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!”

“You still have to meet with representatives from Ceso Group tomorrow. Don’t embarrass me.” Tara’s jaw tightened. Of course. Her role in Adrian’s life was simple. She was the face of Ashbourne. When delicate negotiations needed charm and trust, Tara handled them. After that, Adrian only had to enjoy the smooth road she had already cleared for him. “Don’t worry,” Tara said, holding his gaze. “I won’t disappoint you.” Adrian smiled broadly. “That’s my wife.” He moved to slip an arm around her, but Tara instinctively stepped away. The motion made Adrian frown.

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.

I wondered how much alike in appearance they were. “Greetings, Mage Verstarjen,” Tarragon called up at him, her voice giving no sign of intimidation. “I am Princess Tarragon, heir to Queen Diandreliera and King Valsaurienkachelial taradrakyn. You are expecting us, and we are assured of your hospitality whilst we rest before beginning our descent on the other side.”

“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.

Now and then, my eyes stole glances at mom and Jeff. Huh, look how they laugh together like a love-drunk couple. That's disgusting to me. "Oh, dude," shouted Astrid, getting off the bike. She immediately hugged me "why is it so suddenly? What about Arley? Asked Astrid. She's the only friend I have. She has exotic brown skin with shiny black hair, and she has long lashes and an oval face like mine. There is one dimple on her left cheek. It adds to the sweetness of her face.

“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.

“You two always arrive right when the food’s ready. Lucky timing, or just good instincts?” “Both,” Astrid quipped, sweeping across the room to kiss Saffron’s cheek before turning to Tobias. “And look who’s brooding less these days.” Tobias rolled his eyes but hugged her all the same. “Don’t start.” Astrid crouched almost immediately, her braid slipping forward as she stretched her arms wide. “And who do we have here? My favourite little wolves!” “Zane, Zara,” Kieran said, clapping his hands once. “Come say hello.”