Novel & Cerita Mr Argont

Mateo said when my eyes narrowed into slits. “You know exactly what happened the last time we went looking for these ancient wolves, Mateo. They are all dead. I think you should give up.” I told him when he abruptly got up from my desk. His eyes held a fire that I had never seen before. “Do you even care about her, Andres? Because if you did, you wouldn't speak like this,” he yelled when I felt my blood boil in anger.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

And at the far end was Magnus Argon… the Alpha of the Argon pack. He stood there as if he owned the place, with his broad shoulders and Grey eyes, with that sick scar slicing across his cheek. He stepped forward and extended a hand towards me. That smug smile he tugged didn't sit well with me and I've rejected gestures for less. The whole room held its breath. I let the tension in the room stretch for a few slow seconds. Then finally, I shook his hand, my grip firm. “Alpha Aldric,” Magnus said. “Thank you for agreeing to this meeting.”

The two ran to the water like kids wetting themselves and jumping without hesitations and fear. While arranging the stuffs I brought, I suddenly realized something and look back at them. They seriously look like humans; they can be wet. I watched them until Angelo came to me running and taking his sleeves off him. My breath shortened seeing his half naked body. His 6 pack abs are outshining the sun. A gulp followed after I close my mouth for almost drooling over his sexiness. “Don’t you wanna join us?” he asked panting a bit.

The reflection staring back made his breath catch, a pretty, flushed boy dressed as the ultimate slutty servant, lips parted in shock, eyes wide with dawning horror. The elevator doors opened directly into Argon Graves’ private penthouse office suite. Argon was already there, seated behind his massive desk like a king on his throne, reviewing documents as if this was any other morning. He didn’t look up immediately. When he did, his gaze raked over Luke from head to toe—slow, deliberate, drinking in every frill, every tremble. A low, approving hum escaped his throat. “Much better,” Argon murmured, leaning back in his chair. “Turn for me, maid.”

I snarled at him and the man blinked at me, then he threw his head back and chuckled as if I just said something funny before he stood up and put his hands in his pockets. Five men then entered the small room and the courage I have gathered after seeing that fucker started to vanish, what the hell is he planning to do with me? “There is no need to be alarmed, I don’t like other touching what is mine and you have been mine for months now but you just don’t know it yet. Where are my manners? My name is Argon. You don’t know me, but I know you very well and actually we have met before. Remember that video call?”

“Send these out today. We’ll make the announcement formal.” Revania grinned, sipping her orange juice. “I’ll make sure everything is perfect. It has to be memorable.” Argan sat quietly at the end of the table, his coffee untouched. Something in his chest felt heavy—an emptiness he couldn’t explain. Mrs. Dirgantara noticed his silence. “Argan, what’s wrong? You should be happy.” He forced a hollow smile. “Yes, Mother. I’m happy.”

"We sensed your presence from the moment you entered the city. It wasn't hard to follow your trail all the way here. Now, tell us, what are your plans with the Prince?" Argon hesitated. He couldn't afford to reveal the Lycans' grand strategy, not to the very wolves he was trying to thwart. He clenched his jaw, choosing his words carefully. "My mission is classified. I'm not at liberty to disclose any information to anyone, even to the Crimson Pack." Magnus's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Stubborn, aren't you? Perhaps we should persuade you to talk." Before Argon could react, Magnus lunged forward with startling speed, his massive claws extended. Argon narrowly avoided the attack, leap

“This isn’t about business anymore, Devandra. This is about pride.” Arga’s voice echoed from the massive TV screen in Devandra’s office. The live broadcast of Arga Group’s press conference filled the room with tense silence. Arga stood at the podium, wearing an elegant gray suit, his face composed yet firm. “We discovered a deliberate sabotage attempt meant to destroy our credibility. But thanks to our team’s hard work and the support of our partners… everything has been restored.” He never mentioned Montgomery Corp by name, but everyone knew exactly who he was talking about.

“I’m sorry... I just thought maybe you should just choose me instead of some she-wolf. I know you better.” Warg dragged her with her legs and began swinging her around like a hula hoop. As a result, her body was thrown forward and collided with the fucking bench. The door to my dungeon swung open, revealing Salvatore. “You dare try to mark me!” Warg roared as he spoke; he was enraged; he choked her once more in an attempt to end her life; however, Salvatore went on his knees and begged him. “Warg, please.” Warg’s eyes widened in surprise; he abhors it whenever anyone in his family shows respect to him by bowing. After spotting a window, he jumped out of the building through the window and st