Onyx Supportive Living Albuquerque Novels & Stories

"You make it look so linear and straight forward, you and I know it is never linear especially when dealing with pack of wolves and being an alpha it is your moral responsibility to stay with your Luna," I rolled my eyes, "Please can you spare me the moral conduit, if I spend the rest of my life with Onyx we are definitely going to end up killing each other," I replied. "Is it that bad?" he asked. And I nodded my head sincerely. "She left the house yesterday," "Left the house, really," he asked again and I nodded my head. "Yeah she did, I think she is now living with Elijah," "What!!!" he exclaimed, "She would not, what would people say if they get to find out that she was no longer living i

Ophelia curtly said her eyes narrowed. "All right, I'll have a glass of water," Onyx said, and Ophelia sighed as she let go of the door. Onyx's eyes were drawn to the contents of the little apartment as she walked to the kitchen. The design in the living area was simple and modest. The kitchen and small dining table were on the left, and the two doors on the other side, which he assumed were the bedrooms. Onyx's eyes lit up as he sat on the couch and Ophelia returned from the kitchen with a cup of coffee.

A minute or so later, he finally nodded, but she didn’t release him. Onyx inhaled deeply, preparing himself to go back to a time that he hated—preparing himself to reveal something that might make his job to earn a place in her life even harder. “I wasn’t born in the Dawn Pack. My family is originally from a pack in Manhattan. They don’t have a plot of land; they purchased an apartment block that’s near a wooded area. The entire pack lives inside the block, and they use the wooded area to run in. One day, I was walking with my sister through the woods when we came across four human males. Their ages ranged from seventeen to twenty-one.”

Sandra carries on, unaware of my inner turmoil. She looks at Asher and gets serious. “I did not want to raise my son in such a toxic environment. We live in a deluxe gated community called Shark Fin Estate a few kilometers away from their school. There are a lot of humans with their wolf counterparts that live there so it feels like home… It’s a bridge between Onyx Pack and Manhattan City. It suits me just fine. I can head to town to see my family or buy essentials anytime I want, and Asher is still close enough to the pack and his school.”

From the mate bond disaster to the attacks and disappearances, I felt like I really couldn’t catch a break. I trotted up to the pack house and decided to take the stairs up on four legs instead of two. The Onyx packhouse was six storeys’ tall with over forty bedrooms. The first floor was for entertaining with two grand ballrooms and a dining area for large parties. The second floor was for the house staff. The ten omegas that worked in the kitchens and the house lived on this floor in the gorgeous private suites. The third floor was kitchens and dining area for the permanent residents within the house. The fourth floor was entirely guest rooms for when other packs came to visit Onyx. The fif

She looks uneasy. “The doors open outward here, but the brackets are on the inside of the door. The deadbolt you will find against the wall will keep everyone out of your room. We cannot get in, even in a Lycan form, unless you open that door. In the case of an emergency and someone has you locked in there, we do have a way to get in. You are safe.” He convinces her. “Thank you.” “He has Alzheimer’s, and when he sees himself, sometimes it scares him. Never has he harmed anyone; he will bore you with a conversation, but that is as far as harmful that will go. Don’t drink the coffee if he brings it to you, either. His ability to make coffee has gone. It is more of a mud now.” He chuckles, and

Jacob sneered. “Exactly… No!” I put the pressure on word No! Fiarra chuckled and replied, “we are better in everything from humans, onyx! We have schools and hospitals, a library and grocery stories in the pack. The whole place is similar to a small town but clean and pollution free.” “That’s right sis! Onyx will have it hard spending time with other wolves as he had lived a life like an ordinary human. I still doubt that he is a werewolf.” I smiled but I wanted to strangle a rude man.

I entered the date of that night. Click. The heavy steel mechanism rolled back. The safe swung open without a sound. Inside lay three thick, black binders and a stack of legal documents. I ignored the corporate stocks and the foreign bonds, reaching straight for the binder labeled Onyx Holdings: Domestic Assets. I flipped it open, my eyes scanning the pages under the pale moonlight. There were blueprints. Schematics of a sprawling, heavily guarded compound situated in the empty desert miles outside the city limits. St. Jude’s Extended Care Facility.

Zane Orion Pov::: The rehabilitation facility was pretty easy to find once I input the address on my GPS. The drive took less than twenty minutes. It is in the suburbs of New York, the parts that scream luxury and generational wealth with its old well maintained houses and streets. I drove down quietly, navigating the high gated communities, checking my automatic driving assistant to be sure I was on the right track. When I saw the building layout, I knew immediately that I was in the right place.

After Darian stopped by the kitchen to tell the staff to prepare a fresh tray of food and take it up to Raven so she could eat the moment she woke up, we headed toward the Cold Quarters. That was the isolated section of the mansion where Onyx and the other battered Northern Alphas were currently being detained. To be fair, none of them were in any physical shape to try and escape anyway after the beating Raven had delivered. Darian pushed one of the doors open with a dull creak, and the two of us entered the brightly lit room. I stopped in my tracks as I spotted Onyx. He was seated quietly in a plush, cushioned chair close to the large glass window, staring blankly out at the green fields. H