Nadine Lewington Greta Novels & Stories

My brothers have left for a while to check on Angel and get a little rest and to not overwhelm the Alphas while they digest this loss. The two new Alphas sit down on the sofa and Alpha Jeremy sits in an armchair and then Leo and I sit on the two-seater seat opposite them. Alpha Demitri doesn’t look up. Leo looks like he wants to ask but at the same time doesn’t want to know the answer. “It is a young woman from the Blue Ridge pack. Her name is Greta Polanski. She was a tailoress. Not married and no children.” Alpha Jeremy tells us “Thank the goddess for small mercies” says Alpha Demetri. He looks like he’s holding back tears.

Greta took a deep breath at the mention of her former daughter-in-law. “It seems she hasn’t come yet...” Betina replied. “Better if she doesn’t come, spare me heartburn...” Greta chatted for a few more minutes with Betina before asking to be excused. Turning the wineglass in her hand, Betina’s mouth lifted smugly into a smile at the knowledge that so many people hated Liana, but that was not enough, and if she did not completely humiliate Liana and crush her mercilessly on the ground, her anger and sadness accumulated over the past years would not dissipate!

She forgot the journalists’ questions and grabbed my still‑healing arm. The wound reopened under her pull, and drops of blood fell to the floor. “Joseph, how could you be so despicable? You know Derek is innocent, yet you bribed reporters and hired online trolls. Do you want to ruin his reputation?” Her grip tightened around my wrist with great force. A sharp cracking sound followed. Pain washed over me, and a faint taste of blood filled my mouth. Derek pulled her away and acted generous. “Jaime, it’s alright. I believe Joseph wouldn’t do that.”

I did not see why her name was ironic. “Why is her name funny Theodore?” She hid her face from sight. “It means supplanter, devotee of the virgin Mary…” She sounded sad. So her name meant she was a substitute for power who worshiped a virgin named Mary? Who is Mary? “Who is the virgin Mary? And why is that a bad name for a demon?” They exchanged a look with each other. “No one Layla. They both said it at the same time. They would not tell me the truth. It was like they were hiding something from me. I let it go though. It was not important at the time.

“She was working undercover, and used an alias—Greta. The records should still be within your pack boundaries. We trusted her, Nathan. She was famous and would have never risked those documents.” “You’re telling me this historian was a woman?” I asked, intrigued. Layla nodded. “Yes, but remember, she was under an alias. No one knows her real name.” “Do you know how long ago this was?” I questioned. After checking her records, Layla responded, “About 33 years ago. Greta was 50 at the time, so she’d be around 83 now, if she’s still alive.” Nathan and I exchanged a look, a mix of hope and concern evident between us. Finding an elderly historian in a pack as vast as Nathan’s would be like findin

I said, yeah girls like Nora are hard to find, she was the one I want the put in the managing position, but she gave it to Leo, which is her boyfriend, things we do for love, I can't do that for love again. "Why are you smiling all to yourself?" Brittany asked. "She was remembering Rowen dîck," Nadia replied her with a smirk. "You're cràzy," I said with a smile, I never knew Nadia is a dîrty talker like me. "Just tell me it's a lie," Nadia said. "A very big one at that" I replied. "I don't believe it" she replied. "You can sleep here then!" I said and dragged Brittany out with me.