Novel & Cerita Felix Hugo Fraldarius

Sydney huffed in annoyance, "Your sorry doesn't solve anything. Granted, you wanted to put a wedge between us and that worked. But you've moved on and I'm still picking up the pieces as I try to unscramble the mess you made of my mind. Even now, with all my memories, with me knowing everything we once shared, I'm not sure how I should feel about you. You're a complete stranger to me." Her last sentence had a thought coming to mind. I held my hand out, "Then let's start over as complete strangers. My name is Alpha Victor Silva. Alpha of the rogues. Welcome to one of the many sanctuaries I plan on constructing around the world." Sydney narrowed her gaze on my extended hand with apprehension be

An uproar came next and the people started to run helter-skelter. “Fuvk!” Maxwell cursed. “Calm down everyone! I, the Alpha of Crescent Moon will make sure the vampires do not leave this pack alive…” “This is no fuvking time for your long speech, Mr Alpha! My kids are all alone at home and needs to be saved from those blood sucking creatures! I won’t sit here and watch them get eaten!” one woman yelled from the crowd. She obviously wasn’t having another round of speech from Maxwell as the thought of her kids being sucked to death by the vampires charged her up.

They could see me. “Hello,” I called to them. “Can you see me? I need help – I don’t know what happened to me, Dalton and Lucas can’t see me. They can’t hear me and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know -” I saw Dalton’s father first, the man in the picture, the previous Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack, who had long since been dead. “You’re Dalton’s father,” I exclaimed, a tremor of surprise and delight shivering through me. “It’s you, isn’t it? How can it be? How are you…?”

“Your father is going to talk about something important, stay here.” Darren sighed, he really wanted to take the girl away from this boring family gathering. But he couldn't help but listen to his father speak first. “We look like family, right Mr. Frank?” He was Adam Jarl, Alpha Pack Kyne, Darren's father. Of course before answering that question, Frank chuckled to break the ice. After all he thought it was a good signal to bring two families together. “Yeah, we're like two families already, Alpha Adam. I feel like we're very compatible in every way.”

Queen Fara collapsed by his side while a puddle of red liquid began to seep from his body. “Ah, who’s next?” Rhyland asked, ticking his finger from Queen Fara to his father who’s face couldn’t hold anymore shock even if he wished. Holding the heart in his other palm, he took his finger and ran it along the blood that dropped off of the fresh organ.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Unlike himself, Felix was the exact opposite of him. Everything seemed to go easy for him from a very young age.Youngest Harvard graduate at nineteen,he was basically a prodigy and then went on to inherit Agritech from their father at twenty three, not before opening his own hospital somewhere in Spain. And then by twenty five, he would go on to marry their childhood friend and his highschool sweetheart Kleo.A quarterback,he often referred to him. He sighed through his nose and picked it up. “What?” “Well, good morning to you too,” came his brother’s easy voice.

Samara handed me a large binder. I flipped through the packet, struck by Queen Rowena’s beautiful smile and King Ivan’s strong face. When I got to the third page, though, the packet almost fell out of my hands. PRINCE FELIX, CROWN PRINCE AND HEIR APPARENT OF FRESONIA. My heart stopped as I recognized that face. How could I not have put it together? Felix, with his multiple apartments and stack of cash. Felix, with his playboy ways and crowd of wealthy associates. Felix, with his kind eyes and gentle fingers and…

I suppose, so was the news. “Who?” Damon glances over his shoulder, he’s already got a cup of coffee ready for me, now staring longingly out of the window it seems. I join him. “Frenchman. I think he’s an actor.” “Let me guess, sex scandal?” “Moved to Belgium so he doesn’t have to pay taxes!”

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”