Novel & Cerita Alice In Borderland Karube

As I’m finishing up some pack paperwork and about to go looking for my mate, I get a mind link. “Alpha. We have some….creatures at the border. They are asking to see Luna Grace.” Carlos says. “They specifically asked to see Grace, not me?” “Yes, Alpha.” “We’ll be right there.” I turn the corner and see my mate is looking for me. “Did you hear that?” “Yes. Let’s go see who wants to speak with me.” She says as we take off at a jog to where our visitors are waiting.

Venus spoke then, her voice soft but sure: “When the Red Sea meets the White Sea, disaster shall befall us all.” A silence swept over the chamber like winter’s chill. The Alphas felt it in their bones. Varg’s voice cracked the stillness. “And what has this to do with my brother, Kane?” “Truly, Varg?” Kane replied. “The red-haired woman. A Voldine. Even the blind could see what you choose to ignore.” Varg’s eyes widened. Kane turned toward the exit. “We shall take our leave. I hope you’ll reflect on this, Varg. This war is not yours alone—it is for the fate of all our kind.”

Alice comes into view now and calls the medics. Ruby disappears once more.

I ask, my voice victim to the fear I feel. “The border between White Fang and Black Forest was compromised. Two wolves were taken down. One got through, and he’s headed for the packhouse.”

Alice jumped straight into Demarion’s arms as guards rushed toward us from the west border. Between them was a young woman struggling weakly in their grip. The second I saw her, something inside me twisted uneasily. Her skin looked deathly pale beneath the moonlight. Bright red lips trembled violently while tears streamed down flushed cheeks. Her striking turquoise eyes darted around in panic. “Alpha. Luna,” A warrior reported quickly while tightening his hold on her arm. “We found her wandering near the western forest border. When we questioned her, she tried forcing her way past us saying she had urgent matters she needed to discuss with you personally.”

A slow, dangerous smirk curled Xavier’s mouth. Good girl. The tense peace shattered like glass. A goblet slammed down at the far end of the table wine sloshing and splattering like blood. “Since when,” a growling voice echoed across the hall, “does Lycarra take in weaklings for mates?” Every muscle in Octavia’s body locked up. The room went still deadly still. Eyes turned toward the source of the insult: Alpha Radon of the Southern Borders. Massive. Brutish. Reckless.

Her mom disappeared into the air and at the same time Linda teleported back to the forest that led her to the land of the… Cursed witches. ••• "What do you mean by Alpha Micheal is here?" Raymond asked as every ounce of drowsiness in him left him leaving his eyes widened. "Alpha the border guards saw him at our border this morning, so I thought they let him in." Alfredo said to Raymond. "Bang! Bang!" The hot slaps that Raymond gave him made his nose bleed uncontrollably and he bowed his head down as Raymond spoke. "How dare you!?" Raymond shouted on top of his voice at him.

"But I cannot manufacture a mate, Delara. Either the bond activates or it doesn't. Either she exists within reach or she doesn't. There is nothing I can do to force it." She opened her mouth — I could already tell it was going to be sharp and accurate — and then the knock came. "Alpha." Caden's voice, through the door. He was one of my border guards, reliable in the particular way that meant he did not knock on doors unnecessarily. His tone carried the specific quality that told me something had happened that didn't fit into any existing category. "I apologize for the interruption. We found something at the eastern border." "A something or someone?"

Not really an asset but more of a liability. A cluster of palm trees lined the riverbed, their leaves swinging and swaying as if going along with the song of the wind. Wild and free, its green color shone like jade in the light of the joyous sun above. As a child, I have climbed enough trees to not mind the height. Not that I planned to escape this pack, but … it was good to know. At least, I know what I might do should I ever be desperate enough to risk it. This garden and the Alpha’s residence is the one closest to the border. The said border is only marked by the lifelessness of dry grass ahead. Some say those lands belong to the Rogues. I wonder how many Omegas manage to step their foot

I took a step closer to the border. Alpha, be careful! One of my warriors warned me. I nodded, letting him know that I heard his alert. I took one more step towards the borderline and a man stepped out from behind a boulder. “Alpha Caleb, is it?” the man asked. I nodded curtly. “What is your business?” I asked, harshly. “Why are you at our border?”