a glint of pride in his eyes as he responds with a hint of satisfaction, "Who says he is still alive?"

“It’d be just the two of us, Avalynn. Let me do all the work. If he asks, I told him I insisted to dispose of them.” I held my forehead. “What if this is a test?” “It’s not, Avalynn. I heard from my father’s betas this morning about the rogue wolves. Which meant there really were invaders and he gave us the order to dispose of it.” Adler was rather calm. There were both finality, and authority in his voice that was telling me to breathe. He sounded reliable… but what if we get caught? “It’s over for me if he finds out…” “He won’t.” Adler assured me, before he sighed. He held my wrist, and then he made me sit on his bed. “Don’t overthink it, Avalynn. You won’t get caught. I won’t let that hap

She hesitated before answering. “Hello?” A familiar voice slid through the line like oil. “Good evening, Miss Solche.” Her blood turned to ice. Caldwell. She didn’t speak. “I see you found my little warehouse,” he continued calmly. “I was wondering how long it would take.” Tiana’s grip tightened on the phone. “You forged the authorization.” A soft chuckle. “Ah. You saw that.” “Why?” “Because, my dear, revenge is only satisfying when it is… layered.”

Adel. *****

Aleanas pov Peace what is that? As long as I've been alive I've never known peace. I've always been expected of great things and to keep my head held high and be strong, but between you and me I don't believe any of that. My name is Aleana Rae daughter of Beta Alexander Rae of the Sahara blood moon pack, my mother Christina Rae died when I was 6 years old and ever since then home hasn't felt like home. It's my 18th birthday and I'm dreading it, only because I know in 20 minutes I will be on my way to the hell on earth they call high school. Don't get me wrong I love school just not this one, Wolfsmanner high school was the bane of my existence, no not because of the teachers or the work but

And I decided to use that brief hesitation to my advantage. At this point, all I had was the ability to convince them. “Is this the man you call your Alpha? A man so disgusting he’s going to touch a girl gainst their will? A coward who is afraid to fight fair and square. Who goes after family members instead of manning up and accepting his loss like a real man would do. If you accept this man as your Alpha then you’re weak yourselves. Cowards!” Harold began laughing, like everything I was saying was pure comedy.