Petra X Levi Novels & Stories

Xavier: “All your vitals are normal. And your body is strong. With you carrying an Alpha’s baby, some other women might have more difficulties. But you seem safe of them.” Dr. Leah said, looking at Valerie. “You are eight weeks pregnant. You are still due a long way, but you and your baby are healthy.”

Alexandra says. She notices Gerald face morph into a small smile. "Alexs. Chris asked me to call you." A third party, interrupt them. Putting a stop to there conversation. Alexandra quickly turns back, only to see a suspicious look on Karis face. Typical of Karis. "We will see before I leave," Gerald says with a calm smile. ________________________🖊 Alexandra is currently in front of the main building listening to WAP by Cardi B ft Megan Thee Stallion. Since the music was released, she couldn't stop herself from listening to it.

I walked over to my phone, dialed Ethan, and turned away from her as it rang. “Alpha,” he answered on the first ring. “I need you to arrange something,” I said. “You’re hiring someone for my company. Her name’s Sienna De Luca.” There was a pause on the other end. “Understood. What position?” “Something flexible. Remote if necessary. High-paying. You know the drill.” Ethan chuckled. “You’re giving her what she wants without letting her know it’s coming from you.” “Exactly.” “Does she know?” “No,” I said, turning to glance at her. She was watching me curiously, her brows furrowed.

All around her were shelves of documents, years of intelligence records, pack politics, void research, and personal histories of everyone who had ever passed through this place. “You can turn around,” I said. She turned around. Petra was thirty years old, slight and dark-haired, with careful eyes that had always made her look like she was reading a page of text even when she was just looking at a person. Right now those eyes were doing something I had not seen in them before. Not fear. Not guilt. Calculation. Still calculating, even now. “How long have you known?” she asked. “The Moon Goddess gave me your name twenty minutes ago.”

“Enough.” A woman’s voice cut through the room. Both of us turned. It was Petra, Kalev’s mother. She stood near the doorway with her hands clasped neatly behind her back. Her expression had the look that powerful people had. Verity growled. She didn’t like Petra. And neither did I. “My son is right,” she said smoothly. “I heard you arguing on the other side of the door. He should accompany you, Senna. He is the reason you’re the winner. After that little stunt he pulled in the games.”

Damien Wolfe “And?” Ethan had barely stepped through the door before I asked. I didn’t look up from the screen in front of me I didn’t need to. The tone was enough. He knew exactly what question I meant. He crossed the room quietly, set a folder down on the desk, and said, “You were right about the number.” I lifted my eyes. “Whose is it?” “Javi León,” he replied. “Goes by Vega. Low-profile, but old in the game. Logistics handler for Rivera.”

“Well, in case you’re wondering—yes. I’m real. And yes, I’m ridiculously good at my job.” “I already know you’re good at your job. You dug up Ivy’s offshore shell company in under two days.” “Three,” he corrected, tapping the steering wheel. “Two and a half if we’re being technical.” Elara glanced at him again. “So, what’s your real name, Mr. Levi?” “Preston Gray,” he said casually. “But you already knew that.” She tilted her head. “I did. Just wanted to hear it from you.” “Touché.”