Edgar's Relentless Pursuit Novels & Stories

Edgar was on his way back to the Alpha’s house. Joel asked him to buy egg tart. On his way, he kept on thinking about the Elder’s quest. [Do your job properly, Alpha Edgar.] Alpha Edgar. “What’s the point of being like that? I don’t have my pack anymore. They are all dead,” Edgar said with a sigh. He ruffled his hair and furrowed his forehead deeply. When he took one step forward, he sensed paces that were quiet as mice behind his back. With widened eyes, he put his weight on his left foot, grabbed a knife from his inner jacket, and turned around.

Edga, to my surprise, murmured against my ears, pulling me even closer as if he was trying to merge both our skin. “What do you mean?” I asked softly. He was quiet for a beat before speaking again. “I was only a boy when I lost my father. This portrait was made by the finest painters. They had nothing but an old painting with only half his face, and my memory.” “How sweet. Does your father know you killed innocent women and children just so you can hang a faux portrait of him in a palace paved with blood?” From what I knew about him. Edgar had taken over the northern kingdom ten years ago, killing the Old king and queen in cold blood, and taking over. So many kingdoms had tried to fight him

Lenny clenched his jaw, the sting of exile hitting harder than the physical blows. “Did she tell you I dragged her to that bar? That’s a lie! I hate her, but I’m not a fool. She’s the one who was howling for you, and I just opened the gate. I didn't care. I didn't lead her there; she followed your scent like a lost pup.” Edgar’s hand twitched. He wanted to silence the boy. “You might not have dragged her,” Edgar growled, “but you gave a drugged woman the directions to a rogue den and didn't even alert the patrol! She could have been culled! She can barely remember her own name!”

Edgar under pressure removes variables. He contracts, he focuses, he finds the single most legible target and he moves on it." I paused. "And the most legible target in his current picture is us."The room was quiet."How long." Astra said."Before he moves." I said. "Hours. Not days." I looked at Adrian. "The question is whether we want to wait for him or move first."Adrian held my gaze."We've been moving for the first time all week." He said."Yes." I said. "And it worked.""The pack." Astra said carefully.

"What's up? Didn't see that coming?" Edgar returned to his senses as he was nothing but enraged. "You… You traitor. How dare you betray Sect Master Kye? You'll pay for this." Edgar felt nothing but rage and remorse then. He had been far too careless, thinking too much about the precious treasures and letting his guard down to end up falling for that bastard's trap. Bosco's expression darkened as he said coldly, "Watch your words. Do you really think I won't hit you? Get him, get him!"

What Edgar was planning was simply, evil and even if he had been wronged, I was sure Anna’s father was just trying to put an end to their madness. Edgar tried to scare me away from this fight, but all he managed to do now was give me more reasons why I should do everything I could to stop him. I couldn’t stand by and let him ruin the order of the world we knew. I grabbed him fiercely, lifting him by the collar, and then slammed him on the hood of the car, “What have you done to her?! Who told you about the codes?!” I snapped irritably. There was no time to play nice anymore. If we wanted answers, someone needed to be ruthless and drill it out of them.

Jasper mocked him more. "What do you want?" Edgar started to raise his tone a little. "I want to know where Xander is hiding," Evangeline Alexander said. Edgar's expression suddenly turned flat and tense. Now, he was sure the man before him was Gabriel Xander's enemy. Edgar's eyes rolled slightly. He shook his head quickly. "I don't know." Jasper strangled Edgar again immediately. He grinned widely, so happy with Edgar's suffering. He was suffocating and unable to breathe.

Edgar must choose if he’ll go visit the gravesite or locate his former partner. If Edgar chooses to visit the gravesite, he’ll see his mom and brother there. His brother is now a cop and works for the department. He vows to catch Edgar’s killer and make him pay for what he’s done. Mom cries. You know how women break out the water-works. Edgar watches his family from afar and decides not to confront them because he doesn’t want to shock them. He instead returns to the lab.

*** I stumbled against a tree trunk and rushed to get up from the ground. I desperately tried to catch my breath, but my chest was burning, and my heart was aching. I got back up to my feet and continued running through the woods. I came to an abrupt stop when I reached an old graveyard. All the graves were covered in grass, their tombstones shattered to pieces except for one grave in particular. I hesitantly took a step forward. I sucked in a deep breath before carefully walking over to the only standing tombstone in the entire graveyard.

"I understand, Mrs. Edgar. I won't rush into anything blindly. I'll discreetly investigate this matter, dig deeper into the background of the blogger and anyone associated with them. There must be a connection that leads us to the person who orchestrated this betrayal." Mrs. Edgar's voice held a note of warning. "Remember, Kim, patience is key. Rushing into action without a solid plan will only expose our vulnerabilities. Gather your resources, be thorough in your investigations, and report back to me with any significant findings. We need to stay one step ahead of my son." Kim's determination solidified into a steely resolve. She had always been meticulous and calculated in her approach, an