Red Leader Tord Mga Nobela at Kwento

He scrubbed a hand across his battle-scarred face and swore. I knew of a southern pack who wished to gain the upper hand over me after I killed their alpha a few years ago. An enemy of mine would be an ally to them. The Blackmores and Millers would be welcomed into their pack with open arms. The jurisdiction we held in the northern packs didn’t apply within the southern packs. They would be able to claim sanctuary, and there is nothing I can do about it. Aaron squinted, looking at my lips, and leaned closer to my ear. “Red suits you, bro. But next time, try using a mirror when applying your lipstick.” He patted the top of my arm and walked away, chuckling to himself.

He grins, standing taller as he takes me in. Then he whistles, and a moment later three men find their way to the clearing. The first is a blazing redhead with piercing green eyes, his buddy has raven black hair pulled back into a ponytail and dark eyes, his physique is the only one I’m concerning myself with as he looks closer to my size and the look in his eyes is one of murder.

o. Till the next adios

They were incredibly rich and the Manor is a living proof to that. Though they were elites, the Reds and their loyal subjects were knit-tight and they all look at Henry as their leader for a good reason. He is the Alpha of the Red Manor, one of the five strongest packs that existed in the country and Henry’s condition was still a mystery both to Francis and the rest. He woke up one day feeling so ill and it spiraled downhill from there.

I was still frozen, rooted in shock, when one of my men came running in. “We have another party of warriors coming in from the north. Conrad sighted them.” That snapped me out of my shock, fast. “Any inkling on who they are?” “No,” answered my man, breathing hard. “We destabilized them. How could they have called for backup?” “It could be they had a backup of warriors away from home at the time of the attack.” I stooped up from the process of replying when a huge man came into view, warriors behind him. It was Djurek, the bastard and cruel leader of the northern wolves.

I clenched my thighs together as my core heat up from just looking at this man and his eyes did not miss that movement as he gave me a smirk. I cleared my throat trying to act like I was not affected by him as I took a sip out of my drink. "And who said I was alone?" I asked nonchalantly giving him my full attention as I crossed my legs together. He brought his face closer to mine and I held my breath as he whispered "I can tell" He whispered before sweeping his tongue across his soft lips. He leaned back on his chair as he eyes my body. "You look stunning in red," He whispered gulping down his drink. "But you'll look even better riding my dick."

I saw Tormund standing in the middle of it all, his sword dripping with blood, his eyes wild with rage as he cut through enemy after enemy. But then I saw him. A tall man with red hair and piercing green eyes, his face half-shadowed by the smoke. He moved with purpose, his spear gleaming like molten silver. The moment he appeared, everything around him stilled. Even the flames seemed to pause. Tormund roared and charged at him, his wolf flashing through his skin, but the red-haired warrior didn't hesitate. He drove the spear straight through Tormund's chest. The sound of it all, Tormund's flesh tearing, his bone cracking, it all echoed like thunder in my ears.

POV Red I'm considering how to engineer that when I notice Tomás Arrieta. He's a younger guard, dark-haired, with a posture that tries to be authoritative but only lands about sixty percent of the time. He's appearing in my section of the yard with a frequency that has nothing to do with his rotation. He was on the ship. I remember him now, one of the peripheral ones. He wants to be seen as the kind of man a woman would choose if she had choices. That specific vanity is a lever. I file it carefully and don't touch it yet.

"It's because he wants to frame me as a harasser. He knows I've discovered his and Scarlett's relationship, so he's trying to frame me before I can expose him. I'm Scarlett's mentor. It's incredibly easy for him to frame me." Aidan tried to counter. "What proof do you have to say that?" Behind me, Camila pulled at my sleeve. She was reluctant to reveal Scarlett's trauma, and I felt the same. Yet, to bring the truth to light, we had no choice but to tear that wound open. "What proof do you have to accuse me of harassing Scarlett?" Aidan asked again. I sneered. "Calling it harassment is putting it mildly. You know exactly how despicable your actions were."

Rhett sent quietly. Waverly you got red? Aldric said already knowing. Yeah I got the bitch. Waverly growled. There are four leaders, like four generals. Red, white, steel, and black. We never could find out who the actual Alpha was but i alway felt like it was the black wolf. Once he showed up everything got worse. Red is a female and ruthless. She is known for dismembering. Steel is sneaky and will attack you when your back is turned. White, white goes for the kill. Don't play around. We only know their wolf forms. Aldric said his eyes were still on the dead wolf.