Novel & Cerita Andrew Graves X Reader

My hands felt clammy, and I clasped them together to hide the tremor. Andrew let out a quiet chuckle, leaning in just enough for me to catch his scent—earthy and familiar. “I wasn’t invited, and neither is he,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant music. “But I heard rumors about Alpha Xavier’s new Luna… and the description sounded a lot like you. I had to see for myself.” My heart hammered against my ribs, a confusing mix of emotions swirling inside me—gratitude, anxiety, guilt. Andrew had once saved my life. I owed him everything, but... I couldn’t shake the gnawing sense that something was off. Something about his presence here wasn’t right.

He somehow got a book and that calms me down more than anything else. Andrew is completely happy when he's reading something. And in fact, if I know my brother a little, I know he’s a thousand times happier locked in that cell reading than running from clan to clan with me, being forced to eat raw animals and be in the woods on his wolf form most of the time. My brother wasn't born for that, at all. He’s a fancy city boy, a vegan by choice, a reader, a writer sometimes. Overall, he’s a lovely little mix of a beta and an omega and he loves himself that way. I love him that way, too.

I wanted to see my handy work again anyway. “Alright, Ethan. I will get that to you tomorrow after I have more information. Thanks again.” Andrew said. He squeezed out of the chair and left my office. Man, I am glad that I am OCD about my kills. There is never any evidence left on the victim and no witnesses. My phone started to ring. I looked at it and it was Tara, Josephine's friend. “Hello. Ethan Graves speaking.” Tara’s voice came through the phone and my heart fell.

CHAPTER 27 Morning arrived, not with a gentle touch, but simply, quietly. The first hint of gray light, like a muted watercolor wash, seeped through the penthouse blinds, stretching long, indistinct stripes across the rumpled sheets. Andrew was already awake, perched on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, his phone held loosely but unlooked at. The screen’s cool, sterile glow reflected in his eyes, a stark blue against the room's deepening shadows.

With Rosemary drawing the Ludendorff family's pursuit, his situation became much easier. Still, Andrew had no real confidence about continuing deeper into Wraith Graveyard. Fortunately, his strength had been steadily rising. Even if something unexpected happened deep inside the Graveyard, he could face it calmly. The scenery before him remained unchanged. Andrew discovered that deep within Wraith Graveyard, there was nothing but tombstones and graves. As he wondered if Reginald was still here, he continued inward.

Her guess was accurate since Andrew strolled into the room, all dressed up In nightwear. “How long will this take?” his stern tone almost got her glazing at him again, yet Raven knew that wasn't the best idea. She's…a culprit. Someone who easily agreed to use her powers for Sebastian and abducted the mate of Alpha Shawn. Yeah, she knew the lady was his mate – she did her homework well. “Quite a while, beta, Andrew. Her wounds are…” “Save it” A growl cut off the doctor's words, then he nodded before focusing back on her injuries. Raven eventually glanced at Andrew, who now had settled on another cushion with his laptop in his possession.

"Nothing dangerous. Just something enough to give Vance a little… stomach upset. Enough to make him excuse himself for a while." “What?” Andrew turns to stare at me, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Are you serious right now?" "Completely." "That's insane, Xarion." "I don't care," I reply evenly, my eyes still locked on Vance. "Just do it." Andrew shakes his head, muttering something under his breath about me being impossible, but he doesn't argue further. He slips away, moving quickly and discreetly, and a few moments later, I see him approach the waiter, exchange a few quiet words, and slip something small into one of the drinks on the tray.

“I can see right through you, Don. Spill it, bruh. What’s wrong?” I let out a deep breath. "It’s nothing I can’t fix, Andrew. Let’s move on." I quickly changed the topic. "Did you get everything I asked for?" Andrew slid his phone across the table. "All set." I slid my finger across the screen, my eyes scanning the data. One name jumped out at me—Carter. Andrew was watching me closely, his voice steady. “What’s your move?” I slammed the phone down, the sudden force sending it clattering against the table. “I make my path, Andrew. No one tells me what to do; I don’t need the Graves men, but I think I know who does.”

BOOK 3: Chapter 44: The Line They Can’t Uncross She doesn’t wait for approval—not anymore. Not after what just happened between them. After he’s already taken her, utterly and completely. After he’s fucked her into oblivion and made her feel pleasures her mind still struggles to hold. Her thoughts are unmoored, spinning in senseless, breathless loops that refuse to land. Amanda steps into the shower like she’s floating, weightless and wet with something more than water. Adrian follows her, silent, heated, his presence behind her like a second layer of steam.

Instead, he’d call the grave watcher, handing him the flower and telling him the name of the gravestone and a few cash. He stares ahead of him at the cemetery, looking past the many tombstones to the one that belong to Neriah, but hasn’t found a reason to leave his car yet. Andrew, the grave keeper, approaches him as he has done in the past fifty-eight days, but unlike the other days, he shakes his head with a small smile on his face, “I’ve got it today, thank you.” He nods and walks away from the car. Another hour passes by as Cainan sits in his car, thinking of the best way he can use to step out of his car and approach Neriah’s grave for the first time.