Alien Force Ben の小説・ストーリー

“While I will not be your servant, I don’t mind helping you out once in a while. That is if you tell me the truth, of course.” Alaric stared at him. “Why should I trust you?” Ben shrugged. “I don’t know, you can only decide to.” “You do know that I can easily kill you.” “Ah,” Ben smiled, “there we go.” He chuckled. “Well, you can, but you will still have to decide to.”

I turned slowly to face him. Alaric looked at me. No accusation in his eyes, no pity. Just something I couldn't name—part confusion, part confirmation. "You're fifteen. Your mother says you're a talented fighter. Your bloodline is Alpha-level." He paused. "A wolf like that shouldn't be decaying like this." He didn't directly ask "why," but the question hung between us, heavy and unspoken. I gave a bitter smile. "I've seen as many battles as you have."

He commanded and I nodded in assurance. Alpha Mobali and the supremes all shifted halfway as they fought off the monster, throwing punches at him. Changing back to human form, Prince Aidan, Beta Dwayne and Delta Kenan all brought out silver chains, swiftly locking it onto the monster's arms and legs then pulling it so hard that the monster growled loudly. Alpha Mobali unsheathed his sword, scraping it onto the floor before lashing the Monster right onto the chest. The Monster began to change back and who I saw broke my heart to pieces.

Ben was a human who knew about werewolves and had been a valuable ally to Tyler and his pack. As he walks into the cafe, Tyler sees Ben sitting at a table in the corner, sipping his coffee. Tyler approaches him, and they exchange a nod of acknowledgment. "Hey man, good to see you," Ben says as he stands up to greet Tyler. "What brings you here?" "I need your help," Tyler says as he takes a seat opposite Ben. "Something's happened to my family, and I need to get them out of trouble." Ben nods understandingly. "I'm all ears, man. What do you need?"

His cries faded the moment he was against her chest. Aliyah broke down completely. “My baby,” she whispered, kissing his damp forehead. “Andre. I’ll call you Andre.” He blinked up at her, as if he already knew her voice. She held him tighter, memorizing his weight, the smell of his skin, the warmth that bloomed in her chest. Nothing else mattered. Not the cold mansion, not Pedro, not her family’s betrayal. This boy — this miracle — was hers. Elena wiped her eyes silently from the corner.

Still, it was what I expected from someone who never had any training in their first day. Her movements were shy, cautious, not used to moving in such a physically demanding position. She was learning, though. I suppose. "Are you sure?" Falcon asked, breaking the silence. "What?" "That she is..." He paused. It was as if saying the goddess' name in vain was a sin. "Athelia?" I completed. He nodded. "I don't know. But she holds her power. The red mist. Athelia's hands." He clenched his jaw.

Dressed in a perfectly pressed navy blue pants suit, with not a single hair out of place, she reminded me greatly of Barrett’s mother. Same scowl and all. “Elena, this is Seraphina. My mother,” he said. I fought to keep my facial expression from giving away how stunned I truly was. “Seraphina, this is Dr. Elena Angelos.” The woman could not have looked any further from impressed as she wordlessly scanned me from top to bottom. Naturally, her gaze drew back to my belly bump. She raised a brow. “Ah, so I take it that you’re the real reason as to why my son has been neglecting his Alpha duties.”

I smirked at my own joke. “That was an awful joke, Harlow,” Joe said over the headset. “Oh, come on, that was funny,” I said in English. “Ready for the next question?” I looked at them both, and they nodded. “Great. What specifically are you looking for before your Alpha attacks?” Brent slurred his words, but started talking before Jason could. “He’sh wanting to shee how many fighters you have, and he wantsh to build his army to beat yoursh.”

She judged him to be no older than twenty-two; a young man fresh from the army hired to work in a position for a lycanthrope second-in-power to the Alpha. Her master. Her creator. The commander. He tipped his hat at the servants and clapped hands with the males, a guffaw of laughter ringing about his bright presence. He was the sun and they were all flowers listing towards him for warmth, comfort, thirsty for a sliver of that brightness. He’s coming. He’s coming. Still she had not moved from her position. Her palms felt warm and soft and damp against her face.

Erica and I swiped our key cards and retrieved visitor passes from the reception desk for my brother and the other wolf. "My name is Alec," he introduced, "I am the one meant to be watching Jason today." Alec was tall with a broad, muscular build. His t-shirt clung to his biceps but was loose around the torso and his jeans were snug around the thighs. You didn't have to look twice to figure out that this guy worked out—going to the gym seemed like it should be his entire personality. He was fairly handsome, too, he was missing a head of hair but that gave him a rugged edge.