Latenna The Albinauric Novels & Stories

My oppressive aura was spilling out of me, out of control. They stole important information about the “Luna Nera” formula. A drug we’d managed to synthesize in Greco labs, with tentacles all over the country. With the infertility crisis in Alpha and Beta females, “Luna Nera” was meant to induce heat, mimicking Omega heat, giving them a better chance of conceiving. It was still in testing, but in the final phases. It was going to be my golden card, my gold mine, and now someone had stolen key files from that project.

"What if I promise to just come out easily?" "I can't risk it, Luna. There's a lot at stake if I lose you. Please understand that" he replied holding the pill closer to me. "What's in it?" I questioned taking it out of his hand and looking a little closer. "Benophalein, Phenilezenathen, Rynerol, Sominex and umm... powdered Wolfsbane Cannabis," he replied. "That last one isn't available in drugstores." "Wolfsbane?!" I questioned.

Luca’s POV The snowcat’s cabin smelled of diesel, wet wool, and the faint metallic tang that now haunted every breath we took. Slyudyanka lay thirty kilometers south of Irkutsk old mica mines carved into the granite cliffs overlooking Lake Baikal’s frozen shore. The coordinates Lena had transmitted before she died pointed to three buried cryo-vaults: small, Soviet-era installations where Alexei had stored early nano strains in the 1970s. Nadia’s partial code had pinged them awake micro-thaws from shifting permafrost releasing dormant particles into groundwater seeps. The strain wasn’t violent here; it was insidious slow fevers in nearby villages, animals dropping without visible wounds, ice

His phone buzzed and the screen showed Leo's message making Lucian frown. Leo: “You wanted details on the nurse who had assisted Elara Jensen during Isla’s surgery. Her name is Alina Shore. Claire’s been hiding her in upstate Vermont under a new identity. She used to be one of the attendees in the wellness research retreat of Switzerland which was being funded by Claire. I’ve got someone watching the clinic where she’s allegedly working under a false name at the present time.” Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “Good. Keep digging. We need to do this, for Isla..”

I heard someone clearing their throat “ save some for later” “ Blue Moon Pack I present to you our Luna and Alpha together they will protect, guide us to many victories and make the path for the future pups,” he said and the whole place was buzzing with excitement after that, hands and hands Ray and I walk around mingled with the those and thanking them for coming.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

“Thanks for the assistance, sis.” “That’s a week’s wages you just swallowed down. They had better work." Scent suppressants, hormone inhibitors, whatever cocktail of chemical alterants that they could get their hands on — Leda took her pills dutifully every day. The payment of the black market meds was part of what kept them in the slums, and Leda sometimes went without meals to supplement the costs. It was a punishable offense for citizens of Aquila to conceal their biological alignment. Offenders would be hauled off to Central Command

he asked and his Alpha Aura that he inherited from his father propelled Blake to answer immediately. "I am Blake, formally from blood moon pack" he answered stuttering. "Are you a wolf?" he asked, it confused him since he can't sense anything from him. "He is Latent," the Alpha answered. Alpha Eugene had never seen a latent in all his years, he even thought it was a legend and even now it was hard for him to believe the person standing in front of him is latent. Though he heard of the story about the latent son of the Blood Moon pack he never believed it.

“Poison. It was that vaginal spewage Brandt. Leda saw ‘CATOR’ but I bet it wasn’t the full word – precatorius.” “Precatorius? Are you feeling all right?” “Abrus Precatorius, Annalise. Remember your rebirth.” “Love pea?! Typhus! That could cause muscle – shit. Op Lado! Atropa Belladonna. What about the others?” “I don’t know. New plan. I’ll still call in the heads of state. Carlotta won’t let him get away with this.” “You’re going to turn to Carlotta? Now? After all this time? She’s been hiding in that hovel, destroying your father’s legacy and letting all this happen under her nose!”

Lena didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. The idea was terrifying enough. Later That Day Petra’s systems picked up an anomaly on a private diplomatic channel bouncing between Zurich, Tokyo, and a location marked only as Area V. “I traced the ping,” Petra said. “Encrypted by a Seraph variant protocol. It’s Lucien. He’s not just alive, he’s communicating with buyers.” “Buyers?” Alma asked. Roman stepped in. “Bioweapon traffickers. He’s planning to auction the Nyx formula.”