Novel & Cerita Sasha Martinez

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Then again, who are we to believe in rumors with no evidence? “I believe that each one of you is underestimating the power that I still hold on them.” I said, and Mikhail shook his head. “The woman is still my mate and as long as the mating bond is yet to be broken, I can use that to my advantage. She might be with the Sforza, but that does not change the reality of how I managed to have her break her oath a long time ago. And I must add that she was a lot more loyal to them, and more bound to the beta.”

This alpha was begging to be ripped apart, I couldn't be angry at her for defending herself, but I felt anger towards us because we weren't here to keep her save. Axel rushed over to the alpha gripping him by the neck; I expected Raven to act like that but not Axel, he was usually calm and collected like me, well most of the time not always. Raven and Mark though stepped next to the mysterious woman watching Axel growl at the alpha with their arms crossed over their chests. It took the alpha's choking sounds to rip me out of my daze and I went and removed my very angry brother's hand from around his throat. "Why don't we try and talk about this first before we kill him shall we" I asked him

I take deep breaths while I loosen my tie and open some of my shirt’s buttons. What is it Dakota? Will you tell me now? I ask him. Impatience surfaces on my skin. She is here. I can sense her. I want to feel her. I want to touch her. I want- Her? Who are you talking about? Our mate, Ryan. Our precious mate. Mate?

she laughed. “But I loved you, I did everything you wanted, I even fought my father for you…you were the lady with Allen in the club,” I cried. “How could you?” “I am sorry…” she said, her voice dripping in mockery. “I was ahead of you, did you think that you could dump me after giving you a son?” Allen moved the phone away. “Mike, I really wanted you to see me take over The Rodriguez's group, but Maria is just being a bitch right now…and you are not cooperating, I can't let you destroy all my years of efforts…Goodnight Mike,” he said cutting the call.

“Alpha… who’s behind it?” I met his eyes. “Her name is Tatiana, also known as Marissa.” I said. “She was presumed dead within the pack years ago. Had it not been for her, I wouldn’t be standing here today. However, there has been a shift, and somehow, she’s not. She’s walking again. Bringing things with her. Things that should’ve stayed buried. And whatever she has as a reason, it is not going to be ending in our favor.” Another voice from the back, female, strong. “What does she want? We were her family, why would she be attacking us?”

“After what you did to me, moaning Alisha’s name while in bed with me, and refusing to give me what was due to me, I still care for you, Lucius. I would never sit back and do nothing while I see your life is in danger.” I sighed, leaning back in my chair and wondering what she wanted now. Sasha did nothing for anyone without wanting something in return. She knew what she wanted when she called and told me I shouldn’t trust Mateo. “What are you playing on now, Sasha? Since we are divorced and aren’t expecting a child, what do you want?” “I want nothing,” she lied. “I want you to believe me when I tell you that you shouldn’t trust Mateo. He’s planning something bad against you, and you’ll real

I frowned as I felt the heaviness settle in my chest, knowing that it was somewhat familiar. Xavier’s head snapped toward the doorway at the same time mine did. The scent hit first: cool night air, something faintly metallic, and the wild tang of wolf magic, old, deep, and unmistakably powerful. She was already inside. Lisa D’Amaris leaned against the frame of the door like she’d been there all along, her posture casual, her legs crossed neatly at the ankle. Her beauty was sharp, refined, nothing like Annalise’s fiery elegance or Lorenzo’s brooding dominance. This one was colder. Collected. Her eyes held that peculiar stillness that comes from knowing far too much.

Uncertain glances exchanged between Alphas who'd never met Valeria but knew the legends. "It's true!" one of Harrison's warriors shouted from below the platform. "Sasha has the power. She'll prove it today." Sasha closed her eyes. She raised both arms, palms up, and held the pose like a priestess receiving divine light. The warriors around her bowed their heads in unison. The whole thing moved with the practiced rhythm of a performance they'd rehearsed. I watched from the lower railing. Maya had finished her work at the food stalls and squeezed in beside me, smelling like smoke and roasted chestnuts.

“They called it ‘Supernatural’ because the venture boys needed a sexy deck. The lab called it PX-5. The men in suits called it Phase. Like it was an operation.” Jack set Aki’s photo down on the table between them. Black eyes. White hair. The composure of someone who owns gravity wherever she walks. “And her?” he asked. “Ghost program,” Susan said, almost to herself. “Recruitment out of disaster zones. Stateless. Practically invisible. I never met her. But the codename crossed server logs with a Japanese flag and a redacted training file from a contractor we all pretended didn’t exist.” “Sumua was declared dead,” Pauly said, tapping the corner of the dossier with a pen cap. “Somebody laundere