Akko X Andrew Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Just ‘know how to fight’ isn’t enough to beat Leana. She’s one of the top fighters in the alliance and—“ “Wait. A. Minute,” I cut in. My eyes squinted. “Did you just boast about Leana, who is your psycho ex, in front of me?” “I’m not—“ Andrew took another breath as he scrubbed his face. He then shook his head slowly as he looked down, staring at the floor. “Unbelievable,” he muttered. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” I snapped. “Do you realize how childish your attitude is?”

The man, Andrew, handsome and tall with brown messy hair and a charming smile recognized his good client right away as his light brown eyes landed on him. "Mr Knowles." He said with a handsome smile. "I didn't think I'd be seeing you back here so soon, I want to believe that this isn't because of your recent purchase, yes?" His bushy brow arched as he asked. "Mr Malhotra," Chris smiled. "I can assure you it's not about that." "Oh I know that. Our products are the best." Andrew boasted. "If it isn't anything urgent or important, is it cool if I leave? I have plans with a few friends over the weekend."

Alpha Darren did not consider his marriage to be a business marriage. Alpha Darren finally sat down again, he also wanted to clarify something that was still lingering in his mind. “You used me to cover up your shame?” He gave Annabelle a sharp look. “I am Alpha Pack Kyne! Do you know who you're messing with?” Annabelle looked down deeply, she knew and understood she was wrong. But she was also very pressured at that moment. She might be asked to abort her fetus and her boyfriend might be killed by her father if he knew all that. That's why she asked for help from the strongest person in the Pack, Alpha Darren.

"Wow, can you transform right now and show me?" Andrew: "..."

Her words, filled with a plea for help, resonate in the air, a poignant reminder of the interconnectedness that binds their pack together in times of need. "Uncle, please... can you ask Felicia to help me out? I have been hurt," Alexa's voice trembles with a mixture of pain and hope, seeking solace in the form of aid from another pack member. In response, Alpha Kaden's voice carries a reassuring tone as he addresses her, a blend of compassion and authority woven into his words.

My eyes widened as I realized that I had worn a matching set last night before heading to the party — that matching set just happened to be pink, "you, you were they're the one to change me last night." "That's right, baby," Ace leaned his weight against the kitchen counter crossing his arms over his chest which had the short sleeves of his tee riding up. I could see a hint of a tattoo branding his right bicep, "so, back to my question. Can you tell me what the hell happened last night because I'd love to know why you had one drink and then passed out in my arms?" What? What the actual fuck happened to me last night?

ALPHA JOHN XAVIER’S POV: “Alpha, are you listening?” Andrew’s voice cut through my foggy thoughts, snapping me out of them. I jolted upright, feeling the heavy weight of tiredness on my shoulders. I rubbed my face and brushed the stubble on my jaw. These past five years, I haven’t felt like myself. Each day was a struggle against a deep fatigue that made it hard to concentrate. “What festival are you talking about?” I replied, my voice raspy as I straightened in my chair. Andrew stood in front of me, his brow furrowed with concern with an invitation letter clutched tightly in his hands.

Andrews approached. Oh, goddess, my leg hurt when I tried putting weight on it. “Isla, I thought we were past this. You’re lucky to find a spot in a pack with such a kind Alpha,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t feel lucky” I mumbled. Mr. Andrews sighed, rubbing his temples slowly as he tried to figure out his next move. He was looking at me, his eyes swimming with sadness and irritation. He sucked in a breath, “ I get it, you haven't had it easy, but you are so strong. Clear Creek is going to be your home, you can make a new life there, a good life.” Rolling my eyes as I sighed, I slowly started limping along back toward the bus.

I decided to approach for the first time, I confirmed that it was Jared Ackerman, the most loved by the girls in college. "What's wrong with you?" He tried to avoid looking at me and without hesitation spoke to me. "Someone gave me a so-called gift, and it ended up poisoning me." "Well, let's go to a hospital, I'll help you." "It's complicated" He told me. I felt he was in heat, but he was trying to contain himself. Alphas were pretty rare, so I decided not to ask him anything, but he rarely took my hands and started kissing me. That was an oversight as I was trying to leave. Seeing that gesture, I assumed he had been drugged to force him to have sex. I felt sorry to leave him there, out in

Andrew stood up fuming “ No, but do you want to die?” Tara returned the questioned with a raised brow Andrew stood up, marched towards Tara and raised his hand to slap her. Without notice he was pulled from behind by a strong hand, turning around it was Xavier and he looked angry, Xavier’s blood boiled. No one no one touched what was his. “ Are you trying to hit my wife? ” Xavier asked “ She was being rude ” Andrew argued back, he was scared because they all knew Xavier could knock all of them down. He was powerful, he just didn't like meddling with them.