Hannah Berner Romane & Geschichten

His lose jeans and thin jacket raise my eyebrows, not ideal for this towns weather, "Your not from here?" His blue eyes seem to sparkle, "No I just moved from LA. Didn't realise it would be this cold." "Right, well welcome," I say, turning away. Keen to get back to the pack. Back to Will. "I didn't catch your name," he says after me, grabbing my elbow. I turn to look at him, raises my eyebrows at his hand. He lets me go immediately, offering me a soft smile . "I'm Bec." He sticks the same hand out, "Nice to meet you. I'm Hayden."

She wants me to mingle and make friends and fall in love. Becca Dela Vine, senior creative writer of ManHannah creative firm and designs. I must admit, my background is impressive, after the accident I made sure that I will be successful in fulfilling the promise I have with mom. I look like her, black long hair, small face, nice lips. I'm aware that I don't need to flaunt what I have to get attention from anybody. I value my personal space. Looking at my identification card, I realized, staying in this company for far too long has been the reason for my existence.

Alexandra murmurs. "Hey it's not my fault, I always slay!" Trisha says. "Yeah, it's not your fault. But you always put in the effort!" Kenzy says. "Kenz!" Trisha glares. "So, who is going for Hallel College's reunion?" Kenzy asks ready to hear their opinions. "Am not going. I heard someone died during one of there parties. And they haven't found a lead to what actually happened!" Alexandra says.

Annoyed, Adele stomped her foot and expressed her sorrows, "You know that I've always ... Ugh, I just can't believe it!" "Darren, don't mind her. It appears that I've spoiled her too much." Bernard shrugged helplessly. He added, "Although, I must admit that you having a wife is rather surprising. I wonder what kind of beauty could conquer a powerful man like you." "This is my wife, Hannah Emerson." Darren introduced her warmly. He had a proud look on his face as he grabbed Hannah's hand. "Hannah, this is Mr. Gibson and his daughter, Ms. Gibson.“

That didn't even matter. Hannah, the woman, knew him very well. She was the lady whom Jake Bernard had cheated on his wife with. She was only going to pretend to be the lady betrothed to Mark for five months. Only for her mission and after which after a successful mission will unveil the snake under the green grass.

Who can tell her something substantial? “Summer! Good morning!” a nasal voice broke her reverie. She startled and glanced up. Hannah, a chirpy girl in her late 20s and the only person who doesn’t feel rankled by her closed-off nature. She offered her a small smile and nodded. Hannah logged into the computer while she rambled, “I feel so lazy today. Shouldn’t have had three cans of beer yesterday.” Summer shook her head slightly. That was nothing new.

And then. Haden let out a low murmur before pulling her in closer to him, "You," he said, "It's definitely you." She froze in his grasp, her eyes still wide, set firmly on Leo. "What's your name?" He asked but Lia didn't respond. "Lia Loren, age 17 from Triton," Leo said deeply, emotion practically undetectable in his tone but upon examining his face, I could see it deep and repressed. "The Alpha's sister..." Haden said, getting a proper look of her. "Nice to meet you, Lia. I'm Haden."

I approached the guarded gate with no resemblance to that shy girl who'd been cast out. The two Beta guards, towering wolves both with Damon's cold eyes, immediately sighted me. "Well, well, well. Look what the wind blew back," sneered one. "The rejected Omega. See her still hanging around. Are you alive, little Annie?" "I need to see Alpha Damon," I said, trying to show confidence, although I was nothing but a shy, weak woman. The second guard laughed and clapped me on the shoulder with a heavy hand. "You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!"

I nod, walking over. "I'm Hannah," she says, patting the bench beside her. She's young, maybe only a year or two older than me. Blonde hair in a ponytail, bright blue eyes, genuinely warm smile. "I'm one of the healers. Well, healer-in-training, technically. Still learning." "Nice to meet you." "You too! Oh my god, we've all been dying to meet you. The triplets' fated mate. That's so rare. So special."