Alpha Cane And Iris Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Iris loves Blaze was written in neat, childish handwriting over and over again. But the more I looked, the further I went; the air in the room felt heavy, suffocating. I took a few steps further in, my gaze bouncing from one picture to the next. Some were drawings, crude sketches in pencil that looked like they had been done by a child. Others were photographs—so many photographs. And then, one picture stopped me cold. It was a photo of the girl, Iris, her hair loose and spilling down her shoulders in soft curls.

“And I see you brought company.” Arianna tensed under her gaze. I crossed my arms. “We need your help.” Iris arched a brow. “Of course you do.” She stepped aside, waving us in. “Well then, Alpha, let’s see if I feel like giving it.” I exhaled and stepped inside, Arianna right behind me. The second we stepped inside, the scent of herbs and burning incense filled my nose. The cabin was dimly lit, the air thick with something ancient, something unnatural. Candles flickered against the walls, casting shadows that danced like whispers of the past.

“Aren’t we allowed to see the healer anymore? What if I am sick? And mind you I am carrying the Alpha’s child. I need to be checked every time.” Iris cleared her throat then she walked into the room. “Okay.” Luca said firmly. “Don’t tell the Alpha you saw me. Please,” she said quickly, her voice low, almost a whisper. Luca looked at her for a long moment. Her cheeks were flushed, and there was a streak of dirt along her jaw like she’d run through the woods without stopping. She looked tired and scared that Luca might tell Zarek he saw her. He let out a breath and nodded once. “Well, I didn’t see anything.”

Iris's POV. I was sitting in front of the mirror while Cathy and Susan were dressing me up, I was wearing a white gown like it was my wedding, and braiding my hair and applying makeup on my face, made me look more beautiful, she tried to fix some hairpin on my hair, she mistakenly hurt me. "Ouch, that hurt." I cried out a bit, and Cathy smiled. "We are sorry alpha, Iris." Cathy pouts while apologizing with her playful eyes.

Adding to Sanchez’s murder, he would open the cold case again to bring justice to the family and punish his father for his doing. “Ugh! I want to die,” From the main bedroom, Iris came out with her white nightie that looked good on her creamy skin. Even with her pale face, she looked radiant in his eyes. She opened the refrigerator, took the cantaloupe, cut them off, and ate silently for several minutes. Iris finally realized that he watched her intensely and felt amused by her antics. They looked at each other. Iris, whose face was red with embarrassment, and Alex, who was grinning widely at the sight in front of him.

A mixture of desire and hunger burned in his gaze. Iris did not falter. Instead, she scrunched up her nose. "You didn’t eat anything." And then—she stepped back. Ace blinked again. His smirk faltered. Wait. Was that—was that a rejection? He squinted at her. Then squinted harder. "Witchcraft," he muttered, staring at her like she had just defied the laws of the universe. Iris let out a light giggle. "Yes, yes," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "I read minds and steal souls in my free time.”

His countenance immediately changed, his hands clenching and loosening at intervals, chest pounding, and his nipples grew harder. That broad chest. Those abs.. "Here you go… and I've been searching everywhere for you." Ariana said as she was walking in, running her fingers on the wall as she strolled. I snapped. "You don't seem okay, Irisha; what's going on with you?" Ariana twirled her palm on my arm at her arrival, in a downward motion, glaring so deeply into me. I cocked my head, a wide grin spread across my face as I tried to take a step backwards.

Adrian said. The door opened and she walked in. Dylan didn’t react. Adrian barely glanced at her. For them, this was normal. For Iris, it wasn’t. I noticed the shift in her almost immediately. She went still for a second, her attention moving from the woman to me, like she was trying to understand what was happening. She recognized her as the woman who stopped us at the restaurant. The woman’s eyes found mine, and she smiled slightly. “You didn’t mention you had company.”

It was crowded and tense and Selene could practically taste the violence brewing in the air. “So,” Kira said brightly, perched on the edge of the desk. “Who wants to explain how a dark witch plans to corrupt a sacred bond without, you know, actually explaining it in a way that’ll give us all nightmares?” “I’ll give it a shot,” one of the younger witches offered. She had red hair piled on top of her head and freckles that made her look about sixteen. “I’m Iris, by the way.”

Steam rose from the food, and the smell of rice and spiced meat made my mouth water. She sat down on the cold ground, completely unbothered by the dirt. "Here, eat." I stared at the food. My hands trembled as I reached for it, but I stopped myself at the last second looking at her in surprise. “Why are you helping me?” She was taken aback at the sudden question. "Don't you know me?" I continued, my voice cracking. "I'm Iris Winter. My father is the monster who killed your Alpha's—" "I know exactly who you are," she interrupted gently. "And I know the reason you're here."