Leviakerman Mga Nobela at Kwento

we step away from the lie and wait off to one side. My mate shifts his stance and glances my way "Thank you" he says before taking out a few bucks holding them out to me "Here uh its for my tea" I shack my head no, not taking his money. "What's your name" I ask. "Harper, Harper Lewis" he says extending is hand out to me I take in and give it a shake feeling the sparks run along my skin from the contact. he pulls his hand away quickly as if I had burnt him "What's your name" he ask while looking down at his hand.

I demanded. He nodded. “Name’s Levi. I live in Oregun.” I arched a brow. “You came all the way from Oregun to Rockshire just to spill some dirt? You must have a lot of free time.” He smirked. “Trust me, it’s worth the trip. Do you remember that time back in middle school when someone slipped the test answers into Flora Roberts’ locker?”

Levi, who'd been silently eating his food and brooding two chairs away from the rest of us, suddenly spoke up, “Enough chit-chat; she's here to work, not to grind and make careless conversations.” I glanced at him, noting the sharpness in his tone and the irritation in his eyes. He didn't like me; that much was clear, but I wondered if that was because I was an outsider or if he was one of those people that hated everything. “Damn, easy, Levs… No need to be a party pooper. We just want to get to know our new accountant.” “Accountant?” Sabrina asked, her eyes wide. “Yes, accountant.” I said, a smail smirk on my face. “Something the matter?’

So, this morning, I scroll again. This profile picture is a muted, soft-focus shot, a kind smile that doesn’t scream "musclDaddY69." Bio: "good conversation, honest connection." He’s 23. Not intimidating. Name: Levi. Messages are slow, deliberate. He asks about my classes, offers a thoughtful comment on stress. It’s nice.

“You with the university?” A hand appeared around the edge of the door, steady and tan, a white dress shirt rolled to the elbows, a watch that cost more than my car. “I’m the acting head of behavioral intervention,” the voice said, dry as bone. “If you’d like to verify with Dr. Harrison, I’m sure he’ll confirm it’s been handled.” A head followed, and if I hadn’t seen him in person, I’d have known him anyway: perfect hair, sharp jaw, smile like a riddle you’d never solve. Levi.

Olivia looked confused, then realised he was talking about Asher. His lips curled into a smile at her bemused face. "I am Alpha Abel, Asher’s uncle.”

I stood gracefully. "I am Erin. Daughter of the vampire king… and creator of the Goldren." Levi whispered under his breath—barely audible even to a wolf— "Erin…" The way my name sounded in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. Gods. Why was that man's voice so— Focus Erin, he ordered your execution! Levi straightened and introduced himself. "I'm Levi. Alpha of Red Moon Pack. I'm honored that all of you came to aid our realm."

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.

The golden flecks in his eyes swirled, making them brighten and flash dangerously. Towards the left of the stage stood Zeke, his arms crossed in front of him, a crucial ally for our pack and a trusted friend. Asher’s Beta stood to the right, a quiet man who saw much more than the rest of us. He peered out into the crowd; his face neutral beneath the harsh stage lights.

Zariah whispers. She points to another. "Imani Lee. Independence Pack. Won't talk to anyone, although not mute." She girl stands with her hands by her front, as she watches the area with dark eyes. So dark in fact, that when her gaze sweeps our way, I have to drop my own to the floor. Independence Pack members don't leave their Pack often, managing to preserve their natural beauty. How she manages to keep her stark white hair that straight, I have no idea. "Chasity Pearson," Zariah murmurs, my gaze following her finger. "Purity Pack. Total nutjob. Thinks the Goddess lives within her, and rumour has it, is only here to convert the Alpha to her religion."