Alan Wake Novel Novels & Stories

Kate would be able to deliver her punishment, but he too could deliver punishment, if he chose. “Well, you understand women, right Colby? You’ve probably already recognized that Kate is a bit dramatic and that all we have had is a misunderstanding, right?” I ask him. “First, that’s Alpha Colby to you. Second, I happened on the scene and saw your teeth extended and rubbing on her marking spot. Third, be grateful Alpha Kate sent you here, I was prepared to kill you on the spot,” he states. Well so much for that ally, I think to myself. Louise POV

Alora I was cycling between too many emotions to really get a handle on. I was reeling from being so triggered by the wolves mating. I knew Mani initiated that, but it still threw me into so much, but Killian was able to help me not completely lose my shit, but he didn’t keep me from falling apart when it was all done.

The room exhaled. Not metaphorically. The force that had bent the air to ignite lungs full of fuel, to tense wings on unthinking command, took its toll on one final, unwilling exhalation. The humming of walls faded. The floor lost its sense of potential fracture beneath the weight of what might have occurred. The Book was nowhere to be seen. But it was not destroyed. It just disappeared and is inside Allistair's consciousness. Allistair felt it, second heart rate, erring in pace, erring in touch, palpable nonetheless. No screaming now. No scratching. Wrapping himself around something fragile, treacherous, and ominously familiar.

I crouched beside him, brushing wet strands from her face. I froze when I recognized who she was. Well, I had no idea who exactly she was. But I knew she was either Chloe or Halle. One of the daughters of Wilder. Wilder was the Alpha of the Moonbeam pack. He was someone I could never forget. After he killed most members of our pack unprovoked a few years ago, I had been keeping tabs on him, waiting for the right time to strike. This was the perfect opportunity. Wilder would finally pay for his sins.

Alaric's POV. There was no reason for excitement, but watching how I troubled Alana made me smile. I was content, and for some reasons, I couldn't wait for her to be done with the food. My wolf was in a thrill. Scanning my eyes around the room, I figured there was nothing much that I could do, so I went back to the balcony, where the evening sky shimmered with a beautiful sunset. "The Anatomy of the Lungs." I read it on the cover of the book that Alana was reading.

Chapter 38 Azalea woke up with the soft rays of the morning sun streaming through the large windows of her bedroom, casting a warm glow on her face. A smile crept across her lips as she stretched lazily in bed, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over her. Today would be the day her sister Ophelia and Mack arrived, and she couldn’t wait to see the shock and disappointment on their faces. They had imagined her suffering, broken by her circumstances, but instead, they would find her thriving. Her confidence and newfound strength made her eager for the confrontation.

Alan noticed a glint of wickedness in the web of his eyes. His thoughts were of a killer— not a protector's. Tbc...

We didn't breathe again until we were back in my room. My lungs flared up, and I feared they would collapse from exhaustion. While all three of us tried to recuperate, a wave of silence washed over us, but it wasn't normal. I didn't miss the tension that brewed in the air. It was as thick as a blanket, and would definitely suffocate us soon if we didn't do anything about it. “That alarm wasn't supposed to go off.” Cain let out slowly. “unless someone else had…” “Lyra.” Hazel called. “Who else knows about Alpha Darius' condition?”

(Jane’s POV) I woke before the sun—no dreams, no alarm, just the kind of alertness that follows when something quietly comes undone. Chicago looked washed out through the hotel window, clouds hanging low over a skyline that never stopped moving, only shifting shape. I drank a glass of cold water and stood still, watching the city stir. A truck rolled down the avenue. One streetlight flickered, reluctant to give up. Everything moved slowly, deliberately, unbothered by attention. And that, somehow, felt honest.

, she huffed and pointed at the door. I slummed to the floor as Aleena stood up and left in search of the Chase brothers. I didn’t care what they had to do as long as it stopped this insatiable burning. “You are in quite the pickle, aren’t you, my dear Alpha” Alune chuckled, kneeling before me; I didn’t have the strength to answer her; all I could do was stare at the face of the young woman I raised and hope beyond hope that she was still in there somewhere.