Nina Blackwood Photo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Chapter 186: Unfinished Business XENOIS "Xenois!" My mum's voice was loud enough to be heard from the entrance, and I turned to see both my parents approaching me with expressions of concern and relief written across her face. Silvia Blackwood looked as elegant and dangerous as ever, she wore her hair in her favourite style paired with the latest designer clothes that did little to hide the predator aura that marked her as one of the most formidable Luna and assassin in the region.

His death was a big loss to the werewolf bodies and because he was the one who had been making plans about the competition to make it a success… so we paused training too. The door opened minutes ago and Nina walked in, in the slutiest dress ever. It was a pink silk dress and could even pass as a night gown. She wasn't wearing any underwear beneath, so I could see her nipples that were tight and pressing hard against the fabric and I could see the outline of her cunt. It was pink, well shaved and glistening. I needed no soothsayer to tell me that she had resumed her seduction games again.

“Blake. You’re not seriously thinking of going.” I held up my phone. “He wasn’t bluffing.” I pulled up G****e. And just like that, there he was. Ethan Blackwood. Beautiful. Rich. Dangerous. Photographed in tailored suits, arm in arm with senators and Silicon Valley royalty. A few articles mentioned a breakup two years ago. But no photos of her. Like she never existed. Amelia frowned at my screen. “That’s… creepy.” “Right?” “Still. You can’t go there alone. You don’t know what kind of psycho he is.”

Draven didn’t say a word, just set his fork down with slow finality and called out, “It’s open.” The door creaked as it swung inward, and there she was. Ms. Blackwood. She walked in like she owned the place, heels tapping across the hardwood, her coat sliding off her shoulders with practiced ease. Her lipstick matched the wine-colored silk blouse clinging to her curves. Her eyes swept the room and landed on me. A flicker of something unreadable passed through them, before she dismissed me entirely. “Morning,” she said, her voice syrup-sweet as she moved toward him. “You look… stronger.”

Magnus Blackwood, ruler of all packs, keeper of order, man that every Alpha in every territory answered to was working late, as always. Kieran looked at that light for a long time then he went to his own room, sat at his desk, and finally opened the envelope. Inside was a single photograph. Taken the night of the Blood Moon Massacre. It was an evidence file, stamped with red, bearing the royal sigil of the Blackwood pack. He had stolen it from his father’s private records eighteen months ago, a day not passing by when he didn't look at it. In the photograph, the ceremony was already in chaos. Wolves were running, flames were at the edge of the frame, smoke had began to rise. And there, to th

I took it and cut myself, the blood on my palm was visible and I had to hold my hands still so the blood drops into the sacred bowl. There was this anger I instantly felt, it made me remember my dead brother and that alone gave me the courage and reason to go on with the ritual. " Your turn" he passed the knife to Princess Lyra. She took it with shaky hands and then raised her head up to search for her father. A weak smile appeared on her face as she saw her father. I scoffed, she was wasting our time and I need to be out of here. She cut herself and held out her hand in the air, so the blood dropped into the sacred bowl.

The applause. The congratulations. I had seen it with my own eyes. No explanation could erase that. "I made my choice," I said quietly. Maya studied me for a moment. Then she nodded. "Okay." She stood and headed toward the door. Before leaving, she paused. "One more thing." I frowned. "What?" "The news said Ethan Blackwood has been searching for someone." My heart skipped a beat. Maya's gaze softened. "They didn't mention a name." They didn't have to.