Astrid Peth Novels & Stories

Astrid pushes and she sees a hopeful flickering in her eyes. "Really?" "You have my word." "I think he will get rid of me. Like he did with the wife he had before me. I am the fourth, you know? His astrologist choose me from the slave market because he said that I could bare him lots of children. His other wives were chosen in the same way. Beautiful women. I saw portraits. They have a year to fall with child or... they say it's a sickness but it's on the clock." She replies, tears starting to stream down her flawless face. Astrid takes a good look at her. She is younger than her, sixteen at most. She is extremely beautiful, almost unnaturally. Astrid feels sick to her stomach. It's common f

“Astrid. She’s just like her mother but recently, I’ve noticed she’s crawled into this hole, it’s like she’s avoiding the rest of the world. The other day, I overheard her and her mother arguing about something. It had to do with the guest list. That was something she used to love doing. She loved parties. She loved planning them with Stella. And now, she hates it. I heard it’s now from work to her penthouse, then she visits this cafe across her street sometimes.” “Have you spoken to her? She might be dealing with something.” His gaze flickers to Astrid. "I'll invite her to dinner sometime. You could come too, a perfect chance to bond with your goddaughter." *** The steady thud of footsteps

She stood up from her seat and walked towards the woman. She stood in front of her, and a hot slap landed on the woman’s face. Astrid spat on the woman as she cursed, “Bitch, how dare you talk back at me? Do you know who I am? I can get you executed with your little bastard, and there is nothing you can do about it.” The woman held her burning cheek, and she did not dare make a sound. Seeing that she was not making any sound, Astrid snatched the baby from the woman’s arms and threw him on the ground. The baby wailed loudly, and the other people in the camp couldn’t bear to watch anymore. But they were too afraid to say anything.

She walked out of the room and met the other Woman waiting for her with a gingerly smile on her face. She looked very young and full of energy. Astrid had long dark hair that was tied in a bun, and she had a corset on. After having lunch, Elle decided to go for a brief walk around the place. She didn't notice it Last night, but the land was extravagantly beautiful with ornaments and decorations and vases at every corner. She came across a few people moving around who stared at her in puzzlement. Elle wondered if maybe they could feel that her wolf wasn't a beta. Astrid explained to whom every land belonged as they went on

she almost screamed, charging towards Astrid and grabbibg onto her shoulders. "I am not lusting over him. I want him, there is nothing wrong with that. I wish to mate with him and he also has the option to mate with someone else as well. I will be his bride or his mistress, whichever will suffice" Astrid spoke without a trace of remorse on her features, like she was saying the most casual of things like making enquiry about domestics.

Astrid was used to having whatever she wanted and had grown accustomed to being pampered by her parents and spoiled by her nanny, Marie. Despite all the wealth that surrounded her, Astrid lack something. A friend. She was like a lost lamb in a grassland until she met Sierra. Her mother’s mafia background affected Astrid's social life. She was worried she'd drag anyone in danger when she gets close to her. But Sierra was different. She was strong-willed and brave. Astrid knew she could rely on her and thus she promised to protect her as well.

It's Astrid. She is just as enormous as I remember with her brown fur and muscles. Bigger than most zareth hunters. Lungs steaming in the cold night, fur bristling, eyes glowing with battle-fury. Her scent hits me like cold iron. This is what a warrior Beta looks like. She leaps past me, landing on a vampire behind me. I’m impressed. Astrid is a wall of snarling muscle. Another vampire lunges from the shadows, and she launches at him, jaws clamping onto his shoulder. Then she tosses him like he weighs nothing.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. It was not your fault." It was then I noticed my surroundings was different. "Where are we?" I asked. "Oh..here? Uhm...it might sound complex but, we are at Astrid's place." He replied. That name. It rang a bell. "Astrid...who is that?" "She is someone who has lived for centuries and has overseen Shadow Runners pack since the beginning. She is half wolf, half witch." He tried to explain. I could remember the person's appearance vividly. "You mean to tell me that young looking woman is an immortal?"

I quickly place the vodka where I saw it. I grab my phone which was laying on the counter and grab my purse, in search for her business card. I smile when I found it and quickly dialed her number. After two rings she picked up. "Hello? Sade Johnson on the line. How may I help you" I hear her speak. "This is Ola Smith. I want you to send me details about your son and his fiancee to know how I can get into their lives" I said before ending the call.

My mind, however, was elsewhere. Astrid moved quietly around the table, pouring wine for the elders and respected pack members. Her long brown hair caught the torchlight with every step, falling like silk down her back. There was something about the way it moved that kept pulling my attention. The way a single strand would slip over her shoulder. The way it framed her small, delicate face. She looked so out of place here — fragile, beautiful, and completely unaware of how dangerous her presence had become to me. “Alpha Xavier,” Sari said suddenly.