Novel & Cerita Albert Wesker Resident Evil Retribution

He continued to ask. Alpha Qillalon shook his head. “All I can remember is his voice is menacing, and he keeps calling me Adrian.” He expressed in a frail tone while clutching his wounded arm as if he wanted to rip it out of his body. Gertrude and Velmont stared at each other in shock. “We need Vesper here,” Gertrude demanded. Alpha Qillalon groaned in disagreement. CONCURRENTLY… Vesper is still in Alpha Hercule’s office, rummaging through the documents and files of different research results on his table, reviewing everything that might look important and worth stealing for, but none raises any concern.

_________ Serafino" I think that I already saw this for a young creature. I step closer as I've been talking to them. To my surprise, I saw the ground daughter of Albert, a great enemy that I have. I'm sure that I've thrown her into the power of Kiyaya, wait? I don't understand. I saw that I already killed her but, why is she still alive and kicking? And waiting for the three guys with her was something I remembered as well. This is not happening, is Albert wanted to kill me so he brought here these four wolf not to mention his granddaughter that has a lot of power like him. “Attack them, let me see what they could do first so I know how I can defeat them,” I asked the two servants of mine.

“Excuse me?” He turned to her with a tired grin. “That means you’re asking the right questions.” She leaned against him. For the first time, she felt like the silence between them wasn’t empty. It was shared. Somewhere beneath the school, in a chamber no one had entered in years, a terminal flickered to life. On the screen: Genesis Core Reboot: 82% Awakening Sequence: Initiated Primary File: Ophelia Wolfe Secondary Trigger: Carl Maddox Final Directive: Restore the Bloodline

There was too much strategy to map out; surviving a second chance at life required absolute calculation, and I couldn't afford a single mistake. Around the ninth hour of the evening, the heavy iron gates below groaned open, signaling his return. Before I could step out onto the balcony, a violent crash echoed from the master den next door, followed by Vickon's raw, thunderous roar. "Get out of my sight!" My heart seized with absolute terror. I bounded toward his doors. I had a thousand betrayals to undo in this timeline, but nothing took precedence over curing Vickon's silver sickness. The suffocating agony of a True Alpha watching his own wolf rot from the inside out while his dominion crum

I open the file. Inside is a full-color photograph of me leaning over Lucien's desk from this morning, our faces inches apart, my hand resting flat against his muscular chest while his golden eyes burn into mine. Below the photograph, a short, typed message reads: Target Xender Stormriven confirmed alive and working intimately with Alpha Varkane. Proceed with Phase Two deployment. Execution order signed by Tristan Blackmoor. My breath hitches in my throat, a cold, violent wave of pure rage crashing through my stomach.

Everything was like a whirlwind of events for Diana Ritchell. The last thing she remembered clearly, she was talking to Alpha Shinro, the former healer, while he visited the Blood Claws Pack right after the Welcoming Ceremony… then the next thing she realized, Beta Seymor Tesan called for her and then he was in front of her face yelling at her frantically how Alpha Dylan Cain lost control while venting his anger.

After my dinner, I called for the physician to know about the matter. "What's going on with the girl you took from the restriction room?" I asked. I was in the pack hall seated on my chair. "Alpha, I think she's reacting to something she took" he replied. " She has allergy?" I asked surprised. I've not heard of a werewolf having allergy. Well there's always a first time in everything. "Actually I asked her and she said she's not allergic to anything but what I discovered happened was an allergy reaction" he explained.

Beta Osiris asked Zeta Eli, through gritted teeth. Zeta Eli Ryker was Alpha Altan's right-handed werewolf, who is the lead hunter and specialized in both strategy and pack coordination. He is an intelligent werewolf with strength greater than beta werewolf in both wolf form and human form. He is the only werewolf who can roar in his human form. On the other hand, Beta Osiris Kenzo was Alpha Altan's left-handed werewolf. He was very quick-tempered and often made wrong decisions in his anger. Like Gamma Kai, he is older than both Zeta Eli and Alpha Altan.

Alpha Wesly may be trying to return the favor with Charlie. I gestured at the empty chair in front of my desk for him to sit down. "What can I do for you, Charlie?" I asked, more than a little suspicious. "It's not what you can do for me. Alpha, Brett, it's what I can do for you." He said with a wicked smile. I clenched my jaw and raised my eyebrows at him. "You have my attention. Do tell Charlie." I stated flatly. "Alpha Wesly has your Trentity." He said with a raw hatred in his eyes.

She walks to the door, her bare feet quiet against the floor, and reaches for the handle without hesitation. She opens it. Her breath leaves her in a rush and she almost wheezes staring at the person standing beyond the threshold of her house's door. Lance Wesker stands there. He is dressed simply, no suit, no arrogance, just dark trousers and a crisp shirt, sleeves rolled up as though he hasn’t stopped moving all day. In his hands is a bouquet so large it borders on absurd, filled with soft whites in lilies and dandelions and muted pastels, carefully arranged, unmistakably intentional...