Darwin X Carrie Novels & Stories

"Here." Alex Brown got out of the sports car, covered in wreckage, his clothes in disarray, his forehead seemingly still carrying blood that had crusted over from time. Marisa Darcy saw him and ran over to him , hugging Alex Brown' waist with red eyes. Alex Brown let her hold him, and after a while. Marisa Darcy let go of him and looked at Alex Brown: "Alex , how did you get into the accident?" Alex Brown has always been a very self-disciplined person, he rarely smokes, and he is even more impossible to race a car. Marisa Miller's heart alarmed, holding Alex Brown' hand which curled into a fist .

came the gravelly voice of Dan, one of Vinnie’s most trusted men, as he walked into the room with a confident gait. Vinnie looked up slowly, his expression unreadable. “What is it, Dan?” “It’s about the Harringtons,” Dan replied, dropping into the chair opposite his boss. Vinnie’s attention sharpened at the name. “Their first son, Harrison, has gotten married.” An eyebrow arched slightly. “Oh? Who’s the lucky girl?” “None other than the Hunt daughter. She goes by the name Carmilla,” Dan said, a smug grin creeping across his face.

Darius immediately rushes to Alana's side. Crouching down the Alpha slowly places his mate's head on his lap, her blood staining his clothes and hands. His wolf whimpering inside him, not being able to feel his mate bond anymore. His dark eyes darkened even more. "Mom" a voice whispered, Adryan's eyes filling with tears as he took in the horror before him. His mother's unmoving frame was in his father's arm, the crimson blood of hers painting half of her body as her body slowly started to pale. His ocean blue eyes snapped towards Darius, who was staring back at him, a strange emotion swimming in those ocean blue eyes, Darius didn't know it back then, but that moment was the beginning of his

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

But Carter barely heard them because he was looking at Dallas. “Move,” Carter said. He’d always wanted a family of his own, and he loved kids, but this? This was crazy! He had to get out of there. Dallas grinned, a look of smug satisfaction spreading across his face. “There’s no way I’m letting the carrier of my heir walk out of here without me.” Carter glared at his arch nemesis. “Your heir?” “Yes. My heir. Unless you’ve had sex with another werewolf since last night.” Dallas tilted his head, “…which I’m going to assume you haven’t, given the timeline.”

His hand let go of me but he held me close to him. "Hey, what the hell! We need to pee you know!" A voice from outside shouted and I felt my cheeks burning. Cyrus pushed me behind him and when he opened the door, he growled at the two young ladies who seemed flustered when they saw Cyrus. "Alpha," the girl whispered while the one beside her looked at me with her scrutinizing eyes, but Cyrus dragged me out of her way, from everyone else and I just found myself being pushed inside a car and my senses kicked in. How dramatic!

Dallas reveals and she places her hands on the arms of Daxton and Darius, stopping them from lunging at their Mother. “Let the Elders deal with her, she has done more than enough damage and she needs to be removed from your lives. Another Squad is on their way to pick her up; the Elders will watch this footage and deal with her accordingly.” Dallas says as she lifts her head up towards Daxton. He takes her silent hint without hesitation and lowers his head to kiss her, calming himself and Cyran down. Darius steps closer to Dallas to bury his nose in her hair, enjoying the feelings that run through their bond and not just the ones his Mate is feeling.