The Milagro Beanfield War Book Novels & Stories

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

Elder Lee had run, yes. But he hadn't vanished. And Dominic would follow that trail to the ends of the earth if that’s what it took. The war hadn’t ended tonight; it had merely found its true heading. Somewhere far beyond the horizon, a man who thought himself untouchable was carrying a child who belonged to monsters. Dominic’s eyes snapped open, the shadows tightening around him like a shroud. ‘Run,’ he thought darkly, the Alpha in him baring its teeth. ‘Enjoy the distance while it lasts.’ Because when they finally caught him... There would be nothing left to save.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

The driver fled. I slid to the ground, legs shaking. He held out his hand. "Are you alright?" I stared up at him, and suddenly I was back in 1958, tied to a chair in a damp warehouse, blood running down my temple. The Marchetti family’s rivals had kidnapped me and Lydia, demanding a ransom. Without hesitation, Julian had sent all his men to rescue Lydia. "Elena is tough," he said. "She can handle herself. Lydia is fragile." I had almost died that night.

No time for negotiation or for torture or for any of the slow, deliberate rituals of consequence I usually employed. That was the calculation. That was the cost. It left no room for revision, no route to heroics. When I closed my eyes, it played out again, except worse: Gabriel’s face a blank mask, his finger taut, the sound of the gunshot echoing inside the narrow space. Milena’s body crumpling not in surrender but in a grotesque, mechanical betrayal of the will she’d embodied moments before. I saw it in total clarity, the hypothetical as real as the aftermath, and there was nothing to do but let the wave hit and wait for it to pass through.

Tessa sighed and rolled her eyes. "Who am I kidding?" She scoffed, and went down, climbing downwards briskly. "What?" The boys muttered in surprise, seeing the way she had left them suddenly and quickly. "You coming or what!" Tessa yelled at them, after her safe landing. "Aiish" The boys muttered. If you aren't reading this story in Authoress Sommy Pearl's Library, Please, Note that it has been pirated, and do report it to me. *** Lia struggled to walk while Kristen and Clef helped in taking the zombies down with their weapons.