Fiddlepat X Albert Novels & Stories

" Saying that to a guy with his kind of presence took guts, but I stayed calm. Maybe it was my job that gave me a confident vibe. He kept watching me with those blue eyes, and I couldn't read the look in them. After a moment, his lips curved into a small smirk. "I'm Todd. I'm... Age doesn't really matter to us. I'm the Alpha of the Thunder Pack. And when it comes to money. well, the forests and mountains of Northlane are mine." I just stared at him. What? Pack? Alpha? Northlane's forests? Was this some elaborate joke? Or was he roleplaying something? Guys on blind dates usually had one or two red flags, but this was next-level strange. Maybe he was delusional? Or he was some kind of performa

Felix's wife, Patricia, muttered with a dark smile, and Felix smiled broadly. "That's why you will always remain the best, my love. Where's Alice? This is the right time to visit Bryden because he would be feeling frustrated and weak from what happened to his wife. " Felix thought, and Patricia snapped her fingers. "You're right, let me go get Alice," Patricia said, and left the sitting room for her daughters' room. She went into her daughter's room and met her playing games on her phone. "What are you doing?" Patricia inquired as she folded her arms and Alice yawned.

he growled after paying. “You forgot something” we turned to see Pierre; the poor man was carrying all the bags “The underwear is missing.” "Ah, fuck,” Alex groaned, squeezing my hand even more. Pierre started laughing as he guided us to "La perla", the most beautiful underwear store I had ever seen. “Don't these people know what cotton is?” mumbled Alex annoyed “These clothes are transparent allover” "Hey, Abbie, check this out." I looked confused at the diaphanous "cloth” that Pierre was showing me, just a triangle of black cloth held by three strips.

His presence stirred memories of her father, evoking a deep, comforting warmth. “Pat, are you okay?” Alvin’s voice brought her back, his gaze searching hers with genuine concern. “Yeah, yes, sir, I’m fine,” Patricia replied, her mind quickly shifting from her emotional moment to her professional demeanor. Alvin chuckled softly. “Pat, when it’s just us, you can call me Alvin, okay?” His smile was warm and disarming, making the professional boundary feel less rigid. Patricia nodded, her attention returning to the elderly man. “He looks so forlorn,” she murmured, her voice laced with empathy.

She ignored Alger's angry face and smiled, "Didn't Alpha Daley tell you that Patrick owned the Fittro Club when he called you? Alpha Alger, if you could convince Alpha Patrick to let go of me, I'd be very grateful to you." There was a smile in Gloria's eyes. She said in a mocking tone, "Alpha Alger, why don't you call Alpha Patrick right now and ask him if I can change my job?" Alger was shocked.

Astonished by what he heard, Patrick gasped and said, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier, Mrs. Collins? If you had told me earlier, none of the misunderstanding would have happened. I…” “Just let bygones be bygones, okay? There is no point talking about it. Now go get my stuff and follow me.” A bit impatient, Alice interrupted Patrick and spoke. “Alright, I’m on it.” As she entered the lab, Alice wave to a gray-haired man, greeting, “Hi, Dr. Foster!” “Alice! Hello!” Dr. Foster greeted back as he placed the paper in his hand. Following that several other students in the lab greeted Alice.

Wait down? “Down? Like it actually goes somewhere?” He nodded. “Yea probably two minutes after we get there Jake will join us. He’s a smart cookie, that one. Plus even with the water he’ll be able to track our scent. That’s why he’s on border patrol a ton where the river is.” I gape at him, that was insane. “That’s why Alpha Gabe wanted him to be his beta so bad?” He nodded. “That’s part of it.” He stopped and put me down. I couldn’t see anything.

I firmly believed that Alpha Haden would extend his acceptance if he learned I carried his child. Amidst these reflections, a playful thought glided across my mind, summoning a bittersweet smile to my lips. “What if my mate had been Fagel instead?” I pondered aloud, envisioning the enduring warmth and compassion inherent within him. I pictured a path that might have unfolded had Fagel been my mate, a vision painted with the kindness and support that seemed to emanate from his very essence.

Aliyah was ready to haggle this out with him. "Yes." Patrick sighed, admitting it finally. "Got you!" Aliyah laughed. "Then you should approach her, talk to her." Aliyah said. Patrick remained quiet, staring at everything apart from her. He didn't want her to see his eyes. "You... You fox, you've talked to her already." She laughed. "I knew you could never pass over a beautiful woman like her." She added. "Of course, I can't. Her name's Fiona, I got her number already." He grinned.

They were amazed by the city. People in the alley and the people who are in their homes came out to see my palanquin. They must have sensed a human had entered their province. But this place doesn't look how it was described by one of my girlfriends. After crossing the big cities, we came to the palace where the Alpha Alexandro lives. I don't know much about his family but I heard he's a private man. He was born in a big family and he's the last person to be alive.