Novel & Cerita Albert Moriarty

Alpha Morris said as his eyes dashed to the window. “Not yet… but,” he tried to ask the question behind the appearance of the rival Alpha in his room. But he was cut off by the wave of the hand by Alpha Morris. In his thought, he asked himself a question: Did the Alpha Lucas attempt to murder him like his pubs? He realized that those Alpha and their pubs were so stupid for them to think that they can murder a powerful Alpha like Alpha Morris. He knew as the gamma that he was the warrior but the warrior actually was Alpha Morris. He was the name but Alpha Morris owned the title. Since he couldn’t be confined to two titles at a time, he appointed him as the gamma because he was strong and brav

I stared at the body until the image burned into my mind, then I wiped my hands clean because ritual mattered even when the work was ugly. “I should have handled it myself,” I muttered. The words were both confession and threat. Had I done it personally, Mia would be buried and Nathan would be grieving and not hunting. I would not be standing here cleaning up somebody else’s mistake. “Leaving my work to others was never the right option to begin with.” The warehouse door opened behind me and one of my gammas stepped in. He stopped the moment he saw the body. Smart enough not to comment. “Alpha,” he said, voice steady though his eyes betrayed concern.

The Devotion Pack has been almost empty, after the Alpha disappeared, and rumours of Phantom Wolves roaming around scared Pack members away. Adrian crosses him from the list. "How about Grayson?" I hesitate, lifting my head from where I was brushing lint off my jeans. Grayson? "Who's that again?" I ask. The name Grayson doesn't ring a bell in my head, which is strange, since I'm familiar with most Alphas. "Alpha of Freedom," Adrian informs me. No wonder. Shaking my head, I slip off the edge of the desk, and take the pen from Adrian's hand, proceeding to draw a thick red line over the name. My blonde haired assistant stares at me as I resume my spot.

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

I realised that, considering his obsession with Maia, it was much more plausible that he was at the attack on my own pack, watching from the safety of the woods as we slaughtered the rogues he’d recruited to execute the plan he had orchestrated. The thought made me restless, as though the blood beneath my skin had turned to acid and set my skin on fire. That fucker had been on my territory, had sought out what was mine, goddess knows how many times and I was still yet to lay eyes on him. It was unacceptable, but I vowed that the payback would be glorious. “Alpha, he’s awake.” Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I

Before leaving the apartment, she glanced over her shoulder and whispered, "Thank you for entertaining Sin on your little road trip. He hasn't stopped talking about it since he returned." "Don't mention it." Saint twisted the doorknob and threw the door open ready to leave, only, when she stepped out two figures blocked her path. I recognized one as the fae queen, Tania, who was mated to Sylvain—the Alpha of the Green forest pack and a pack I vaguely remembered being a part of. The other figure looked familiar to me but I couldn't put a name to the face no matter how hard I tried. The harder I tried to recognize this person, the more painful it became. It brought me back to that hollow place

He had just fought days before, and he was still pretty roughed up, fresh bruises still swollen and tender, but it did not stop him from coming up on top. But it only added to my worrying, Uncle Fred wanted him to see what he was doing. He was just trying to tire him out so he could give up. And with good reason, because I'm still feeling pretty sketchy about this new uncle of his. There is just something really suspicious about him that I do not like. He's got this perverted way of looking at girls, and he talks down on people. He reminds me so much of Craig. Same narcissistic behavior.

"Where are you? I send to Coal, feeling the connection open further and warmth flood through the link. "Darius and I are heading back from searching for your fairy friend. The one who brought me back, figured she and her warlock mate might know how to un-undead someone?" He chuckles through the link and I roll my eyes. "Un-undead? You mean kill someone?" He laughs again and I can picture him and Darius shoving each other goodnaturedly as they run back through the woods.

"If Margaret truly set one final plan into motion, Victor is the only person capable of carrying it out." Aliya lowered the photograph onto the table very carefully. "I've never heard his name before," she admitted, glancing between Arthur and Detective Morris. "If he was so important, why wasn't he mentioned anywhere in my father's journal or the vault records?" It was the exact question I had been asking myself, and judging by Morris's expression, he had reached the same conclusion. Arthur remained quiet for several moments before answering, as though he understood the gravity of what he was about to reveal. When he finally spoke, his words changed the direction of the conversation entirel