Novel & Cerita Avatar Colonel Quaritch

She asks, noticing my devious smile. "You can't let Alexander Echi return to your life, because you are patiently waiting for Mr Chike Eze, right." "Gosh! Girl you are crazy." She replies jokingly. "I'm not thinking of accepting Chike back. He is history now and nothing is going to change that." "Keep telling yourself that and maybe one day you will be able to believe that." She taps my shoulder lightly. "Those were my words, Iris." "And who said I couldn't borrow them."

I hear Ava gasp. Now I laugh at him, "no I don't believe I will, "I Alpha Abigail Rose James, of the Crescent Moon pack reject you Alpha Christov Bonderets, of the Red Moon pack as my fated mate, may the goddess forgive me for breaking the bond she blessed me with."

But the lover preferred that his queen be whole and undamaged. "Tell me why you think I would punish you, Casey," he demanded. Shakily she lifted her fist in between them and showed him the back of her hand with the shiny scarred "H". Ah, so the truth finally emerged. He'd been waiting for her to tell him the truth of this scar. He turned and nodded sharply to his men, "Dismissed."

The atmosphere was dull and the temperature was very low, so low that it made one's whole body tremble. In the center of that big hall was a grand preceptor armchair, and in it sat a middle-aged man with a ruddy face. He appeared to be about 40 to 50 years old. He had a square jaw, thick eyebrows, a high nose, slightly white temples, and was dressed in a black suit. He was the current patriarch of the Quaid family and the person with the highest prestige in the entire family, Quentin Quaid! With the ability to command thousands of troops, he had fought countless battles to achieve his current status.

"Take him away, Zoe. We'll deal with him later." As Zoe dragged Akira away, Ulrich turned her attention back to the battle. Ryker's pack and the humans were closing in, their numbers seemingly endless. But Ulrich and Zoe's bond had grown stronger, their trust in each other unshakeable. With a fierce cry, they launched themselves into the fray, their claws and teeth slicing through the enemy lines. The tide of the battle began to shift, the traitor's betrayal forgotten in the face of their unyielding determination.

"Then it's my turn, Hope Balder, brother of the legend Elizabeth, Avatar of rank E, but evaluated with a potential of rank D, I am a hero and probably the strongest in physical power here. With me, victory is assured!" He looked proudly at his audience, most looking annoyed. "What a good talker... I am Cid, but for you all it's Barron, I don't have time to say anything about me or my power, whatever will come to me, I'll crush it." They looked at him while sighing, Eryl amused. "I think it's good like this. Then it's only left you, Sir Carper." "... I know, I am Anesidora, Dora for 4 people but Mister Carper for the others, E-Rank Avatar... Shaman."

I moved and turned around, facing the others with a smile on my face and Blake's hand on my stomach. "Blake, Did you find the mastermind?" Zayn asked as he took a shot of tequila. I felt Blake's grip on me and I put my hand on him, hoping he will calm down. "Joshua Qued and Nico Corps" He stated dangerously and I gasped as my eyes widened at what I heard. "Those were that bastard who took 20 million?" Jacob emphasized word by word like he can't believe it. Blake nodded at him and I myself can't control what I heard. "I know them."

As we drove away I could see piles of ashes scattered around. "Do you know that I am your queen, Jacob. Also do you know that you have a pereche out there somewhere," I mumbled sourly. He looked at me through the rear view mirror and furrowed his brow. "I am a soldier of the United States Marine Corp and serve to protect the president of these united states, I have no queen and I have no fucking idea what a pereche is," he growled forcefully back at me and I rolled my eyes.

I arched a brow, still in disbelief. This time, she let out a full laugh, attracting the attention of a few students passing by. “Really.” She said, and stepped closer. “My family made a donation, and suddenly 'self-expression' became acceptable." Convinced, I shook her hand and forced a smile on my lips. “I’m Irene Slater.” "I know who you are." Her grin widened. "You're the Alpha's breeder. I was at that party, you know. So I saw the whole thing go down.”

My Vanguard soldiers instantly slammed their heavy spears against their iron shields in a deafening, synchronized salute to their warlord. I turned back toward the dark interior of the vehicle, smoothing down my black armor. I extended my open, armored hand toward Valeria. I fully intended to play the role of the dominant, protective Vanguard Alpha—to physically show the entire continent that the Blood Moon Heir was securely under my thumb and my military protection. But Valeria didn't even look at my hand. She completely ignored my outstretched palm, stepping right past me with a fluid, terrifying grace that entirely cut me out of the frame.