Christopher Argent Mga Nobela at Kwento

When I did not answer, he looked toward the door. "He goes by the name Jason. He said you would want to see him." He said, but I was already up on my feet and heading towards the door without realizing it. "Please let him in," I said without hesitating. I didn't remember getting any visitors, and the one person that Dominic hated was right there, in his home. Christopher tilted his head and disappeared, and no sooner than he did, Jason strode in. I rushed to close the door behind him while he admired the place, walking like he was in a palace somewhere. He looked up and down.

I ran a hand through my hair and closed my eyes, “You were never supposed to see that.” “Well, here we are. What the hell?” “You are right. After Stefano, the war and everything that happened, we didn’t try for a kid until Maddy. But... I wasn’t the father.” He looked at me blankly, “What?” “When I got her back from South America, after being with Andrea Martinez for months... she was pregnant.” Cato’s face fell. “She wouldn’t have wanted to mate with him.” I looked gravely up, “No. She didn’t.”

I refocus on Doctor Argent, wondering why she called me by one name only to repeat the question, he smirks at me and I sense that he does not like me at all "His Majesty, Eligor, wants you to be Kateline, but you could never be her, could you? You're Tegwen, the traitorous runaway who betrayed her pack." He sneers and for a second his face changes to the Coal of my dreams, flickering between the face I feel like I love and back to the Doctor. My head starts to spin, nausea has me squeezing my eyes shut and holding onto the bedsheets like they could stop me falling over. "Doctor Argent, I need to stop." I call out and his voice seems very far away.

“He’s her grandfather. And whatever history he has with you, with Stella… I need to see who he really is.” Serena nodded sharply, falling into step beside us as we made our way down. The corridor offerings had been cleared to one side, but their presence still warmed the air—blankets, runes, and tiny clothes reminding me that our daughter was already claimed by the pack. Collins Argent waited in the center of the receiving hall, flanked by two of our warriors. He was taller than I’d imagined, broad-shouldered with silver threading through dark hair and the same intense amber eyes Alfredo carried. Age had weathered him, but power still clung to his frame like an old cloak. He wasn’t posturing

Nonetheless, I wasn't fazed by her description. "Are they that good looking?" Paige asked doubtfully, her question mirroring my thoughts. "Yeah. I would do one of them if not both. They're that hot." Chris responded, stressing the HOT. Yes, Chris was bisexual, so he got his way with both sexes since he was really hot himself, to the extent that I would be into him but he was too much of an ass wipe and I saw him as my elder brother which was surely mutual. "Uh-huh. Kris, I'm gonna get a glimpse of this hotness. You coming?" Paige inquired, glancing at me.

- he says with a grim tone. - You can always try, idiot. - Dominic tells him, and I laugh. - But Dad, Brady is still young. He will remain the beta for a long time. - I don't think so. After today, I'm pretty much sure. We had a big argument. I yelled at him, and he wouldn't open his mouth, but I saw hate in his eyes for the first time in my life. Angel's presence awakened old feelings in him, the loss of his mate 12 years ago. I think he's losing his reason.

I had to let him go or I would never be what my people needed. Damien stood next to me in support. His gaze went to Chris and tears were about to spill between the both of them. "I, Damien Argent, reject you, Christopher Knight, as my mate." Then he lowered his shirt on his shoulder showing us his mark. "This whole time it was your own brother that betrayed you, not your sister. I hope you find a way to be a better Alpha and brother in the future." Damien turned on his heels from the brothers and walked to Nate.

Something is wrong, and I don't know if I'll like what I'm about to hear. "Sweetheart, our goddess has chosen you to be honored with the blessing of becoming our next lead warrior," Luna Christy explains. My mind becomes clouded as I turn my eye sight towards her. My eyes go wide in shock and my mouth gawked openly, "I, wait ....what?" I narrow my sight. The words barely escape in a whisper.

We were fighting the very idea that we weren't enough. "I am the Argentum Prime," I roared, my voice echoing through the lunar stone. "And the Circle is closed".

Years and years of them. Marcus's voice came through the speaker. "I've been watching him a long time, sister. Every move he makes. Every deal. Every secret. And tomorrow I'm gonna show you who Damien De Argent really is." The video cut out. Another text came through: "Tomorrow night. Pier 17. Come alone if you want the truth. Bring him and you're both dead." Celeste stared at her phone. Her brain couldn't keep up with all the questions. The doubt. The fear.