Alpha Cane And Iris Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Don't remind me, and no. I haven't eaten anything actually. Apparently they are having a big lunch for me here at the pack house. Kind of wish I had a personal food taster on hand.” “Just say the word, Alpha, and I will be there.” Terrell stayed quiet for a moment. A deep sigh left him. “No, let me do the thing. They need to trust me. Something about this other pack is looking for the iris.” “Iris died a long time ago,” Jason responded, confused. “That's what I said, but Gavin insisted that it wasn't her, but THE iris, as he put it. Emphasis on THE.” “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

She looked directly at Iris with a wicked smile. Aurora raised a curious brow. “What did you write, Iris?” The blonde-haired girl flushed immediately. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, eyes wide with mock innocence. “Nothing too bad…” “Don’t believe her,” Bella cut in, biting into an apple with a grin. “Our sweet little sunshine child here scorched the page with what she wrote.” “I just… I wrote the truth!” Iris finally said, flustered. “And maybe I called one of the past kings a bloodthirsty, power-drunk egomaniac with less compassion than a starving wildcat.”

“Well,” Viking said, kicking down hard on his anger. “The food that you make now is for everyone, even you, baby. You want a muffin or bread or a burger or anything – you just have it.” She tilted her head at him, her face framed by intricate black braids that resembled wreaths of flowers. With her bright purple eyes, pink cheeks, and red-rose lips, she looked pre-Raphaelite: delicate and yet vibrant. “You know what,” Iris said. “You’re right. Time to break the habit of denial, huh?”

“Jesus! What the f*ck do you think you’re doing?” “Getting down to work, maybe. I’m keeping my end of the deal, Mr. Laurier.” Iris looked away while her trembling fingers went to her top. She started unbuttoning them in slow motion. She trained her mind to accept the worst punishment possible. The top came off her and pooled near her knees, with only an old, white, cheap bra covering her. She knew how unattractive she looked. Would Maddox cancel the agreement and stop helping them?

Rowan lunged for his golden shadow, their blades clashing with a sound like glass breaking. "Iris! The book!" Rowan shouted, parrying a blow that would have leveled a house. "Do whatever you're going to do!" I turned to the Manuscript. I threw open the cover. The pages were blank, but as I looked at them, words began to appear—thousands of lines of text scrolling at impossible speeds. IRIS (PROTAGONIST) FEELS CONFLICTED. IRIS WEEPING. IRIS CHOOSES— "No," I whispered. I bit my finger until it bled and pressed my red-stained thumb onto the page. "Iris chooses none of the above."

However, Iris growled back, warning them “are we going to have a rogue who turned against her mate be our Alpha?" "Are we going to have a woman who couldn’t even kill the pack’s…” Iris didn’t give the man to finish his sentence before she growled, jumping on him, tackling him to the ground, ripping his head off his body. The others took a step back, their bodies tensing. Cassandra looked at me, nodding, giving me the permission to go and kill those who we were sure were part of the massacre that killed our family years ago.

Iris had avoided her question earlier – a clear sign of guilt. The two fish were not just alive; they looked very healthy. They swam happily in their tank as Iris playfully stirred the water with her finger. Professor Sandler returned a book he had borrowed from Jason. "I've finished it," he said, handing it over. Iris noticed that it was the rare book by "R", and it was actually the very same one that she had read. She could recognize it from a juice stain she had left behind on the cover. She looked at Yvonne, puzzled. She had only managed to find the book thanks to Yvonne's help. Why was it in Professor Sandler's possession, and why was Jason the real owner of the book?

I dismissed them. I stood up and walked to the window. "I just hope you're safe, Iris," I muttered. ********** IRIS I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. At some point, my wolf surfaced and ran. She was furious, angry, sad, and hurt. She kept on running fiercely. I could feel her burning inside. I couldn't console her. I should have been more careful. I should have confirmed if it was really the alpha. How could I have jumped to such a mindless conclusion? I should have set my facts straight.

“I might have a nightmare or two after learning about it, but I will survive.” “Good thing you have an Alpha in your bed.” I winked at her, trying to break the tension with a stupid joke. “Oh, yes, Alpha Avi, the cuddly protector. He will love the new nickname.” Iris’s orbs flashed with mischief and evil intent. I was missing something there, but I knew Iris, and I probably didn’t want to know what was going through her head; it was safer that way. “Are you going to head back to Lunar Lake now?” I asked, trying to divert whatever black hole Iris was about to go down.

“To get us breakfast. I helped Anna prepare then I left once we’re done.” “Hmm.” I went back to bed, and Iris followed me. “Baked beans, mushrooms, and pancakes without egg and milk.” She placed the plate and the coffee down the nightstand. “And you call it a pancake?” I inwardly chuckled to my idiocy. “You okay?” she asked. I felt the concern in her voice, so I lifted my chin. “I thought you left me.” “I didn’t wanna wake you up, and I was just planning on bringing breakfast for us.” She paused. “Wait a sec. What do you mean I left you? Like I left you? Why would I do that?”