Peter Hale นิยาย & เรื่องราว

However, to find him, I must remember his name. “What was his name, Helen? Do you remember his name?” I asked my wolf but I forgot she was so whacked about him that she too had forgotten his name. I shook my head and broke out of my thoughts and got out of that royal-looking bathroom. This was so expensive which made me think if alpha Gerald customized his toilet seat with gold. I could not help but let a chuckle slip from my mouth. I blew dried my hair and put on a red pajama set. I decided to take a break and enjoy my meal in my comfortable PJs before I had to go back to my role as the daughter of Luna Kendall Clausen.

I mulled that over, still feeling sick, when Demetrius suddenly stopped, even as Charlotte growled like a cornered dog. "Sydlynn Hayle." I knew his voice, turned to find Piotr Wilhelm, former lieutenant to the original queen and not my biggest fan, standing behind us. Smiling and glaring at the same time, dark hair perfectly styled, tall, lean body dressed in the finest Victorian apparel. And he wasn't alone. A dozen vampires lined the hall, more appearing in front of us as I turned my head to watch them flicker from shadow, a gathering from the past like some freakshow theatre production gone horribly wrong.

I asked him, noticing his hesitation as his eyes darted between Sharma and me. "You mean that psychopath of a butler? The bald-headed assassin?" Sharma's words took me by surprise, and her apparent anger was hard to ignore. "Yeah, your butler wasn't who you thought he was. He attacked me last night and tried to kill me. Can you believe that?" She chuckled, leaving me baffled as I turned to Ryan, expecting an explanation. "She is right, Alpha Hawthorne," Ryan confirmed, echoing Sharma's allegations. Despite the evidence presented, I found it difficult to believe what I was hearing.

he muttered grabbing Spade's attention again, he looked at Matteo briefly before his eyes set on the road again. "Nathan Miller was not the middle man, nobody knows who he is, the only person that knows who what he looks like is Greg and Van Horne" he added and Spade just sighed out This was another dead end on this case. "So what? That's it, nothing else"? He asked and Matteo just sighed out, nodding his head. "That's all I could get for now but I'll keep looking" he muttered and Spade took his left hand off the steering and scratched his beard

“We’ve still got a traitor to take down tonight. That’s what matters.” The briefing room felt too bright when we stepped inside. Investigator Hale was already there — a small, no-nonsense woman in her fifties with eyes that seemed to cut straight through bullshit. She stood, shook Killian’s hand with a firm grip, and gave me a quick nod. “Hale,” she said. “Let’s not drag this out. Walk me through the timeline. Start to finish.”

“Now.” The officer hesitated, flipping through a file on his desk. “Mr. Hale is being held for questioning. There’s… serious evidence against him.” “What kind of evidence?” Leo demanded, stepping forward. The officer sighed, clearly uncomfortable. “There’s video footage and several witness statements linking Mr. Hale to the death of a woman named Miranda Vegas.” Jace froze. “Miranda who?” “Miranda Vegas,” the officer repeated. “Her body was found two nights ago outside a storage facility near the docks. We traced fingerprints, and his came up in the system from his military record.”

“You said it yourself he wants control, right? Then we feed him the illusion of it. Make him think he’s still one step ahead while we turn the game underneath him.” Adrien studied him for a long moment. Then, slowly, the faintest smirk tugged at his lips. “You’re learning.” Ryan arched a brow. “I’ve had a good teacher.” Adrien turned back to the laptop the ghost of that smirk fading. “If we’re doing this we need Hale He’s the only one who can move evidence quietly enough to protect our side.” Ryan nodded. “Call him.” Detective Hale arrived an hour later, damp from the drizzle outside and carrying the kind of exhaustion that came from knowing too much. He looked at Adrien, then at Ryan, then

He wiped his hands on a piece of cloth, took it, and scowled at the headline teaser shining on the screen of his phone. “Leading Forensic Executive Peter Hale In New York Innovation Summit with Legal Consultant Stephanie Hale.” Martins froze. Forgotten, the towel fell from his fingers and to the ground. “Stephanie,” he muttered, the name sticking on his tongue as if he was trying to clear it from his throat. “My Stephanie.” He stood still for a moment, the hum of the refrigerator loud in the silence, his breath shallow and uneven.He hadn’t seen her name written like that in years, all neat and tidy, public and not afraid.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

The screen changed again. A video feed activated. Jonathan Hale appeared—silver-haired, composed, eyes sharp with the confidence of a man who had never lost. “Ms. Moore,” he said calmly. “Mr. Reed.” Aria straightened. “You murdered my father,” she said, her voice cold. Hale sighed lightly. “No. I approved a necessity.” Damon stepped forward. “You ordered hits,” he said. “Buried cases. Destroyed lives.” Hale’s gaze flicked to him.