Alice Cullen Twilight Novels & Stories

Chapter 59 3rd Person POV "Silence!" Alpha Mendez's voice boomed down the hall. The pack hushed as they rushed to him. "Alice‚ explain yourself." Alice stepped forward. In the silvery moonlight‚ her hair blazed like melted starlight. Her cool‚ commanding eyes swept over the pack. "I am Alice. Once‚ I was your Luna. Once ‚ I was believed to be dead." A murmur of surprise rumbled through the wolves gathered.

Get some sleep, birthday girl. As I slipped back into the house and up to my room, I marveled at how everything looked exactly the same while feeling completely different. My childhood bedroom, my familiar belongings, even my reflection in the mirror—all unchanged, but seen now through eyes that understood what they were really looking at. I was still Calla Merrin, daughter of Mom and Dad, best friend to Maya, senior at Willow's End High School. But I was also Calla, daughter of Isolde and Korran, niece to Luna Anya and Alpha Alric, cousin to Thorne, and golden wolf whose very existence was apparently the stuff of legends.

Six family members entered the werewolf world. This time, everyone walked on eggshells. One slip-up with a lunatic like Killian meant getting torn to shreds. Cousin Alice’s rank was dirt poor. As a [Castle Laundry Maid (Omega)], she never saw the Alpha. Her progress bar only crawled up by 0.1% when she washed his blood-soaked battle robes, thanks to the residual pheromones. My second sister, Sofia, held a Master’s in Psychology. She decided to play with fire.

He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery. “Mason!” Dylan phoned once more. Mason yelled out, "Coming," and started to move with the rest of the group. When Mason joined them, Dylan commented, "So, she was hot, you know, for a dead person." Dylan was a werewolf who was 37 years old and had stopped growing since he was in his late 20s. Like Mason, he was tall and slim, but when his dark hair wasn't tied back, it hung to his shoulders.

J confessed. "Neither do I plan on living without you." She said. "Let's let old together and see our fifth generation." I said encouragingly. Helene smiled and I felt my day couldn't get any better. "I'll have to get up now, we have to attend to the pack affairs, I'm the alpha remember?" I said as she clung to me. She whined and pouted. "Can't you take the day off?" "You're the Luna now, get off the bed." I said and chuckled.

Felicity returned her attention to Kiera. “I think between us three men, we can take care of the littles, right?” I asked Parker. “I didn’t even know that Cami gave birth to the future Alpha,” Parker whispered before swallowing hard. His face grew cold as if he'd put up a wall. “He’s a little over a month old now. Finn Henry Harlow, future Alpha of Twilight Woods,” Felicity chirped proudly, "He's as big as Helena now though. I'm shocked he's not running laps around her given the speed at which he's growing."

Doctor Alicia is the best for this and not the training doctors dispatched to the school for treating mere training wounds. ‘Doctor Alicia, please get ready to receive an emergency patient’ I mindlink across to the pack doctor. The only efficient female doctor wanted by many packs but which Blood Moon has at its disposal. Doctor Alicia, my mother's cousin. The only child of our pack's oldest Elder, Elder Gerald. Herbals, treatment teas, ointments… name it? She is exceptionally skilled in all to the point of being the second richest wolf after my Dad, Alpha Logan Thorne. I'm one hundred percent sure that Alicia is the right doctor to check on Elena.

she scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. Was I meant to be intimidated by her? "No, I don't. Why don't you enlighten me?" I couldn't hide the sarcasm. She glared at me. "I'm Alice, and the woman who's going to become Luna of the Shadow Pack." I laughed. I couldn't help it. This girl was delusional. I'd heard Damien reject her advances, seen him shrug her off, and she thought he would willingly take her as his chosen mate? Laughable.

"What if she's a witch? Because that's the only way she could know, using magic and stuff like that." I stared at her, waiting for her to say something else, literally anything, but she had this serious look on her face that told me she wasn't joking. "Wait... are you being serious? Out of everything you could think of, you think she's a witch?" I didn't know when I started laughing. "She's from a prestigious werewolf family, and Dean would never get with a witch. Isn't that some abomination or something?" "I don't know, Alice, but I'm just saying it seems suspicious, and it doesn't sit right with me. At first I didn't think it was such a big deal, but the more I thought about it, the more i

She inhaled a deep, shuddering breath of air, her hands shaking while she was looking across the corridor, directly at me. "Torvin," I called softly, moving my arms in such a way that the heavy runic silver manacles rattled against the bedrock pillar behind me. "The dagger." Torvin turned to me, bowing respectfully to me. From his inner sleeve he pulled the blackened curved dagger. It was coated with alchemy acids that could corrode ancient ward stones. He handed it to Serena. "The blood of the high-born wolf," Torvin whispered to her, repeating the incantation. "The runes on his wrists will melt only under the offering of the Omega."