Novel Alira Dan Fahri Bab 73 Novels & Stories

“Do you dislike grass because it’s just green and straight? Then you immediately like flowers because they have many colors and look pretty?” Alaric responded to my words with his baby talk. I smiled, as he seemed to understand what I was saying. "You shouldn't discriminate between creatures, future Alpha," Beta Lyra scolded, wagging her index finger. Alaric responded with an "uh-oh." Alaric played with the grass, babbling to himself. Occasionally, he would watch the children running and making soap bubble balloons. He seemed bored of being a baby. 'I found the prison where warrior Johan was.'

Being unreachable is impossible for Fachri. He always ensures to send a message if he's coming home late, so Airin won't worry about him. However, today, there is no message from Fachri at all. Even his phone number cannot be reached. Airin, waiting for Fachri's return, is naturally anxious without any news like this. She stands in the living room, pacing with her phone in her hand, waiting for Fachri who hasn't come home even though it's already half-past eleven at night.

“ What ? Is there anything wrong with Ayla ? “ asked madam Dana worried , Aron looking at them worried as well . “ The treatment……..the new methods we applied……they resulted in 100% success . Miss Ayla is now awake and she has complete consciousness . The baby is also safe . We can finally disconnect the machines on her . She is so healthy now that she can start eating from tomorrow . She has already started to drink . “ said the doctor . “ That’s wonderful news . The new drug that we prepared works like magic . It really…….works . “ said madam Dana with a surprised expression . When he heard them , Aron’s bag of fruits that he was holding fell on the ground and he rushed to Ayla’s room . “

Something that had angered Dane greatly. Baba had been utterly shocked as well, but I had told him we were ok. He had been beyond angry, and the string of curses that left him had startled even me. He would spend the afternoons telling Aria stories about brave princesses who had gone through so much as well as the stories from the Arabian Nights. It made me smile that he was trying to help her get past this event. It was now afternoon, Dane and I were sitting with Baba in the living room. Aria had just fallen asleep with her head in my lap, whilst Dane was sitting next to me, his arm around me, his fingers running through my hair comfortingly.

Arla's eyes blazed with unshed tears as she continued, "That man you called evil, he never once treated me badly. He never forced me against my will. I felt like a princess with him. He truly loved me. He never hurt me the way you did!" Liam's hands clenched into fists, his voice thundering through the room as he cut her off. "Enough! I don't want to hear his name in my mansion anymore. Don't you dare speak his name in my presence again, Arla!" Arla's annoyance was evident as she glared at Liam, her face contorting with frustration. "You want me to explain, yet you refuse to listen to the truth," she said, her voice trembling with barely suppressed anger. "You just believe whatever you want,

I had seen firsthand what she did to those who showed even the slightest resistance. “I told you to retrieve the needle, Prinsca. You have failed to do that so many times now. It is beginning to feel like you are compulsively trying to disobey me,” Alira said with a wicked smile. I kept a straight face and replied her, “I explained every time that…” she slapped me hard across the face before I could say anything more. “Excuses! Excuses! That's all you're good at doing! Giving excuses!” she shouted at me. I could say nothing to her as my head was ringing from the slap. My vision blurred, and my left ear rang like a bell had gone off beside it.

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--- *Chapter 1: Condemned* The pack circle stank of blood and pine. I knelt in the dirt, wrists bound with silver that burned into my skin, and tried not to throw up. Around me, the Blood Moon Pack formed a wall of muscle and leather, their eyes glowing amber in the firelight. Some looked hungry. Some looked bored. All of them looked at me like I was trash. Because I was. “Aria of No Pack,” Beta Darius’s voice boomed across the clearing. He stood beside the Alpha’s stone throne, his face carved from granite. “You were caught stealing food from Blood Moon territory. The punishment for theft is death.”

It seems like it will never really agree with the love that I was having with the most beautiful young lady in my sight. When I woke up, she was no longer beside me and our world was in turmoil again. I looked for her in any part of Ohayas and eventually talked to the owner of the store where she worked. I almost turned over his entire store when I found out what happened to Aliara. I hurried to Farianio but it was too late, someone had already saved her. I was relieved with that but I still cannot pull the concern I have for her. I looked for her again and once we were face to face, she informed me of all her plans. I understand that I am not in her plans and it is inevitable that I will be

ARAIA's P.O.V "This would be good." I nodded my head. "How about this?" He asks. I stare at the model that he's pertaining to and say, "I like it." "Alright, we'll get this and this." "Yes Alpha." The female servant went out carrying her things. "..." Uhm… You might be wondering what happened so… ** "Miss Araia?" Hmm? "Yes?" I'm currently doing my hair. "Alpha Alejandro wants to see you right now."