روايات وقصص ضمن Rody X Deku

“You mistook your hatred of change for loyalty. And you mistook my absence for permission.” Roderick’s nostrils flared. Decker stood. The room tensed so sharply it almost felt physical. He did not loom. He did not shout. He simply stood over his council, over the man who had tried to kill him, and let the full truth of his presence settle into the stone. “You are done.” Roderick’s face darkened. “This pack…” “This pack,” Decker cut in, “still has an Alpha!”

They rode solo. All four of them; Ryder, Lyra, Iris and Xanth, having left a few of their soldiers in Rocheveron and a number sent back to Astaroth to get more troops. Ryder had the intent of keeping Rocheveron under the control of his army until he had the time to deal with them on his own and he intended on dealing with them. All throughout the ride, he could not take his mind off the things that had happened and he rode steadily beside Lyra, constantly keeping his eyes on her.

Her voice was so sharp that I almost winced. Adele blinked, obviously unsure of what was happening. "I-I—he’s just a boy...," she stammered. "That boy is no ordinary child," Alexandra said in a low tone "He is Rudy, the grandson of Alpha Rod." Adele gasped audibly and her face went pale. It was as if the name "Alpha Rod" had sent a shockwave through her system. Everyone in the place knew who Alpha Rod was—one of the most powerful Alphas in the region. Even I, as a former Luna knew who he was. Jackson had tried to get an alliance with him for years but it wasn't possible. The man is that hard to please.

It was Ryder Blackwood, the enigmatic alpha werewolf of Ravenwood, his expression unreadable as he studied her with intense scrutiny. Ryder Blackwood exuded an aura of raw power and controlled intensity. Standing tall at 6'4", his broad shoulders and muscular build hinted at the formidable strength that lay beneath his calm exterior. His chiseled features were framed by short, dark hair, often tousled as if he had just returned from a midnight run through the woods. Ryder's piercing blue eyes, reminiscent of a clear, icy winter sky, held a depth of emotion and secrets that few could fathom, making his expression perpetually unreadable.

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

I couldn't stop thinking about my family. No matter how my life got away from me, I had to remain alive because of one thing: Roderic D'Arden. The guy was a legend of the Northern Dominion, and a bad one at that. The Grand Alpha of the Frostcrown Shadows Pack, or the highest-ranking hitman the other Alphas would resort to when they needed somebody erased. Just the name made people draw their children to the hearth.

I huffed, and could see his eyes flicker in shock, but he had no power to decline as he was being controlled by my dark magic spell. Right there, he pierced his sharp wolf claws into his chest, howling in extreme pain as he tore open his chest, reaching out to his heart, but couldn't go further before falling dead instantly. "Clean this place!" I ordered with a wave of my hand and the slaves ran in with their cleaning materials. My name is Xavier, and I am the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, the greatest pack of all. No one dares me because it would cost their entire pack. My pack was above every other pack in America because I was their leader, but I'm getting old by the day.

“I heard she is an expert in Dark Arts, like seriously deadly.” My eyes snapped straight to the muscular, taut figure of Alpha Dex as he emerged to greet the arrivals. He stood tall and proud with an older dark-haired man. Built like a silverback gorilla but with the same dark, piercing eyes, Alpha Fyrestone himself. Emerging behind the men, shuffling into position was a stern-faced Rose.