Novel & Cerita Husk X Alastor

Ashton “Elder Jonathan is here again Alpha “ Harley and Cohen walk in with tired and frustrated looks on their faces, I know it also came from working nonstop looking for those alphas, one thing is for sure I was not expecting Elder Jonathan to become this resistant about us releasing that annoying Alpha that we have in the cell, it got me thinking that, nope thinking I know for that he knows where they are and helping them, that's the more reason why I didn't give the Witch Gloria them.

Grabbing another bottle he gulped looking away. A few minutes passed before the door burst open and Lennox stepped in. Grimacing at the sight of both the idiots. "One of Alonso's men just got his consciousness," Lennox said and their ears perked up. Within seconds Hunter was on his feet stumbling a little because of all the alcohol in his system before stepping out of there. Agatha stood outside the warehouse staring stoically at Hunter. She has opened a portal for them.

He had no pack, no connections, no. I stopped, a terrible thought occurring to me. Max's parent's were dead, supposedly. But his father had been a werewolf. An Alpha, based on Max's bloodline. What if there was something about Max's lineage that made him valuable? Something he didn't even know about? The sound of vehicles approaching made me look up. Three SUVs were tearing down the access road, headlights cutting through the darkness. The cavalry had arrived. The vehicles screeched to a halt, and wolves poured out. My father was in the lead, already partially shifted, his eyes glowing gold in the darkness. Behind him were some of our best trackers—Natasha, Marcus, Devon, and several others.

One way or another, his head would roll for his crime against his Luna, my precious flower. Alastor delicately wrapped the paper towel over the syringe and clutched it in his hand, keeping it out of sight for anyone we might pass on the way to Brigid’s cabin. Alastor, Damian, Harriet, and Iris filed out of the house in front of me. I heard their footsteps splash away as they ran down the road trudging through the rain towards Brigid’s cabin. “I’ll murder that slimy son of a bitch.” Zeus was aggressively pacing in my mind.

The air hung heavy with anticipation, a palpable tension that prickled the skin and tightened the chest. Jaxon, the alpha of Dawnsville, stood atop the watchtower, his gaze sweeping across the town below. His senses were on high alert, every fiber of his being tuned to the slightest tremor in the air, the faintest whisper of danger. The recent intrusion, the audacious attack on their territory, had left a scar on the pack, a reminder of their vulnerability. He had vowed to protect his people, to ensure their safety at all costs.

“No, Xavier. It’s nothing. I should say sorry for what happened to you and your father. It really hurts. You’re back home now, aren’t you? How is your mother?” “She’s very well, thank you. Where are you now? I’d love to see you.” “Oh… I left Beacon City already. I am in Alpha Kilhan’s house as I speak…” “Your mate?” He cut me short. “Yes. Why?” “We need to see and talk, Jessica. That man isn’t who you think he is. You need to trust me.” Furrowing my brows, I stood up from my bed and began to pace down the room. “What do you mean? He confirmed he wasn’t the one who hurt you…”