Novel & Cerita Greystone Ridge

he asks while skewering me with his blue eyes. I look out the window at the fields that make up a small portion of Gray Ranch. They have so much acreage it is easy for enemies to ambush them. They have so many small pups to care for at the moment that they have left themselves vulnerable. Without constant vigilance and routine patrols, an enemy could surprise them easily. The scents from their livestock alone could help camouflage an enemy...

me to the family estate to sign some so-called "updated agreement." "Sure," I replied, keeping it cool. The Grimhilde estate sat up on Silver Peak Mountain like some brooding beast watching over the whole of Moonlight Forest. My Maserati gave up halfway up the hill. Just died on me. I didn't even bother calling a tow truck. Locked the doors, shrugged, and started walking up that stupid winding private road. Thank god I wasn't wearing heels. I just hoped I'd actually make it without tripping or breaking my neck.

Skye The summit is being held at the Silvercrest Estate—a neutral territory that hosts regional Alpha gatherings. It's a massive property with a main house that can accommodate twenty Alpha pairs, plus numerous guest cottages for attending pack members. I've been there before. Years ago, before I was mated. It's beautiful. Elegant. Exactly the kind of place where appearances matter more than truth. Perfect.

"THIS is it," My dad's assistant, Mr. Logan, said, packing the car in front of a large building. A sign sat atop the beautiful large black gates which read ' welcome to Greystones. Greystone is a private institution for mentally disabled or rebellious rich kids, ones that their parents wouldn't want to clean up of after causing a scandal, or kids whose parents don't have time to babysit like me. My name is Samantha Williams, daughter of Gregory Williams and Rebecca Williams; my parents are the CEO of two multi-billion companies, one in construction and one in entertainment. Why am I here, you would like to know? Well, you have to wait to find out.

And there it was—that same structure—the stone walls and the same archway visible enough behind my father and this unidentified man. I leaned forward, and my wolf stirred uneasily under my skin. ‘That's it.’ For seconds, neither of us spoke, because the answer wasn't exactly what we expected. It wasn't located within Shadowmoon territory even though this man has something related to that place. Damn it! The building wasn't related to Ridgewood either, it just stood on one neutral land. Like on an old alliance estate that once served as where packs meet decades ago. My eyes slowly moved across the article—Silvercrest, Blackthorn, Ridgewood, Hollowgem, Bridgebrack, Shadowmoon, and several othe

No more. Today, I was reclaiming what was rightfully mine. --- Moonstone Ridge looked exactly as I remembered it – a gentle slope overlooking the eastern edge of Thornwolf Pack territory, with a sprawling villa nestled among ancient oak trees. My parents had loved this place. I had scattered memories of running through those trees as a pup, my father's laughter echoing behind me. After their deaths, my aunt and uncle had claimed the property, citing distant family rights. They'd sent me to the pack orphanage while they enjoyed the home my parents had built.

Riley's POV The charity auction was in full swing when Victoria made her move. She'd been circling us all evening like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "Ladies and gentlemen," the auctioneer announced, "our next item is a week at the Graham Estate in the Hamptons, generously donated by Brett Graham himself." The crowd murmured with interest. The Graham Estate was legendary—two hundred acres of pristine beachfront property that had never been photographed for magazines. "Bidding starts at fifty thousand."

it had become a cold monument to corporate greed. Tonight, the lights in the lobby didn’t pulse with Blackwood security codes. They glowed with the warm, steady amber of the Vermon-Sovereign Fund. I leaned against the glass railing, the city of our nightmares stretched out below us like a carpet of diamonds. From this height, the Aethelgard Estate was just a dark, scarred patch of land on the horizon—a grave for a monster. The Gilded Grove was a flickering dot in the distance, its power neutralized by the lawsuits and the sunlight we had brought to its darkest corners.

~Nate’s Point of View~ I really don’t know how the hell Ridge went to so many of these parties for all those years, what a drag. You had so much build up, anticipation and hope … and always got nothing but let down. I had such intense sexual urges, and like Ridge … I took the position that I would not have sex with any she-wolves in our own pack. I wouldn’t do that to my mate.

When Vera returned to Stoneridge after more than three hundred years, it no longer looked the same as it did before. While Ensel Bay was still there, centuries of development had changed its appearance significantly compared to three hundred years ago. Standing on the bustling streets of Stoneridge, Vera couldn't match the memories in her mind with the current scene. Fortunately, the changes in the mountains weren't significant. Despite some peaks being partially mined, the overall landscape remained relatively unchanged. After Vera identified it, she determined that her father's grave was located northeast of the current Stoneridge town, behind the first partially mined peak and the mountai