Novel & Cerita Commander Bly Black Series

The dark hair, the hair on his face doing absolutely nothing to hide the strength of his jaw or how full his lips were. When I had first met Colton, he had been gorgeous. But gorgeous didn’t even cover him now. And the darkness in his eyes only added to it. “Yeah I know your mum kid, she’s like royalty around here. Everyone knows of her. Your grandad used to be president of the Black Aces.” He patted his chest, and my eyes skimmed over the badges here. Sergeant at Arms. Interesting but not entirely surprising.

They had never expected the Ironclaw Vanguard and the Black Fang Unit—forces permanently stationed deep in the South Dominion—to arrive as well. Seth Hemsley, commander of the Black Fang Unit, smiled casually. "How could we not come once we heard about Father's condition?" "Exactly! South Dominion's stable now. None of those lowlifes would dare set foot into our territory." Tyson Cable, commander of the Ironclaw Vanguard, wore a fierce scowl, his face etched with menace. "Besides, nothing matters more than Father's safety. Let me find the bastard who did this—I'll wipe him off the map."

“Who's Matteo?” Was she pretending not to know Matteo? Sergio wasn't sure what to think. After so much torture, the traitor had fed up Matteo to them. So he's trying to reestablish the De Luca line. Well let him try and see how far he goes with it. “Send Bianca to me.” He commanded his second in command. “You asked for me”. she said, entering his study. “You have to take responsibility for this.” Sergio's tone was flat. “What exactly are you referring to.”

I looked to the other side and saw my council members with Father in the midst of them. And on the other side, it was the council members of the Crimson Fang Empire. My heart sank into my stomach as my eyes met with their Alpha, Alpha Kael. He was tall, well built and looked extremely handsome. But the admiration did not last long, it was replaced by a deep hatred when I reminded myself that it was his people who killed Mother. " Princess Lyra, you are welcome, we have been waiting for you to show up and here you are" the council leader from my pack said.

I felt him before I saw him. The air seemed to thicken, growing heavier in my lungs. Power—older, rougher—rolled into the hall like a storm front. “Alpha Kael Draven,” the herald announced, suddenly less loud. “Commander of the Blackthorn War Pack.” Whispers hissed along the servant line. *The Bastard Alpha.* *The Butcher of Blackthorn.* *He rips rogues apart for sport—bare‑handed.* He was taller than Lucian, broader through the shoulders, built like the mountains surrounding our lands. His armor was a matte black that drank in the light, scarred and dented, not decorative. No jewels. Just hard, worn metal and leather that had seen real war.

"Senior Commander, Tae Li." Tae hit his staff against the floor and smiled. "Ah, Brent. It has been years. To what do I owe this visit?" "Senior Commander, I have come with a proposal that could benefit both our families." Tae stared at him with a raised eyebrow. *Oh?* It was as if he were wondering what a Banks could possibly offer a Blackwood. Tae gestured for him to sit; he could see Harold’s legs shaking from the tension of the encounter. "Sit. Tell me of this 'benefit'."

“It might be too compact.” “It’ll get the job done without knocking you backwards, I assure you,” Lou said. “But I can show you something a little bigger if you want.” “Can I . . . take it for a test drive or something?” Lacey asked. “The range is downstairs. I can load it up and show you how to use it, if you want,” Lou said. “Yes, please do,” Lacey said. Layla looked down in the case in front of them. “I want to see that chrome Python and the bronze Glock,” she heard herself say.

I demanded, my voice dropping into that ragged, double-toned scrap of my sovereign authority as I forced myself to stand, my knees trembling but locking in place. The commander raised a gloved hand, slowly unlocking the clasps of his silver visor. As he pulled the metal away, my heart stopped. He didn't have the golden eyes of our pack, or the pale blue eyes of the northern outcasts. His eyes were entirely pitch-black, the sclera and pupils fused into a solid, liquid void—the exact same terrifying, bottomless black that Killian’s eyes became when his feral wolf took complete control.

"Her name's Tahira, Blake, we'll know more about her during the wedding and mating ceremony." Aiden said, twitching his jaw as if he said something abominable and licking his lower lips. Aiden was just the epitome of wicked beauty. His face was like a refined mineral, smooth and clean and his golden eyes could get anyone hypnotized. "This is Blake, Tahira, He's the second in command in charge of the black Crystal Pack." He said and I turned to look at another hot snack whose bodies were like those of wrestlers. Hard naked arms with muscles that could be strong enough to lift me and pin me to the wall.

At the beginning of the war, I had told them all to leave Natalie and Ash out of the majority of the fighting, but I am unsure of how much they listened to me. And now with the new rumour running around it’s going to be interesting to see who follows orders and who doesn’t. With Black and Blue helping the other Ma Vista’s I was going to have trouble pulling sway at the meeting I was about to call. Black had sort of been my wingman, and to have him leave was a massive let down to the team. The fact that he helped kill his brothers that he has had for over a century just demonstrates how important this final battle is going to be. I will need all my resources, and probably a bit of manipulatin