Novel & Cerita Gotham Alfred

Alfred barked, not even glancing my way as his latest shot arced gracefully toward the green. I swallowed hard, jogging to retrieve the ball from where it had landed near a bunker, my polished loafers sinking slightly into the soft turf. I clenched my jaw, the irony of the situation not lost on me. Alfred Carter, with his empire of wealth and influence, could command and dismiss as he pleased, perched at the pinnacle of a world I’d worked tirelessly to navigate. And I? I was here, playing the part of the loyal foot soldier, waiting for a crack in his armor to plead my case.

Although Alfred did not talk to Henry personally, he had seen him during the Master of Golden Liberty's coronation ceremony. "Are you the new Master of Golden Liberty?" Alfred's voice trembled. As one of the Eighteen Generals of Golden Liberty and the financial supporter of the Golden Liberty, he had been eager to get close to the new master. "It's me," Henry said. "So, do you still want to tear me apart?"

Alpha Blaze persisted, sounding genuine. I glanced at Lucas then when we both realized something at the same time – silver. “How can you be so sure about it?” Dalton met Alpha Blaze’s gaze from across. “My mate was with the moon goddess when they both disappeared –” “Wait a second, who’s your mate?” “Althea,” he said aloud with pride. We were momentarily shocked. His mate was Althea, the first female warrior of the Moon Goddess. She was known to be fierce but grounded. It didn’t take long for Dalton to nod affirmatively. “Okay, I trust you.”

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

"Alfred, I was wrong. To be frank, I know the Yamaha driver. He came for me..." Alfred was a bit suspicious. "When did you get entangled with such a desperado?" Catelyn didn't know how to explain it. "Stop the car, or I'm really going to throw up." "Okay." Alfred observed the nearby terrain, and when he didn't see Yamaha catching up in the rearview mirror, he didn't intend to race any longer. He gradually slammed on the brakes and slowed down the car. But everything seemed to have just begun...

I am nobody’s puppet, not even a male as powerful as Gavrael. As he teleported with me, I expected him to drop me in a cell like the others, but instead of the harsh glare of afternoon sunlight, it was dark where we materialised. I recognised where we were from the stale air, the musty smell and the cold. We were underground, at the Brookstone pack dungeons, reserved for the worst of criminals. Before I left the Brookstone pack, no one had been put in here because we only ever had minor offenders whose crimes weren’t bad enough to warrant being thrown here. To the best of my knowledge, no one had been put in here for a few decades before I was born, except Tyler banished anyone here when he

Was my presence really that suffocating? "Good morning Alpha. I would like to request an extension of my goods this month." Alfred spoke with a shaky voice. He was an older gentleman with white hair and frail body. Even though he was well in his 70's he could still take on ten humans, but compared to other werewolves, he was weak and old. "What's your reasoning for this request? You are aware our town needs food to survive." Alfred was the head of his family and they hunted fresh meat for our pack.

“I am Alfred George, Alpha of this pack, and Melissa is my daughter-in-law, but her husband is dead so she stays to take care of sick wolves with me. Funny, isn’t it, that the Moon Goddess takes the son I loved and gives me the daughter I always wanted.” Jayden nodded, not knowing whether to agree with Alfred. “What is your name, lad?” Jayden hesitated for a while, trying to check if he could trust the man. “Jayden Wells, Sir.” Alfred nodded quietly, and Jayden realised that his company was not known in Snowfall, else his face would have lit up in surprise and wonder. A sound from one of the inner rooms alerted Jayden and he turned his head sharply to see what it was. Alfred remained steady

“She’s gone, Alfred. Kathrine… She’s gone.” Understanding dawned upon Alfred’s face, his heart aching for his boss. “I’m so sorry, Sir.” Alfred said softly, his voice filled with empathy. “Is there anything I can do?” Andrew’s gaze hardened, his determination resurfacing amidst the sea of emotions. He clenched his fits, his knuckles still raw from the impact of the wall. “Dylan.” He spat out her name, his voice dripping with venom. “She will pay for what she’s done. I won't rest until she is fucking dead.”