Astrid Hofferson Novels & Stories

I can't have him in the same state just earlier. "Greetings, Luna and Alpha Coven." I jumped and almost stumbled back at the sudden appearance of a man wearing a blindfold right outside the carriage doors. It's a good thing Quinn was there to catch my back if he didn't have to run his mouth for an untold remark. "Told you." "I apologize for startling you. I am the Lycan King Caius's attendant, Beau." "Where's Raedan?" The guy beside me snaps causing me to glare at him.

However, as we continued to walk away, I all of a sudden heard a voice I recognized so very well called behind me, "Alpha Hudson." I halted in my steps, I couldn't control myself as I turned to look at him; the person I spent my four years hating, and her, she was standing beside him, with a her stomach now bulging out, Astrid is pregnant.

"Oh, really? Oh my world I left my phone in the office.." "I am so sorry ma'am I should have brought it out for you. I just thought you were busy back there." "It is fine, Mateo." They both nodded with very natural smiles. 'Ah.. Everything looks normal here. I have known Astrid for a while now, and she doesn't even talk to men except her husband.. She is a good wife.' "I will have to call him back. Excuse me." She rushed out of her office leaving just me and Mateo.

"Come find me when you get your senses back." And with that, she was gone. I sat frozen, staring at nothing. My phone chimed, pulling me back to the present. I grabbed it from my bag. A notification. I tapped the screen. And then I saw the headline. ADRIAN VOSS, COO OF ZENITH CRYPT SECURITIES, IN A FAKE MARRIAGE WITH ASTRID BLYTHE, AN EVENT PLANNER. WHAT IS IT FOR?

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

“You raised a true queen. I can’t wait to get to know her better.” Mom, unsuspecting of the tension brewing between the older man and me, claps excitedly. “That’d be great. Astrid is a financial consultant. One of the best.” Jordan's eyes spark with interest. “I look forward to talking shop with you, Astrid.” “That may be a bit much to expect. I’m here to have fun, not talk about work.” A dozen emotions flitter across his chiseled face. “I’ll do the talking.”

I reminded him quietly, though my pulse quickened at the sight of them. One of the figures stepped forward, lowering their hood just enough to reveal the sharp, ageless features of a woman with silver hair and eyes that gleamed like the stars. Her gaze pierced through me as if she could see into the very depths of my soul. “I am Astrid, High Keeper of the Dusk Court,” she said, her voice as cool and sharp as the night air. “You seek our help, but the world has changed, Alpha. Why should we involve ourselves in your war?”

Viktor stands quietly behind me, like a shadow, while Hugo, ever the master of the room, takes his place beside me. “Welcome, Mr. Jayden Brennan,” Hugo says, his voice formal, but there’s an unmistakable edge of condescension in his tone. “Let me introduce the key members of your team.” He gestures to the woman seated directly across from me. “This is Astrid Koenig, our Head of Operations.” Astrid stands to greet me with a nod. She’s tall and striking, with a platinum blonde bob that’s sharp enough to cut glass. “Mr. Brennan,” Astrid says, her tone clipped and efficient. “It’s a pleasure.” But there’s no smile, no warmth. Just business.

A whisper in my gut. Something was off. “You’ve been quiet.” I turned. One of the maids, Mira, stood behind me. A gentle soul. Always polite, always watching. Knew that she was not always pure. She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so.

"But, Mamma, the young warrior they have guarding him is easily distracted. It would not take much magick to have him move his eyes from the door long enough to slide the letter under the door. I could, at least, confuse his vision with a spell for a moment. I am very quick, you know." "Ah, but Dóttir, there are eyes everywhere. It is not simply the guard that we must take unaware. No one must notice anyone unexpected near the hut. Your father's spies are on the lookout for anything even remotely suspicious. No, I will glamour myself," Astrid pronounced. "Old Sigrid is at home with an ailment of the lungs. I treated her just this morning with a tea and herbal steams. She will not be leaving