Blake Silva Novels & Stories

Chapter 11 I stared at the glossy tablet screen in Matteo’s hand, gripping my glass of scotch so hard the crystal groaned in protest. The headline on The New York Observer's digital front page was practically screaming in bold, black letters: THE ICE KING THAWS: JULIAN VANCE UTTERLY BEWITCHED BY NEW BRIDE.

“I, Talia—what’s your last name?” “I, Talia Wyatt,” I said. “Hereby solemnly pledge.” “Hereby solemnly pledge.” “My loyalty and allegiance to the Midnight Maple Pack.” “My loyalty and allegiance to the Midnight Maple Pack.” “And Alpha Blake Wulfric.” “And Alpha Blake Wulfric.” After his last name left my mouth, I felt a connection within me snap into place and a tethering to Blake. Once the feeling passed, we separated our hands.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

He held me in the silence, letting the world fade away. Even if Sloane Pierce was still sharpening her knives in the dark. So what? How could you freeze a heart made of fire? The next morning. The territory was in a fever. Love More was finally releasing the highlights from the coastal shoot. Every pup and elder wanted to see the man who had replaced the prince, Blake Turner. How dare an outsider take a kill that belonged to a Turner? "Your followers are certainly vocal," Blake’s manager said, sipping coffee. "They’re waiting to tear this interloper apart the moment he shows his face."

“Enough.” Blake’s voice held power. It was enough to get fear flash through Sierra’s eyes as she lowered her head, opting for a more submissive posture. This made Sylvia raise an eyebrow. However, she wasn’t surprised. Not after all the information she got to learn. Even if they were all wealthy and influential, Blake must be from a whole different level. Moreover, it didn’t help that he had an intimidating presence. Blake’s eyes fell on her next, and Sylvia smiled. He let go of Sierra’s hand and held hers next, about to pull her out when Sylvia voiced out, “Hold on a second.”

I cannot help the small burst of interest that sparks inside me, too. Like Ethan, Blake is an alpha. He must be around the same age, too. He has the Southlands accent and says he worked in the King’s Guard. How did he rise to such a high position among the Wolves? “Why did you choose to come here, little rabbit?” asks Blake. “I didn’t. I was kidnapped.” “Hm.” His eyes gleam, as if he knows I am lying. He removes the letter opener from the cloth and his skin hisses as the silver touches his skin.

Ryan started taking out a black pin and pinning it to my shirt “ We can see what you can see, which will help with instructions and being able to see where you are. It blends in with your clothing choices perfectly. But if for any reason they make you change you need to unclip this and try and make it blind in the best way you can. This is important Char we can’t get busted or you can die right then and there” Creed said as Ryan adjusted it to my shirt. “ I understand” I nodded gulping down some of my coffee

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

A whole night of fucking torture! Not me. The sucker who decided to sell the formula I created to the Mexicans without our fucking authorization. Of course, which brings me to Pryia CHEATER. Everyone thinks Blake runs the hill, but he died less than two years ago and since then the only one on the front line is his younger brother Olav, or as he prefers to be called, Midnight. The guy was seventeen when he watched his brother being murdered and then had to bury him alone, I don't believe that at that moment he had the audacity to take his place, but that's what happened.