Astrid Taran Novels & Stories

while tilting his head. The girl who came to help me tried to hold back her laughter. Dane glanced at her questionably. “Got something to add Kendra?” “Catrina is a lying bitch,” Kendra unveiled. “Fuck you!” Catrina snapped back. Dane looked at all of us before settling his gaze on me. “New girl, what happened?” I tilted my head to the side, letting my hair fall over my eye, and replied, “Nothing, sir.” Catrina hissed, “It’s Alpha!”

"Kara?" The woman standing before him frowned slightly. The same face—her eyes, nose, even the shape of her lips were almost identical. For one brief second, Adrian truly thought the woman in front of him was Kara. A relieved smile even appeared on his face. But a second later... that smile disappeared. "Excuse me?" the woman said softly, her voice filled with genuine confusion. Adrian slowly realized his mistake. "You are...?" "I'm Tara." The woman smiled politely. "Kara's twin sister."

All four of these women are impossibly gorgeous, and I’m feeling a little self-conscious as I stand across from them with tangly, windblown hair, dressed in borrowed clothes that don’t fit quite right. “Sorry for barging in like this, we’re just so excited you’re here!” the little curly-haired one chirps enthusiastically. She must be able to read the confusion on my face because she quickly goes on to elaborate. “You met our mates this morning. I’m Astrid, and this is Quinn, Brooke, and Fallon,” she says, pointing to each of the other girls as she names them off. “Nice to meet you all,” I breathe, smoothing my hair with a hand and stepping closer. “Are you part of Reid’s pack, or…”

“You may have all seen her at the wedding but now you get to be acquainted with her.” “Darana,” she called firmly. “Please step forward and let everyone see you while I introduce them to you.” I glanced at Darana, expecting to see any trace of fear but there was none. Instead, she held herself with grace and stepped forward with her chin held high. I tried to hide my smirk but failed. She was really so good at acting. “Darana, meet my second son, Adan Titterington. He holds a share in one of the companies and he’s very good at scheming. I mean planning things.” she corrected.

“What is your name, dear?” “Astrid.” Astrid replied, looking down. She never expected to meet his mother this soon. What would happen now? “Astrid. How lovely.” His mother’s Greek accent rolled down her tongue freely. She was beautiful, standing tall at five feet, eight inches. That was two inches taller than Astrid and five inches shorter than Darius. Her eyes were the brightest brown, similar to Darius’s eye colour under the influence of good lighting. Her black hair was straight and long, reaching the middle of her back.

she said because she knows the fact that Andrew doesn't bluff and she didn't want anyone to see her without a dress. Astrid chose a bold red dress with a sweetheart curve, which fit her perfectly. She thought to herself, "He'd be a jerk to reject this dress." When she walked out, Andrew stood up, seemingly pleased, but didn't compliment her. Instead, he said, "This is better. Move on to the next step." Astrid felt a pang of disappointment, wondering why he didn't acknowledge her beauty. The designer finished her makeup, styled her hair, and added matching accessories. Astrid admired herself in the mirror, feeling more beautiful than ever before. However, memories of her sister Mira's privile

I said in a low tone. Something about Rivera kept on nagging at my guts, and I was thankful we had gotten closer to the tents. “is that the Alpha King’s tent?” she asked, pointing towards Hades’ tent. I turned my head toward her, about to answer when the words clogged in my throat. I stood with my eyes wide in shock as Astrid walked out of the tent, her hair in a mess like hands had pulled them. Her lips swollen like It had just been kissed. My eyes trailed down to her neck, watering as I noticed the bite marks decorating it. Astrid pulled her hair up, the same way Hades made me do mine, proudly showing off his marks.

“I don’t belong here.” “Oh, please, Caden. Don’t be a drag now,” Astrid murmurs, slipping a finger under my chin and tilting my face toward hers. “You promised you’d do your best.” “And I am,” I say, meeting her eyes with a calm I don’t feel. “This is my best.” She rolls her eyes—of course, she does. She’s Astrid—the only woman I ever dated and dreamed of before Vivienne came into my life. And she doesn’t take no for an answer.

Not just as a member of the pack. But as his mate She had trained for it. Prepared for it. Believed it was her destiny. But destiny had a cruel sense of humor. Because the elders had not spoken her name during the Choosing Ceremony. They had spoken another. Aria. Selene’s fingers curled slowly into fists when she first heard the news. The lone wolf. The outsider. The girl Ryan had dragged half dead out of the forest years ago. That girl had been chosen over her. It made no sense.

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.