Novel & Cerita Gwyn Reynolds

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

It was not Mary's but a woman with her description. Not the Mary who served Astra now-- the sweet, shaky-voiced maid with trembling fingers and kind eyes but a sharper version of her. A shadow across time. I frowned, pulling the scroll closer. The name listed was Maera. A supposed recruit. Records of her said she had been trained as a handler-in-training. She was a trained guard, maybe a spy too. She knew codes and things way above kitchen level. She was listed as 'absent' after a purge which was actually a battle. She was assumed dead or at least, not existing.

In here there was only the sound of him breathing and the warmth of his skin and the folder sitting on the desk with its government stamp and my name, clean and unattached and finally, finally only mine. I walked into this office today as Gwen Rivers. I was leaving as something else. Something I had been before Cole, before the forced vows, before five years of being a wound aimed at another man. Xavier's thumb traced my temple once, gentle. I let it.

Gwen's POV “What the heck, Gwen?” Ryker exclaimed, his voice rising above the stunned murmur of the crowd. The room fell silent, the shock evident on every face. Everyone had expected me to choose Ryker, given our families' plans and the supposed closeness between us. But I was determined to make a different choice, one I would not regret. “What? Are you kidding?” My father asked, disbelief clear in his voice. I shook my head firmly. “No, I’m not kidding. I’ve chosen Brian Ramos as my mate. Do you have a problem with that, Father?” My voice was resolute. My father’s face reflected his disappointment, but I refused to be swayed.

Come in," She whispered to only her hearing. The knock sounded again. When Caitlyn didn't give a response, it opened to reveal a pretty chubby lady dressed corporately. "I knocked twice, miss Caitlyn," She said as she walked in and stood before Caitlyn whose head was bowed. "Miss Caitlyn?" The lady called, raising her voice a little higher. Caitlyn slowly raised her head to reveal a face stained with tears that were still pouring. The lady gasped. "What's the matter, miss Caitlyn?" She was indeed surprised to see Caitlyn in such a condition. The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died.

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

I'd expected the stylist to be a middle aged woman in a pantsuit and kitten heels but instead, I was met with a young woman, probably no older than twenty-three. She had a short bob and was dressed in a bright red blazer over a black jumpsuit with chunky gold earrings that somehow didn’t feel overdone. I suddenly felt very stupid and inferior in my sweatshirt and jeans combo. “Uh. Hi.” I greeted. She turned around to face me, a big smile on her face. “Hi. You must be Larissa. I'm Gwendolyn but everyone calls me Gwen.” Her cheerful energy threw me off. Considering she was someone in Brayden's employ and she'd just been laughing with him — probably at me — I'd expected her to have the same con

When she was sure she would succeed in humiliating me like she had in the past. Too bad, I'm not Raina the pushover anymore. Gwen’s eyes were red, and her mascara had made dark circles around her eyes. She looked like she had been crying for a long time. Silas denying her must have been a huge blow if she didn’t care about her appearance. Gwen was someone who always cared about her looks..

Sweat beaded on Gwyn’s forehead, her already pale face growing paler by the second. Just when Lev could no longer endure it, Gwyn stopped moving. Her eyes widened in shock, unshed tears gathering before she rushed toward him and grabbed his arms. Lev’s expression darkened instantly. He hated the distressed look on his daughter’s face. He had never seen Gwyn on the verge of tears—not when she suffered through the pain of her Gift manifesting, or enduring the strain of the mate bond forming, or even when he found her curled up in the garden, wounded and bleeding.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."