Novel & Cerita James From Unspeakable

He certainly didn't know what games they were playing. "Guys, what was that all about?" James asked them as he got to the river. Ziegler ignored him as he folded the edges of his trousers. Fortunately, the river was shallow and they could walk through it. "Isn't the Alpha supposed to protect and defend his pack? Why race out like a chicken?" James croaked while making chicken sounds. That did get to Ziegler, he pushed past Tasha and stopped before James. "Say that again?" "Guys?" Tasha swerved to catch the two guys behind her facing each other while she was a quarter halfway through the river.

“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” “Is it?” I shifted closer, my voice dropping. “Liam wants to destroy him… everything he’s built and you’re helping him. So I’ll ask again… why?” James was quiet for a long moment. His eyes flickered to the kitchen, where the sounds of cooking still echoed. Then he looked back at me, his expression unreadable. “You’re one to talk,” he said softly. “You are also betraying him,” he shrugged. “In your own way.”

Not a single word. Kyo stepped forward, his tone shifting into one of quiet menace. “Speak,” Kyo said quietly, his eyes narrowing at James. “Tell us what happened between you and her mother. We want to understand NYX’s situation. The truth. Her past. Her life with her mother.” But James scoffed, the sound bitter. “There’s nothing to explain,” he said. “Is that why you dragged me here like a prisoner? To talk about a woman who’s long dead?”

“And you smell like a tequila-soaked bar mat. I’m getting drunk off your fumes.” I blink. “I what?” I let go and he slides back down a bit. He grins, breathless, still clinging to the window ledge. “Hi. I’m James. I have severe control issues, an overbearing mother, an obsessed ex-fiancée, and chronic emotional constipation.” “You forgot crazed moonlight stalker.” “Oh, and now, crazed moonlight stalker. I’m still learning that one.” “What the actual fuck are you doing?”

Stupid hormones. James tilted his head to the side. “You don’t have to talk about it but you can show me if you want. I’m a Somaji, remember?” “I thought you couldn’t use your gift on someone who has a gift?” I was confused and scared. I didn’t want James poking around in my brain. Half the time it confused me. I didn’t want to scare the poor guy off. “If you’re willing, I can. At least theoretically.”

I put it to the table just to clarify. He nodded, knowing damn well that he understood what I said. He knew me. He had heard about me. Heard of all the things I was capable of. And he knew I was not the man who spoke things lightly. “James came to us five years ago demanding that we sell him an untraceable poison.” He divulged, and the information hit me in the guts. I leaned back into my chair to give him the ear.

The cacophony of voices and camera flashes only added to the drama. Seraphina, Mace's niece, couldn't resist the allure of the moment. She pulled out her phone and began recording the spectacle. Her young, rebellious spirit found humor in the situation, and she couldn't resist adding her own snarky commentary, clearly targeted at her uncle. "Uncle Mace, this is some top-notch entertainment," Seraphina quipped as she captured the destruction of the Jeep on her phone. "You should consider charging admission for this show." The crowd of onlookers watched with a mix of shock and amusement, unsure of what to make of the fiery woman taking her anger out on a billionaire's car. It was a surreal and

“No. I’m sorry Kris. This is all true… and she still hasn’t woken up.” ***

“I was wondering if it would be ok if I went back to the pack for a little bit tomorrow. I want to check on mum and Bobby, make sure that things are ok. I have not checked on them in a while and I am a bit worried” “Sure, you are safe from the spell, so I cannot see any issue with you going. Will Megan be ok with you leaving her here? Because I am assuming you are not ready for her to find out about your mum yet” I felt sorry for James, his mum died when he was a kid and his mum could not cope with loosing her mate, so turned to drink. “I only just told her that I have a brother today, but no I am not ready to open up about the mess of my mother to her just yet”

The tightness in her throat as she struggled to keep that brave tone going. Damien caught it too. “What’s the matter?” he asked, his voice lower now. Sharper. Marina’s bravado cracked like glass. She looked at him. Then at me. “James is dead,” she said. Ralph lifted a brow, folding his arms. “You mean the dwarf?” Marina ignored him completely and turned her focus back to Damien. Her voice was lower now, each word like a blade sawing through the room. “That man in the Underworld… the one with death in his eyes, he killed James.” Her voice trembled. “And he said to tell you—”