Destiny Whitlock Now Novels & Stories

She crossed her arms and admired the Statue of Liberty in the distance as the incoming light bathed the entire space. "Finally, a fresh start," she said after adjusting the photo frame next to the state-of-the-art, built-in television. The photo captured her graduation from university, standing alone with a serious expression she often wore in pictures. She smiled and then sighed. Her phone rang in the nearby bedroom. When she picked it up, she saw an unknown number on the screen. She squinted, thinking it could be Jamie, as she had blocked all unknown numbers, but this was a new one. "Do I have to change my number?" The unknown number persisted, so she answered, "Hello?" "Can you stop block

(Derek's POV) I stood motionless in the shadows, watching Whitney Stone through my ceremonial mask. The moon cast an eerie glow across the abandoned warehouse at the pack territory borders. My enhanced pack guards had positioned themselves strategically around the area, blocking all possible escape routes. Whitney was still fuming, her scent sharp with anger and frustration. I knew the source of her rage—Alexander Blackwood had publicly snubbed her at the Silver Moon Pack Gathering earlier. Her pride had been wounded, but that was nothing compared to what awaited her.

– C. Celeste Whitmore. Damon’s fiancée. The woman who, until now, had seemed a distant, untouchable figure, the silent adversary in the shadows of Juliette’s fractured past. And yet here she was, asking for a meeting, promising knowledge about Damon’s accident and his lost memories. A truce, perhaps, or something more complicated.

came a bright, mischievous voice from behind them. They turned to see none other than Destiny Callahan strutting toward them like she owned the entire world. At thirteen, Destiny was the kind of teenager every parent warned their kids about. She was dressed in a fashionable outfit that wasn’t age-appropriate for school, but she made it work, and no one dared to question her style. Without hesitation, she threw her arms around Damien, then gave Anna a warm hug. “Hi, nephews,” she said dramatically. “I came to say goodbye to my youngest nephew before he heads off into the snowy wilderness!”

Her voice shook. "What you need is a personal accountant, Destiny. He'll handle your charity donation for you and give you a proper account." She nodded, her hands still covering her face. Destiny might seem strong and mature on the outside but deep down, she was still a work in progress, a blooming flower who seriously craved nurturing. Wilhelm drew closer to uncover her face. She didn't fight it. When her hands left her face, her eyes were shining with tears that will soon be falling.

I have to manage to speak to him alone; maybe then I can get something out of him. I stare at the ceiling, trying to think of a plan. I'd like to believe Alex doesn't want to hurt me, but about her... I'm not so sure. She seems very determined, I just don't understand why. What did Dex do that she'd go so far to get him? Could she be an ex? No, I doubt it; she's from the other side of the country. And besides, as far as I know, he hasn't had a relationship with anyone other than Lucy. She's not a wolf, so she's not from a rival pack. Another company trying to take Dex down could be a possibility. That just doesn't explain how she knows they're wolves.

Abbey's point of view. The cell was filled with noise as I struggled to wake up, the banging of the iron gate mingling with animalistic growls. The last time I heard such commotion was when our pack was raided. "What's going on?" Charity asked as she rubbed her eyes, trying to wake up. "It's Ejection Day, Alpha,Charity," Titi, the girl in the cell next to ours, informed Charity. She was from the same pack as Charity but held the rank of an omega.

I said coldly. For some seconds, she gazed at me with anger and stood up. "Before, I leave, I feel I should let you know that Whitney is no longer the way she used to be when she was in Montgomery. Judging by the expensive dress and jewelry she was putting on the day I saw her, she is now wealthy courtesy of her wealthy mate who she said has several companies. Whitney also told me that she is the Chief Operating Officer of one of her mate's companies," she paused to catch her breath.

I justify to myself that this is the reason everyone is staring, as well as the numerous smug expressions and close-mouthed whispers I notice all around us. But I'm not cynical enough to think it's true. They encounter Baily Dixon, who abused a long-forgotten law to break from her group. who broke off a mating agreement, refused to change, and in doing so exposed her family to rumours and scorn. Everyone is wondering what I'll mess up next. The waltz's spinning doesn't make me want to throw up. I grab on to Ashton's shoulder and close my eyes, hoping the music will end soon. Thankfully, it does, and we move aside to respectfully congratulate the quartet.

My face must have showed my sorrow for her as she says "I guess you have figured it out, that I have lost my mate nearly a year ago now and everyday I feel hollow and I feel like the part of my soul Vince left behind is bleeding everyday and I can't take the pain anymore. I did what he asked me to do, I took care of Asher until he could sort things out without anyone else and now my job is done and I want to go to Vince and if my death helps you gain the power you need to take down these creatures aswell then I am more than happy to do it." "It will be an honour to accept your power." I say to Scarlet