Onyx Solace Morissette Treadway Novels & Stories

The Silent Descent Mimi’s drive was a blur of calculated haste. She didn't contact her personal driver, she took William’s unmarked, older SUV, the one reserved for discreet errands, driving herself. The car was heavy, dark, and anonymous, perfect. She had dressed in practical layers, dark clothing, thick rubber-soled boots, and a heavy utility coat whose pockets were already loaded with supplies, a professional lock-picking kit, purchased years ago as a curiosity but now feeling profoundly necessary, a high-powered flashlight, and a small, older tablet wiped clean of personal data.

“You did the work.” “You made it possible.” I held her gaze and understood that we were both talking about more than the board vote. More than the legal marriage and the biological necessity and everything else we’d constructed around ourselves to make wanting each other feel like strategy instead of feeling. Morana Mortaine. Back from the dead. At a club in the Meatpacking District in a green dress. With Tristan Rothschild. The internet was going to have an extraordinary morning. She leaned back against the leather and sipped her champagne and smiled at me over the rim of the glass like she already knew exactly what tomorrow’s headlines were going to say and she couldn’t care less.

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

Emily Warner I leave the room, completely dressed, after my long phone call with Mary where she explained what Socrates, Odyssey and Olympus is. And also, of course a few thoughts on Lucas. As I exited my room, trying to pull my black dress down as it kept riding up my thick thighs, annoying the hell out of me. This is why I don’t like wearing bodycon dresses, they are so uncomfortable but it does look pretty when I suck my tummy in so… “Hey- why are you wearing your shoes?” I ask him as I look at him standing near the door with keys in his hands.

Odessa thought out loud, keeping the conversation going. "Onyx is the inspiration of our Omegas and other she-wolves. She's an Omega but commands our wolf warriors. On the field, she's more of an Alpha than an Omega. As much as she's a great sacrifice to us, omegas aren't meant to be on their own, they are supposed to be pampered and be taken care of by their mates. I peached to my omegas every day to let their mates do the job but my words are being taken for granted, Onyx has taken my place in their hearts," she explained, her tone holding no bitterness or malice but with tenderness and fervor.

Tyler said. Roslyn stood, smoothing her dress, and walked toward Emily. "What's the investor's name?" Roslyn asked. "Leonardo Moratti," Emily replied. Roslyn's step faltered. "Leonardo Moratti?" Roslyn repeated, her voice laced with surprise. Emily nodded. Roslyn's eyes widened, her expression frozen in shock. ****************************************************

Damian moved to stand beside me and the specific quality of two wolves presenting a unified front in a room filled with Moretti's people was something I felt through the floor, a shift in the atmosphere, the specific recalibration of everyone in the space adjusting to what was in front of them. "You've had a productive few days," Moretti said smoothly. Still unhurried. "My associate's board position. The pack reckoning." He paused. "Odette Thibodaux." His eyes moved to me. "Your mother's work." "You knew about the documentation," I said.

"Who are you? Isn't Mr. Morrison here yet?" "Oh, you mean Ethan? The only Morrison I recognize is the heiress of the Morrison family and Morrison Group. She's out at the moment, so Ethan attended to you instead." Winnie didn't directly answer Angela's question. Her gaze flicked to Angela with unhidden disdain. From what Charlotte had told her, Angela and Trey were despicable—sickening in the way they treated others emotionally, and now, stealing Khloe's research data to collaborate with Morrison Group? What kind of boss did Solara Energy have to find this kind of woman acceptable?

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

I was grateful. We arrived at the event, and everyone was silent when we walked in. Keith was their Alpha, so they were bound to be quiet. The place was grand and exquisite. The chandeliers sparkled, the floor was polished, and the furniture was beautiful. This was an elegant evening, and I was an honoured guest. We were ushered to our table, and people lined up to greet Keith. The first guest was an Alpha and Luna of one of the packs in the west. His name was Abraham Boyce. His luna Ciara looked at me with so much scorn that I knew she must have had a history with Keith.