Avenger Timeline 소설 & 이야기

he begged, his voice laced with desperation and frustration. But Ava wasn’t willing to let the moment pass. "No, Carver," Ava countered sharply, her voice firm yet trembling with emotion. "If we wait until tomorrow, you'll have your walls back up. The lies you tell us, the lies you tell yourself." Carver's frustration reached a boiling point, and he sat up abruptly, his movements fueled by pent-up anger. "It's a damned merry-go-round," he shouted, his words cutting through the unsettling stillness. "This happened because I let my guard down. If you were my sub, Ava, it wouldn’t have occurred. But it did. Now you're hurting, and that makes me feel like I've failed you."

Maybe it was growth, maybe it was clarity, or just my past blind incompetence, but I just now thought of that. Who would take over? The Beta I had seen once, maybe twice? Would the pack dismantle? I guess I never really cared before. But my vengeance had recently evolved, or maybe I gained a bit of clarity now that my years of planning were coming to fruition. I was so focused on their deaths nothing else mattered. But did anything else matter to me now? Would it matter after? I thought of the implications of leaving only Nolan. My vengeance wasn’t just selfish anymore. Well, It was. I mean, it was entirely for me, but what I told Hunter moments before his death rang true, and that truth wou

“However, one night, the Alpha of Dawn Valley infiltrated our camp in the middle of the night, when the war had been signaled to a stop. He broke protocol to kill Alpha Asher, who was still moaning the loss of his brother. But that was when Gustav’s mother, one of the senior soldiers, Gianna, spotted the intruders and alerted everyone. She followed the Alpha to Alpha Asher’s tent quietly…and just when he was about to kill Alpha Asher, she saved his life by plunging a silver dagger into his heart. If it hadn't been for Lady Gianna, Alpha Asher wouldn’t even be alive.” Axton backed up against the wall, looking about ready to collapse. His eyes were wide and he dared not meet my eyes. “My mothe