Midas X Montague Novels & Stories

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

"This isn't just about Alexandria. She's the strongest one of the lot. She can make it one more day." His words made my skin bristle. I sat back down and picked up my tablet, praying he was right. But if he was, then why the hell was her pulse elevated? Focusing on the screen, I scrolled the pages, slowing for the subtitles until I reached: Article XII Provisions for Montague Holdings. The room fell silent as we all read:

Montague then let out a giggle as she mentioned her plans to her husband, to which her husband happily agreed. “That is great! I have been wanting to meet Damian and Excami’s for a long time. Did you know that your names are always their topic?” Mr. Montague said and let out a loud laugh as he closed his laptop and handed it over to one of the maids and ordered her to put it at their bedroom night table.

All of him. But instead he put me on my feet and asked me to lay on my stomach. Giving him a curious look, I handed him my towel and obeyed. "You need rest. I thought a massage would help so I added lavender and vanilla to this oil," he put a curious blue glass bottle in front of my face and then exchanged it for a brown glass bottle. "And this one is grapefruit, mandarin orange, bergamot massage oil. Very uplifting for the spirit. Better for the mornings though." My heart flutters at the thought of my mornings starting out like this.

Bradley's voice was so broken that I could feel it tugging at my heart strings while my wolf was howling in delight at the prospect of mating with Blake when we got the hell out of here so she was as good as useless right now. "I promise. Now tell me. What's their name?" I asked quickly. "Ni-Nicole Sto-tone."

"This isn't just about Alexandria. She's the strongest one of the lot. She can make it one more day." His words made my skin bristle. I sat back down and picked up my tablet, praying he was right. But if he was, then why the hell was her pulse elevated? Focusing on the screen, I scrolled the pages, slowing for the subtitles until I reached: Article XII Provisions for Montague Holdings. The room fell silent as we all read:

– 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙖 𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝘾𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙨 (𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, #4) *** 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 �