Bertolt Aot Novels & Stories

Dalton opened the first drawer of his study table, pulled the bottle out of the zip bag and cautiously placed it down on the table. Taking his seat, Dalton leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. Leaning closer, I sniffed it, only to confirm my doubts. “It was him.”

“ Hello, Mrs. Trentino. Accept my condolences for the loss of your best friend. I know you are grieving and you expected to come to work tomorrow but I need you right now. Your personal assistant quit and you need a new one. I am holding interviews and I can’t seem to decide who you would want. “ He said. I fought the urge to be rude as that was a minor problem that could easily be solved. He didn’t need me going in. Despite knowing that, I decided that it would be best if I went in. I was very particular about who I hired. That and the fact that I had nothing else to do. Nikolai was still with Anabelle and Florian in the basement torturing someone.

NIKOLAS "You aren't serious." Doria scoffed. "You are really shoving me out of your life for some lowlife prostitute you fucked years ago?" My ears ringed at her assertion. She thought she was better. Oh, Doria had it easy. Every passing second stayed close listening to her spew bullshit made an inferno invite within with me. I had blamed Doria for being rash but heaven knew what I would do if I lost my temper. I pushed past her, returning to the living room only to see my mom prepared to face me with a scowl. Doria had succeeded in pulling her to the dark side. Ignoring the daggers she shot at me, I proceeded to spill the information I had.

A familiar figure stepped in, broad-shouldered, golden‑brown hair, and a face carved with seriousness. "No matter how we feel?" Bertolt cut in sharply. His eyes were bloodshot, his breathing ragged. "Bertolt, when did you—" Reinhardt began, but Bertolt didn’t let him finish. "Reinhardt, you’re becoming selfish. You’re losing your damn bearings!" Bertolt’s words trembled with barely contained anger. "I was in Boston, fighting my way through those crazy Boston Packs, negotiating alliances for you, carrying out your assignments and you couldn’t even look after Nancy, Johannes, and Ursula!" he shouted, voice cracking as he fought back tears.

Alpha Dalton’s POV “Tyler, can you hear me?” I stood beside Connelly and another one of my warriors while we stared at the cabin. I had sent Nick to find Emery. When I got there I had noticed Connelly had made him go with another warrior. I didn’t make a fuss about it, but Connelly was definitely going to hear about it when we got through this shit. Our nervousness was thick in the crisp air and fear danced through my fur covered spine. I waited to hear her voice come into my mind. The seconds were ticking by since she walked into that damn cabin. Why did I let her do this? I know she can handle it but I will never forgive myself if something happens to her. Argent is known for his wrath aga