Novel & Cerita The Legend Of Old Gregg

Lily sighed and gave them a moment. “Remember how we would, uh, talk in your dreams?” Gregory asked. His hand went behind his head and scratched at the back of his head. Clear signs of a story Lily would love to hear at some point. The great Alpha Gregory isn’t hiding something he’s not proud of from his mate after all these years.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

“Greggory, I have always held you in a high position. you are a man of great affluence how can you let such silly ideas cloud your reasoning? he would have found one way or another to have his deed done. I did not get the chance to interact with your wife very much before her death but I do know she did what she had to, to save you from committing the greatest treason and having your wolf run mad. How would you ever have killed your fated mate for another? Your wolf may be okay with you taking her as a bride but it certainly hasn't forgotten the love he has for his mate, never reason this the other way around. Elder Fern Roxwell deserves nothing and nothing shall he get. get your life fixed

I say, and he chuckles as he pulls me into his arms, and I can feel his breathing on my neck. “I’ll let this one slide, but later on you will introduce him to me. I just need to remind him of who I am. After all, we are old friends,” Greg says and I look at him, frowning. What the hell is he talking about? Old friends? As if that was even a possibility. They are from two completely different worlds. Dylan wouldn’t be caught dead around a drug dealer.

Even if she is no longer young, she is still a first-class beauty. "Are you Ashley? You are finally coming! Grandpa and Grandma are urging Morgan every day, saying that Morgan is not doing well as a grandson!" Katie took Ashley's hand and said gently and enthusiastically. "Mom," Ashley called obediently. "Yes..." This yell made Katie burst into joy, "Hurry up, go see Grandpa and Grandma." Ashley never thought that she would meet Rick Blackstorm one day. You know, this name is a legend in the country The old man joined the army when he was young, and he was a soldier all his life. A legend in the business world has been achieved.

“He’s trying his best.” “Good,” Gregory said simply, walking toward the little bookshelf that Damian had got in her room. His fingers brushed the spines of the books she had arranged. “You’ve been reading again.” “Yes,” she said softly. “It helps me relax.” He nodded, picking one of the books up, a collection of essays on family legacy. His expression softened slightly as he turned a few pages. “You know,” he began, “when I was younger, I used to think legacy was only about wealth. The name. The empire.”

Linda and Tara listened with rapt attention, occasionally gasping in surprise and exchanging knowing glances. By the time Leo finally paused to catch his breath, Dean seized the chance to interject—only for Leo to abruptly change direction. “But wait, that’s not the end! There’s a fourth one. Not a gang leader, but a bona fide heir to a gang—Greg Kingston.” At the mention of Greg’s name, Linda and Tara’s eyes lit up even more intensely. They leaned in eagerly, their gazes practically blazing with curiosity. Leo, basking in their attention, smugly settled himself between them and launched into another colorful tale, painting Greg as an almost mythical figure. His words flowed with such flair

“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.”

Brody and his warriors had whipped us like an old rug. Alpha Greg also thinks that I, nor the rest of the werewolf community, don't know what he's been doing to the oldest one. Did I mention that old Greg is as dumb as a box of rocks. I knew the reason he had been so desperate to get them back. It was because he didn't want anyone to know the only way he could get his rocks off was by beating a female.

"Great. I see you're not going to tell me the truth. I'm going to find out anyways so you can look forward to that. And I'm going to make sure you, and any other family member of yours meet in hell." Gregg fell on his knees the moment he heard that. "I'll confess! I'll confess everything!" He can easily get scared by a threat like that and he was planning to get me cancelled with such a cheap trick? I didn't even know a stamp existed and he couldn't even do it properly? So sloppy. "Please spare me Alpha... This wasn't my plan at all. I'm telling you the truth." He begged for mercy. Leo nodded and looked at the elder, "Tell me, which one of the elders planned this with you?"