Alastor Not Smiling Novels & Stories

As time went by, my walk became faster, and so did the person behind me. When I was near the second to the last alley, I was ready to do the first move and attack whoever was behind me, but my eyes widened when I saw what it was. Long and sharp claws, and eyes that have the color of a sunflower shine under the light of the moon. Werewolf. And a gamma who looks like he's not in his right mind! F*cking sh*t. Just how lucky I could be tonight to see a werewolf that's not in their right mind?

Alastair looked at them one more time and they all bowed to him like little war dragons that were subjected to their master. “Why is all this underaged dramatic to me? I don't know how you do it but you seem to be a cheerful player! why this?” Alastair said as he began touching my sensitive skin again, my right arm, petting a simple smile on his lips, “...please, stay with me” His smile sharpened around the edges of his mouth as he continued but I caught in between with a cold answer "No sir!" I yelled at him. "Okay, what about our underlying contract?"

If Alastor doesn't pay attention, July is too embarrassed to explain what she means by that limitation. July is still waiting, hoping Alastor can catch what she is trying to convey from the action earlier. Without knowing that the small act so affected him at this time and changed atmosfer. Alastor, who had been unmoved for a while, just stared at July. Extend his arms until body moves forward. Hands long enough to reach July without having to push forward the table, half standing as July did earlier.

“So… how’s the mate situation?” Elias smirked. “Still pretending you don’t exist?” I glared. Ronan let out a low whistle. “Oof. That bad?” “Worse,” Elias muttered into his drink, shaking his head as if he pitied me. Ronan chuckled, rubbing his chin like he was deep in thought. “I never thought I’d see the day when the mighty Alpha Caius would be—” “Don’t say it.” “—simping.” I growled, my wolf rumbling beneath my skin in irritation, but Elias snorted into his drink.

"Because... one of them was drawn to you." My lips parted in awe as I asked to be sure. “To me?” I was unable to comprehend what he was saying. How was it possible that a magical aspect would be drawn to me? I remembered the second I saw something passing by. Smoke was clearly visible to my eyes. According to Alastair, it was magic that tried to scare us. Well, it might have been a person. However, I was unaware of any of that kind. “Mhmm. You.” Alastair retorted. He didn't appear to be happy at all from the look on his face. Instead, he presented a very uneasy and dissatisfied appearance.

“Or are you just wanting to flirt? I can leave you alone if that is the case.” ‘ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?,’ my wolf barks, piercing his claws into the walls of my mind, triggering my eyes to close shortly, before I can subdue the pain and force them to open again. I really don’t want to seem like the creep here. “Oh,” General Alastor laughs in an annoying manner, and I scrunch up my face. “No, no. I was meaning to come and pick you up to show you the newest results of our investigation.”

Of course, not on Seraph’s level, but still… ‘Maybe I didn’t hear her correctly. “I asked why you’re so weak, Rey,” Belle repeated her question, almost as if he didn’t hear it the first time. "W-well, I… I don’t really know how to answer that," Rey stammered, feeling a bit flustered. He turned to Alicia, hoping for support. However, the moment he did so, he noticed something strange. Alicia’s eyes were glowing pink, and she was smiling strangely. Rey instantly knew what it was.

she asked as her eyes were still on Mammon. "I'm in," Beelzebub said with a large smile on his hideous demon face.

I could sense his unease, probably triggered by the sight of Alfred and me standing in close proximity. Alfred, however, remained unfazed. He smiled calmly and replied, "Of course, I'm just hanging up the last dress." He effortlessly hung the dress in the wardrobe, his movements economical and precise. As he stepped away from me, he wheeled the cart towards the door, his demeanor serene. I slowly turned around, having been backing the door during our conversation. The vampire's gaze still lingered on me, his expression skeptical and I quickly looked away avoiding his piercing stare.

Alastor replied dismissively. “What’s it for?” Ashton pressed. “That’s none of your business,” Alastor shot back, his demeanor shifting to one of irritation. He has to be an alpha since he confidently spoke to Ashton that way, and Ashton appeared to be wary around him. After a moment, Ashton asked out of the blue, “Are you responsible for the note?” “What note?” Alastor asked, puzzled. Either he doesn't know, or he is such a good actor. But we certainly can't tell that yet.