Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail Novels & Stories

The moment we entered the room and the door clicked shut behind us, Astrid’s relaxed posture dropped, and she walked straight to the window, staring out like she was already planning her escape. “Well, this is cozy,” she muttered under her breath, but I didn’t respond. She turned to face me, my expression cool. “We need to talk,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. She folded her arms across her chest, meeting my gaze evenly. “What now? We're going to stay here and play the couple in love?” she asked. “Aaron doesn’t buy into superficial charm. You think he's easy to convince? If I'd turned down the offer of staying here, that means, this is a sham” I bit out and she tipped her head

"So, what is this for?" Astrid's heart sank as she realized she was trapped. She felt like she was walking on thin ice, and one wrong move would send her crashing down. "Now, let me ask you this," Astrid said, her eyes glinting with determination. "Are you willing to let a woman you don't know bear your child?"

I joke. She smiles and shakes her head. “No, but I know you wouldn’t tolerate anything less than exceptional.” I don’t know what to say to that, so I just nod. For all her control, for all her rigidity, Astrid respects strength. Not just in business, but in the people she surrounds herself with. And despite whatever this moment is, she knows—just as well as I do—that my life is spoken for. But in another version of it…maybe I’d shoot my shot with her. Maybe she’d let that goal go through.

"Maybe I'll even give you a bonus for putting up with me." Astrid's expression remained unyielding. "I don't want anything from you, Luca. Once this mission is over, I'm done. I'm leaving, and I'm not looking back. I'm tired of being your personal hacker. I want a life of my own, free from your drama and danger.” I scoffed, shaking my head. “No way I'm letting that happen.” I uttered. I walked towards her again, spinning her chair towards me. She glared at me, her eyes watered in pain.

While holding myself up beside the icy wall, I pause to draw steady breaths. Is he so dismissive of my worth? After all my efforts for him and this pack, what does he think I'm worth? The sound of Astrid saying something reaches me even through my emotional chaos since she speaks calmly but with solid authority. "You deserve better." I shut my eyes to fully absorb her comforting words. She’s right. I do deserve better. My entire existence has revolved around him, so how can I possibly move forward now? Despite everything that has transpired, I harbor a persistent hope that he will find me. Does he have any concern about my decision to leave? Have I reached the final point of my existence?

Astrid remained calm and found a way to approach the issue that took into account the goals and personalities of those we were dealing with. I appreciated that skill, even if it annoyed me that it was necessary. The rest of the week had been a mess. Dean Parker kept insisting to me that the investigation was progressing quickly, thanks to resources provided directly by the Alpha. I knew that must be Astrid’s doing, but I didn’t ask her about it.

Astrid felt as if her world had fallen apart. Seeing the five big men in black suits coming for her, a weak, pregnant girl, she felt like prey ready to be devoured. With a loud thud, she knelt down. She clasped her hands together and her lower lip trembling as she pleaded, “Please let my child live. I will do everything you ask me. As Astrid's words hung in the air, Freya’s eyes filled with tears as she watched her daughter beg for mercy. Her heart was filled with guilt as she didn't stand up for her. She couldn't help but look away.

“I’ve been fine. Just waiting for Damon and Kael to come home.” “He resembles his father so much,” she murmurs, and I quietly busy myself in the kitchen, covering their untouched plates. Trying to divert the unease, I ask, “How is Astrid?” “Astrid is the same as always. Difficult.” “Difficult how?” “She wants to leave for university. She refuses to take on the pack,” my mother admits with frustration. “Then find someone else to lead,” I reply curtly, glancing at the ticking clock. Every passing minute adds to my worry. I set the phone on loudspeaker and search Kael’s tracker through his watch.

“But you’re not infallible.” Astrid tilted her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Neither are you.” With a cry of rage, the arbiter launched himself at her again, his entire body glowing with an intense light. Astrid met him head-on, their powers clashing in a brilliant explosion of energy. The force of their collision shook the building, debris raining down around them. “You’re a fool, Arbiter,” Astrid said, her voice cutting through the chaos. “You think power is everything, but it’s not. It’s about responsibility, about doing what’s right.”

With that, he walks away. I don’t bother giving him one more look. Astrid. She is the most urgent problem that I need to solve now. A groan erupts through me and I kick the swivel chair in front of me. I don’t know what she was thinking during combat, but her moves were pathetic. I’ve seen younger wolves do better. Levi’s interest—and my dark sense of humour—was the only reason I watched that weak excuse of a fight. She’s a looker, that one.