The Legend Of Old Gregg Novels & Stories

“Bullshit. You’re practically glowing.” I sneer at my brother. “Never say that again.” Leo clears his throat. “Can we please get back to the matter at hand? What were you saying, Mr. Greggy?” The old man sits across from me in the guest chair. He smells heavily of cigarettes, and his yellowing teeth confirm my suspicions. He reminds me of a squirrel with rabies, jumpy and practically frothing at the mouth with anger. “She threatened my life!” he exclaims. “That bitch was going to break every bone in my body if I didn’t give her what she wanted. Like I’d ever swear allegiance to her.”

“You seek answers about Alpha Gregory, do you not?” Mikhail nodded, glancing at Lucifer. “Yes. We need to know what happened back then. There’s something… strange about his death. Something we think the elders may have hidden.” Ivanov motioned for them to sit at the worn wooden table in the center of the room. “Gregory was a good Alpha, but his death was… complicated.” Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean by complicated?” The elder sighed, settling into his chair with a heavy groan. “There were whispers—whispers of betrayal, of secrets kept even from his own pack. Gregory’s illness wasn’t natural. It was inflicted, a slow poison meant to erode him from the inside out.”

] Greg’s voice reverberates through our link, causing everyone to groan. [I swear to the Goddess, Greg, that if it’s Amberle’s Mustang, I’m kicking your ass.] Lease growls, causing Dominic and I to laugh. I learned through my time with the pack that Lease and Greg have had this love-hate relationship since they were pups. The two of them grew up together, and from what I’ve been told, she was the only one who put up with Greg’s shit growing up. The game ends with Greg’s crappy attempt when he confirms that the guess was my Mustang, and there was a unanimous vote to grab something to eat.

Jett asked, and Caden shook his head. “I do not know the details, but I relayed the message as the goddess relayed it to me,” he answered. I let out a breath. It hadn’t been up to ten minutes, and I was already frustrated. Greg’s eyes found me. Even as a child, I was always scared of the man, and I think one of the reasons I used to be scared of Rachael was because she was his exact copy. Their family consisted of just both of them. There was an old rumor that ran around the pack when I was little that suggested Greg killed his pregnant wife, and ever since then, I saw him as a scary man who was capable of murder.

He’s just on the wrong side of the fight. They made their way through the halls of the ground floor, then they stopped in front of the black door at the end. The air was warm and quiet as Chief Gregor opened the door and stepped inside. Arth spotted a man of sixties reading a leather-bound book on his desk. He glanced around and found many black shelves filled with old books. “Jade,” Gregor said as he walked towards the desk. When the old man raised his head, his eyebrows jumped in surprise.