Novel & Cerita Black Crewmate

“My first mate was taken from me, killed by another. She was pregnant with my unborn pup. Do you know where that woman lives now?” I shake my head “Black Shadow.” “What?” Why would Neah let someone like that live there? She was clearly friends with this guy. “Do I like it? No. Do I want to rip her limbs from her torso everytime I see her? Yes. But what is even more bothersome is that my mate has struck up a friendship with her.” I see the way Damien cocks an eyebrow at him. Maybe some of it was news to him. “And him,” He points at Damien, “He lost his mate, your sibling. So if anyone knows what you are going through, it’s us. But right now, she is still alive, be fucking grateful for that. B

Marcus had sent a text: “Mercenaries en route. ETA 15 minutes.” “They’ll be here soon,” I told Aurora. “Good.” She cracked her knuckles. “I’m ready.” Fifteen minutes later, three black vans pulled up. The doors opened, and men poured out—twenty of them, just like I’d asked. All armed with rifles, tactical gear, faces hard. Torstein stepped out of the lead van. “Alpha, we’re ready when you are.”

"Your life is precious, but you put yourself on the line without thinking." "Me and those men, we are not equals are we? We can't be because I'm an Alpha's mate and that places me above them, right? It is frightening how I could have been in their place, the gun could have been pointing at my head, but it wasn't because we're mates. I may not understand what the Alpha has to do, but I don't think a title should place me above them. I was called a rogue, and I'm sure it was because I am one just like those people. My life is not more precious than theirs, if anything, two lives should be worth more than one. Either way, the gun still pointed at me eventually."

Not the name or the adoption certificate or even the plasma abilities. But the willingness to stand between innocent people and danger. To fight when necessary. To lead when no one else would. That's what made someone Blackwood. And today—in this scorched courtyard, surrounded by people who'd survived because we'd refused to give up—I'd proven I was exactly that. Shawn Blackwood. Seventeen years old, werewitch, plasma manipulator. Brother. Nephew. Packmate. Leader. It was terrifying and overwhelming and absolutely insane.

Ang mga ito ay mas maliit, mas mabilis, at tila gawa sa Liquid Light. ​"Interstellar vessel, identify yourselves," isang malamig na boses ang pumasok sa kanilang comms. "You are entering the airspace of the United Earth Protectorate." ​"Ako si Xander Black," madiing sagot ni Xander. "Kasama ko ang pamilya ko. Naka-deploy kami sa Mars Mission ng NEA." ​Katahimikan. Isang mahabang katahimikan. ​"Xander Black?" ang boses ng operator ay biglang nanginig. "Ang... Ang Unang Wolf? Imposible. Patay na ang pamilya Black simula noong Great Disappearance ng 2026."

I…I, Rieka Velvela from the Stack Pride Pack, accept you Lyall…" she paused, thinking of his other name. "Adawol." He finished. "Adawol from the Red Lycan Pack as my mate." "Good,' he chuckled. "Don't worry, as long as you do as I say, your arm will heal, stopping the poison from going further into your body and you are in bed with these two Alphas. While the rest of us are going to watch you from afar and enjoy the show." He began walking away from her. "Wait, how can I…" He interrupted. '`Didn't you just say a moment ago that you will do as I say?'

Discovering the captain planned to enjoy Diana first before handing her over to the crew, Kor made his way quickly to the captain's quarters. Kor intended to be on hand before anything happened to his chosen. The only taste the captain would be getting tonight would be that of his own mortality. Kor crouched in the captain's quarters, his eyes glowing in the darkness and his teeth bared in a vicious grin. In a grim silence, he waited to execute the beast who'd dared lay hands on his mate.

The air around the Crestmoon pack was thick with tension. Word of the betrayal within their ranks had spread like wildfire, and the pack, once a well-knit family, was now a powder keg waiting to explode. Olivia’s mind raced as she stood on the edge of the pack's clearing, staring into the distance. Ralph’s absence left a hollow in her chest, and the weight of the decisions that had to be made felt like a suffocating cloud.

The eyes of my beloved mate. Oh, I forgot to make a proper introduction. My name is Devon Nathaniel Black. I am the Beta of the Black Bolt Pack. I'm seventy years old, but I don't look a day over twenty-four 'wink'. My mate, Isla passed away four years ago. I am 6'2 with black hair and grey eyes. My wolf's name is Jace, and he has been having a hard time dealing with our mate's death actually all of us have been having a difficult time accepting Isla's death.

A new werewolf council would be selected as well. Pamella and her mate, Josh were going to be the new Betas of the pack and Belinda and Luke the new Gammas. There would be a new pack doctor, healer, seer, and lead warrior. The former members of the council would then become the new Elders of the pack. "I might have to come up with some excuse to miss it," Favi stated. "I'm being very serious on that." There was no way Mrs Smith wouldn't know she was faking.