Novel & Cerita Onyx Racing

The man smiled and Valentina returned the smile. "Did you say Orion? Like the guy who shaved your head when you were drunk Lorenzo? " She said with a mischievous grin. "That’s me. " Orion replied proudly. Valentina laughed as she reached out her hand for Orion to shake. We could hear engines roaring as a race kicked off. "Do you participate in races? " I asked Orion. "Yes, I’ve been doing it for quite some time. There’s nothing better than being behind the wheel and winning," he said, adjusting his jacket.

Onyx chuckled loudly, "Awe, that's cute! Are you trying to flex your chest muscles?" I instantly deflated. I’m the pack gamma, and responsible for caring for everything involving our pack's well being and pups, but in our pod, I was the lowest ranking wolf. Even though Onyx is a Delta and Deltas and Gammas are essentially all the same - pack warriors, Delta's are the elite and fiercest warriors of the pack, and Onyx is the top Delta, just as I am the top Gamma. Where I was skilled and an expert in pack defenses, Onyx was skilled, the stealthiest wolf in the realm and the top war advisor to the King. He is an elite strategist on his own level and I know I can’t compete with that.

Noah. When I got to the racing arena, it was crowded and most of them were on their feets cheering on the racers. I saw my name on the billboard, my match was in five minutes with Ryder. Parking my car beside Ryder's I glanced to my side before stepping out. Ryder was sitting on his black McLaren 720S with a cigarette between his lips, his hands were on the butt of a skinny girl with big boobs. Ryder was a teenager like me, he was a spoiled rich kid that raced for fun. But while other rich kids were weak and avoided trouble. Ryder was the complete opposite, his father was a Drug Lord, a friend of Drew's. He got into deeper shits than Drew did and oftentimes Ryder joined him.

A few council members exchanged glances. It was easier for them to accept something like that. Contained. Public. Spectacle instead of war. But I understood exactly what it was. A trap dressed as entertainment. “Do not agree to this,” Thor said quietly. “His racers are not ordinary. They are professionals trained specifically for high-risk terrain competitions. This is his domain.” I already knew. Ronan’s racing units were not casual riders. They were elite competitors, trained, conditioned, and familiar with every track his territory controlled. He was offering a game he had already mastered.

Cheers erupted from Rhett’s side of the stands. Onyx did not rush. He stayed in the middle of the pack, pace even, head low. I kept him there, guiding him carefully. This was not a sprint. This was control. The first stretch passed quickly. Hurricane widened the gap. Camille laughed somewhere behind me. Halfway through the track, I felt Onyx’s focus sharpen. His muscles gathered beneath me, ready. Now. I sent the signal. Onyx cut inward sharply, slipping into the inside line. The move was clean and sudden. We closed the distance fast. In seconds, we were drawing level with Hurricane.

Excuses had no traction at these speeds; the machine demanded everything, and if you hesitated, it would chew you up and spit you out as just another cautionary tale whispered in the garages of the elite. Nyxara thrived here. She’d always preferred the honest language of velocity, the stark clarity that came when the world blurred and all that remained was the dance between will and metal. The private track knifed through the night, a strip of possibility illuminated by ruthless white floodlights. Engines howled and spat in the darkness, each one a challenge, a promise, a threat. There were no sponsors, no press, no gawking fans—only those bold or foolish enough to risk everything for a tast

And I got that kind of interest with Ferry who also likes this kind of thing because there are times that she, herself, joins some racing events here. And this is also the reason why Enver and I got close. “Stop arguing there,” I pulled them away from each other and held their hand. Then, I started dragging them toward the entrance of the place. “A racing event is happening right now inside this place and it was sponsored by Anox because they are going to show off their three newest products. We have to see it!” I didn’t give them a chance to resist and run while dragging them with me.

“I don’t tell them everything. There are secrets I’ve had to keep from them before. If this is truly something they don’t need to know, I won’t be the one to tell them.” I sighed deeply. Fuck. I was really about to divulge a secret that wasn’t mine to someone else. But I needed someone that could help, and I needed some direction. I wasn’t good at giving backstories and all that shit, plus if Alpha Adrian was serious about five minutes, we only had a few left.” “Onyx is a vampire and werewolf hybrid.” No sense in beating around the bush, I always say. “Wait. What? How? Oh! Her mother, Iliana. That sneaky bastard!”

“What? How is that possible? I thought only lycan’s could speak in beast form.” “We are special.” Athena simply answered. “That you are my mate. There is no one like you. Ok Onyx is ready to come out.” He laughed as I could see his eyes changing as Onyx was pushing forward to take charge. He got undressed and Athena didn’t look away and I was so glad she didn’t because the sight before was other worldly. All I could see was muscles for days and damn that ass. Onyx shifted and looked at us. Athena wasn’t even embarrassed. Onyx stood maybe a foot and a half taller than Athena. He looked dangerous, midnight black with what seemed to be touches of light brown on some of his fur, but the thing th

Atleast there he will be able to protect himself better if needed. Onyx is restless not being able to see Tessa and felt deflated as he knew Landon was right, they need to be aware of what the wolves plan to do about their presence. They can't risk being ambushed and killed before they could even get close to Tessa to help her.