Novel & Cerita Miles X Gwen

I urged, and he looked at me and looked away, smiling. "No way," he linked me, and I sighed. "I can't believe you expect me to go to bed." Gwen began, "I have been in bed for two days. Two days, Mason." she complained, and I gave up. I was about to sit next to her when my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller Id, and it was Ingrid. "Hello," I answered. "Good evening Alpha Mathlaw," she said, and I replied. "How is Luna Mackenzie doing?" She asked. I wondered why she would be concerned about Gwen, and I did not think it was her business, but I chose to humour her.

And then I see it, a little cave, it was easy to miss but not when the efficiency of both of my senses were in fight or flight mode. Suddenly, I hear it. The sound of footsteps. Heavy, deliberate steps. I freeze, my heart stopping. Before I can react, strong arms grab me from behind. I struggle, but my body is slammed into the cold, unforgiving earth. "Where do you think you're going, Gwen the dancer?" a voice sneers above me. I look up, Miles. The young Alpha of the Red Grove pack. His eyes gleam with malice as he stands over me, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

Trembling gasps for air. Troubled eyes. Clammy Skins. Then the husky voice blurted 'Owen’. A long groan sailed out of Lyn’s mouth as she whammed her head against the propped pillows, the Midwife ranting orders to several Nurses at a time; words that barely made sense to her ears. Her heaving breaths filled the room as the events of her surroundings whizz past her eyes in distortions; Nurses on white dresses and gloves loitering the space, footsteps thumping against the floorboard, and hot air upsetting despite the open windows.

“I know, just go home safely.” “I always do.” Gwen’s eyes moves around, “Run away before I I make you. They can be here any minute.” She grabs my arm and pulls me away from the closed gate while I turn to stare at Estella one last time as she walks away. “I don’t think she will come here again. I don’t want her to.” “She will,” Gwen says as she rushes in to her room and closes the door, “I will keep in contact with her. The more people I meet, the more we will have on our side.”

Lisa blurted out, her tone conveying a mixture of apprehension and relief. Gwen stopped in her tracks while a knowing smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she dug her hands into her pockets. “Alright, I’ll give you a ride. Let’s go,” she stated simply, her voice holding a touch of amusement. Lisa followed closely behind Gwen as the two women weaved their way through the deserted street until they reached the idling car and its equally idling occupant. “Hey, Taylor,” Gwen called out as she slid into the driver’s seat. “We’ve got a passenger. Make sure she’s comfortable, would you?”

[Hey, I have something interesting to tell you. [What is it?] [I saw Gwen.] A photo was sent alongside Caleb's message. [I was visiting a friend in a small town down south, and I ran into her in an alleyway. I recognized her, but she didn't seem to remember me. We passed by each other in the streets, but I didn't stop her either. All I did was take this picture of her.] Rachel froze when she saw this, then clicked on the photo. It was indeed Gwen. She was wearing a beige floral dress, her hair spilling across her back as she made her way down a cobblestone street, holding a blue umbrella. She was just as slender and elegant as Rachel remembered her.

“Well, then, you ladies go about your business, and we will take care of things here. We will see you when you get home.” Gwen smiled at her son. “No doubt. I don’t have a hotel rented here, so I’ll be staying with you for the time being. When I heard the news about Bellweather and recognized that our family would be set back where it should be, I rushed out here in a hurry. In fact, Elena and I might even stop while we’re out and pick up a few things because I just tossed the bare essentials in my bag before leaving.” Gwen hooked her arm through mine and gave me a gleaming grin. “How would you like that, my dear? We’ll turn serious research into a bit of a girl’s day. You don’t mind, do you

Gwen excused herself and got out of the car to pick up the call. “Yes? May I know who this is?,” she asked the other line. (Zolyn! I’m back! I wanna see you. Where are you right now? I’ll come and fetch you,) the person from the other line said with delight. Gwen’s forehead wrinkled and only thought of one person who calls her Zolyn. When she remembered, her eyes widened in bliss. “Prince Genus Kendrick Cager Quillen! You’re back?,” she shouted in excitement. She heard a groan from the other line which made her chuckle. ‘He still hates it when I say his full name,” she laughed behind her head.