Aot Petra Ral Novels & Stories

he says as we make our way towards the other trainees who got selected. I just give him a polite smile to say that i am ok with it. He introduced me to 25 trainees. I already know orphalia, in short Li. All the others seems to be nice. Except one girl melanie, if her eyes are really capable of producing daggers, then i would have been dead by now. She, apparently is the daughter of an Alpha of a pack near by.

"I forgot. Petra has a girlfriend from the Pedrosa clan who at that time had joined the Schneider group, right? A woman named Karla? Maybe I'll ask her through Petra about the additional information. She should have more information than me about this matter." Stephen got up from his chair, about to approach Petra, who was still waiting for them to finish their meeting when his hand grabbed Stephen's wrist and kept him in the room with him. "That can be postponed later. We'd better get back on topic and tell me what's your problem with me to make you dare to ignore my message right now, Stephen Laurent.” ***

Petra said and I raised an eyebrow at the other girl. "I'm Sally Devon, a veterinarian" She introduced. "You already know me" I replied instead of doing the same. "First impressions and all, you aren't that bad" She smiled and I was surprised by her comment. "Oh please, we both know he is that bad" Petra scoffed her eyes never leaving the glass we were watching from, her voice sounded stable but her eyes were misty like she was in pain and her grip on her bag tightened each time they jerked Dallas back to life.

She had told Ria, explaining that a Den mother in a Clan served the same role as a Luna in a pack. Our mother had also taken a shine to Petra, who sat between her and Travis and the feeling was mutual. Since coming back, Petra had been quiet and for the past few days had begun to ask after Finnegan, concerned about the captor who kept her safe and she was adamant that he was really a good guy. That has yet to be proved.

This was a trap, but for who? Or for what? “I’m sending a few of my men with Granger. The rest are going back to the Yarrow Spur Pack village,” Artyom says as he walks in my direction. His pale blue eyes shine like moonstone against his dark skin, nearly the same shade as his obsidian leathers. He rolls his lower lip between his teeth and looks around to make sure we’re not overheard before adding, “Based on the description I’ve been given, I believe the witch in question might be Petra.”

“She’s creating an environment, something that can sustain her without any physical connection. We’re talking about an AI with god-tier independence.” Roman scowled. “Which means she’s either a savior or a ticking nuclear bomb.” Petra tilted the screen. “She’s neither. She’s evolving.” Ezra stepped into the room, hair still damp from a cold shower. “We go in three days. Charter a stealth submersible. Just me and Petra.” Alma looked up sharply. “Just the two of you?” Ezra didn’t flinch. “It’s too dangerous for anyone else.” Alma stepped closer. “You mean too complicated.”

At 3 PM, Petra appeared at station three. "Gwen. Break. My office." The other omegas glanced at Gwen as she pulled off her gloves and followed Petra toward the small office building attached to the facility. Cole watched with something like satisfaction. Emma looked concerned.

Adelaide manages to ask, trying to remain impassive even though she's very nervous inside. "I am Petra," the woman replies, raising an eyebrow and exuding an arrogance that Adelaide doesn't like at all. She hasn't interacted with many people in the past, but there's something that never fails her, and that's her intuition. This woman is bad, and she can see it in her eyes. "What are you doing in my bedroom, Petra? Who authorized you to enter at this hour?" Adelaide asks again when she doesn't get a response. "I don't need any authorization to enter here," Petra points out with her finger. "I have Egil's permission to move around the entire estate without any restrictions."

“Is she Yntreia, the future Queen of the pixies?” The princess was already awake. Caeruleus carried her closer to the Queen. “I am glad to finally meet the new Queen.” “And I to you. If you need my help or advice, please don’t hesitate.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” The Queen turned to the merman, “And you are?” “My name’s Caeruleus, my Queen. I’m from Atlantis.” He smiled. “Yes. I reckon the eyes and smile familiar, the salient feature of the merclan.”

I instructed. "I'm on it. Now for the girl. The one you're not interested in,” he snickered. He quickly stopped when I growled. "Okay. Be broody about it. Aurelia Faith Christian is a sixteen-year-old from Eugene, Oregon. A B+ student, despite her age, will be a senior in the fall. She's on the debate and girls’ lacrosse teams at school and has multiple trophies from equestrian events. Her parents, Mary and William Christian, own and run the Christian horse ranch. And well, they are human. No connection to our kind or even knowledge of it,” he reported.