Novel & Cerita Alastair Carstairs

He was his only comrade. "Come in!" He invited cheerfully, slowly walking back to his mattress, swallowing the cries of pain that yearned to erupt again. He slowly sat down and watched as a happy Alastair walked bounced into his chambers, carrying a tiny basket, Caesar chuckled when he saw how the basket was bigger than him but carried it with no sweats, just the way a normal Lycan child was supposed to be, something he failed to become. Alastair halted on his little feet when his little blue robs landed on the patterns on his big brother's back.

I gritted out. Alistair's face twisted. "Because that geriatric asshole refused to give me the Carlisle residence! He said I was rotten at heart and wasn't worthy to marry into your family! Since he wouldn't hand it over, I took it from him! Zoe Carlisle, everything you have now is built on your grandfather's corpse!" I shot to my feet and slammed my fist against the glass. "Alistair, you monster!" The prison guards immediately stepped forward to restrain me.

Only a few elder wolves stood near the perimeter, talking in low, muted registers. “You can't stand the smell of the corporate dens either, can you?” Alistair asked, a faint, genuine smile returning to his lips. “To be honest, I can't endure it. I only agreed to step onto the red carpet tonight because my mother used every guilt-mark in the book to force my transport.” He didn't belong in this world of scheming franchises and blood-debts; his spirit was born for the quiet safety of the medical wards, far from the greed of the Herbert dynasty.

When he wanted something someone else had, the difference for him was that it didn’t matter what age he was, he would always find it in his grasp sooner or later. Miss Mage would be no different. When Hector had left, Alastair turned to his brother whose appearance here had been suspiciously regular, he felt a threat when ever Dwayne came by and when he noticed the stare he gave Alexis he realised what was happening. Memories of small Alastair playing with his only toy which was crafted by Amelia from wood, it was a carriage and he would take it everywhere. That also meant to the main castle when there was a ball that all royal blood had to attend.

“Yes, princess. Let’s eat. And you can tell us everything you want to do on the trip.” ×. ×. × Alastair arrived at the mansion just as the sun was setting. He parked his sleek black car and stepped out with a bright smile, carrying a large gift bag filled with toys. Declan opened the door before he could knock. “Brother!” Alastair said warmly, pulling Declan into a tight hug. “You look so much better. I’m glad I could stop by.” Declan hugged him back with his good arm. “Come in. Everyone’s waiting.”

Cole and Brett flanked Carr as he walked to the first car to welcome the distinguished looking gentleman who stepped out of the back seat. Alistair Alexander watched the approaching Alpha. He was young, untried. This would either solidify his hold on this pack, or destroy it. Alistair had come to this country from Scotland along with Carr's grandfather. He'd known Carr his entire life and liked the young man. He hoped he was up to the challenge and the tough decisions he would have to make. He stepped out into the sunlight and squinted as Carr reached him, holding out a hand. Alistair smiled as he gripped it. "Hello Carr, sorry I have to see you in such dark circumstances. The Council decide

Alistair Sterling was already there. Alistair was old money in a way that made my wealth look like nouveau riche aggression. He was heir to a shipping empire, a man who viewed chaos with the amused detachment of someone who had never had to fight for a meal in his life. He was also the only person who had known me since boarding school. "You look like you just won a war, or started one," Alistair drawled, lifting his glass as I slid into the booth opposite him. "I ended one," I corrected, signaling the waitress. "Macallan. Neat. Leave the bottle."

"My Lady, please be careful." I ignored Osiris's warning. The moment May informed me that Alistair had come back from the monster subjugation, without thinking I abandoned the piano I was playing and ran as fast as I could to the entrance. There, I saw him. Alistair, still in his military uniform, got off of his tall white horse befitting a prince. His silver hair blown by the wind moved graciously, a perfectly sculpted face as beautiful as ever. It was like a scene from some ethereal illustration, or an amazing painting of some angel.

Not even when she showed up with that prick Alpha. "Are you coming?" Alastair asked from the hotel lobby. I shook out my hair. Plastered a smile on my face and walked toward him. There was that look of concern on his face again. The one that let me know something was eating at him regarding me. I shrugged it off. "Where is the cunt?" I asked and looked around the lobby. Alastair shook his head and looked out the large glass doors. "Pulling out the car so that we can leave. You need to stop calling him that, you know." He chided and I shrugged again.

Mr Brooks' mansion, Alastair returned to Mr Brooks' mansion. The gates to the mansion were opened because Mr Brooks had just driven into the mansion. Just in time, Alastair drove in before the gates were shut. Mr. Brooks got out of his car and glared at the car that entered his mansion uninvited. Upon glaring, he noticed the Alvarez logo that was attached to the car and flinched. “What does the Alvarez family want with me this time?”. Mr Brooks muttered and ran into his house, but Alastair got out of his car quickly and ran after him.