Novel & Cerita Elwood Curtis

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

I've always hated it. I just rolled my eyes which earned a laugh from everyone. "Your brother here tells me that you both have money that you've saved over the years and are willing to give it to me to pay off Austin Dechart." "Pretty much. Oh and your brothers here have also agreed to give us some money to help. But we're $15,000 short." "Hey we have names you know." Uncle James says. I ignore his comment as I finally sneak a piece of bacon off the plate and eat it.

We should get Alpha Elias, before he goes into hiding. “Or we just call him to come here. Going to him, he might have plans to overpower us.” We all agree with Oliver. So he call Alpha Elias. He shows up within an hour. He came into my office, I made it look like we need news on the invasion matter. Jayden serves him a cup of coffe. After few minutes, he’s passed out. “What did you do?” I ask Jayden, knowing he did something. “I’ve always wanted to try this new powdery stuff I got from your mom. It’s like a truth serum. He will be fine.”

Their silence seemed like an act of cowardice to me. "Mendez?" I called, my expression quizzical with one eyebrow arched. My attention shifted to the oldest among the group, a man who appeared to be over a hundred years old, with gray patches in his hair. "Alpha Hawthorne," he responded, and I waited with anticipation, hoping for a satisfactory explanation of what I had just heard.

Never this terrifyingly beautiful. I forgot to breathe. Even the assassin holding the blade to my throat faltered. His grip loosened just slightly—but enough. Now. Without thinking, I threw my elbow back into his stomach with all the strength I could summon. He grunted, staggering, and I yanked myself out of his hold and stumbled forward. The wolf’s gaze flicked to me for the briefest second—just long enough to acknowledge what I’d done. There was a glint in his eyes, something like surprise… and pride.

Those striking blue eyes, her light skin, the way she held her ground even when she was scared— she wasn’t like the other girls in this school. But that didn’t matter. She had undermined my authority. And for that, she would suffer. Just then, the door swung open. George walked in, his uniform slightly untucked, his expression amused. George was the most easygoing of the three of us. His father was the Chief Justice of Nigeria, yet he acted like he came from an average family. He never flaunted his wealth, never played power games like Julius and me. He dropped onto the couch and stretched his legs. “So, are we skipping school already? It’s just the first day of our senior year in this same

She never came out of her room yesterday, not for food, not to catch up on her pack duties. Nothing. When I tried to get into the room and talk to her she wouldn’t say anything, just kept the door locked and the tv up really loud. Don’t get me wrong, I have a key to the door. But the goal is for her to want to talk to me again, and barging into the room where I'm not wanting just might not be the answer. She let Creed in the room long enough to give her food and restock her snacks in the mini fridge. He said she looked awful, her hair is a mess and there’s trash all over the room. It’s been days since she’s left the room and everytime he goes in there to give her food he said it smells like