Novel & Cerita The Stolen Heirloom Botw

She felt offended that her mate was accusing her father of theft. Azalea sighed, not knowing how to select his words carefully so as not to offend his mates, “The thing is, there was one thing I didn't tell you” “What is it?” Alice asked with face full of dread. “Being an heirloom, it was guarded by security cameras we bought from the humans and we actually did see Alpha Louis walk into the vault and take the heirloom at that time” Azalea said, scratching his head embarrassed. As much as he wished the girl's father didn't take it, he couldn't hide the truth. He had promised his dad on his lifeless body that he would find and return the heirloom to the original place. He knew he could never b

“I had not discovered that they had your mother and who they were before last night. But last night, he told me what they were searching for.” She watched him as he placed his hand on her shoulder and gently yanked the necklace out from inside her shirt. She grabbed the pendant in her hand and shook her head. “This? It’s just a trinket my parents gave me when I was little. Why would they want this? It’s worthless.” He stepped up in front of her and met her eyes with his. “They said it is a stolen relic and the key to something incredible.” He answered with a hint of awe in his tone.

"We shouldn't keep fighting each other anymore." Her eyes met his again. "Our real enemy is Liora." Lucien slowly nodded. "I was already investigating that before those bastards arrested me." Stephanie frowned. "You were?" Lucien set the plate aside. "The hidden heiress of Starlight Enterprise recently returned." "Starlight?" Stephanie interrupted, visibly shocked. "I've heard they're one of the biggest companies in the world." "They are." Lucien's expression grew serious. "But here's the strange part, the heiress looks exactly like Liora."

After all, even though I had always been obedient and gentle, I had zero tolerance when it came to betrayal. “Yvonne, do you really understand?” I nodded, curling my lips into a bitter smile. “Zayn, we both have to think of the family. I understand you need an heir. After all, the Levine mafia empire is vast. Someone has to inherit it. “If you think it would be easier, you can bring Whitney home so that she’s cared for. That way, I’ll feel reassured too.” Joy spread across his face when I said those words. He let out a long sigh of relief.

I walked back toward my desk and picked up the necklace. The sapphire gleamed under the sunlight pouring through the window. It was beautiful. Even I had to admit that. But beauty didn’t change the truth. “This necklace doesn’t magically make that rogue important,” I said. I placed it back down on the desk. “He’s still a thief, and a theif he will remain.” My father didn’t look convinced. “There is something strange about this situation,” he murmured. “What’s strange about it?” I asked. “A royal heirloom appearing in a small pack territory.” he explained quietly, his brows furrowed as if he were in deep thoughts.

“Please see that this is returned to Alpha Nightshade. Inform him that since I am no longer his Luna, it is not appropriate for me to continue to possess it.” The steward nodded, but I did not hand over the item yet, waiting until they looked to me for further instruction. “It is a priceless heirloom that belonged to his mother, and there will be a hefty price to pay if it does not make it back to him safely.” I added a glint of violence to my eyes to ensure the steward would not be motivated to steal and sell the jewelry or turn it over to Owen. By the way they cowered in response, I was sure the message was received. I passed the necklace along and sent them on their way.

Liam questioned and I sighed. “Exactly my point.” I replied. Every member of my family held a disgusted look on their faces. Even Ryker, who had been quiet all through, looked irritated. “Remember we’ve told you you could sell the heirloom. It’s worth a lot and it could help you pay off the debt.” Mom reminded me. Right the heirloom…. I had actually forgotten about it. “What heirloom?” Liam asked in confusion. “We have an ancestral heirloom that’s been passed on from generations to generations. It’s the MoonStone Pack heirloom.”

He bellowed. Exhaling loudly, Ryan followed Jordan outside. He joined Jordan in his car, judging by the look on his face Ryan could tell something was up. Aside the fact that Ryan was the brain behind the theft of heirlooms, Jordan had been the one to bring in more other heirlooms to be stolen and kept. These set of heirlooms aren't to be sold, instead they would make one powerful and almost immortal. "The bosses are angry." Jordan mused Ryan had never gotten to meet the said boss, but he was certain of their existence due to the correct information on the location of the heirlooms they have stolen so far. He had doubted the existence of the shadow bosses before, but Jordan had proven to tha

Tasha said and Jordan paused for a while, his thoughts racing about as he tried to understand what Tasha meant. “The person that stole the Pandora's box was checking it on the werewolf, the plan worked and the werewolf was turned to stone temporarily. “If he was there to see the man retransform, he would go back to the Reliquary to see if Medusa's there too, and if he wasn't there when the man transformed, he would still go back there to steal more things. “Jordan picked up his phone and dialed Wendy’s number to warn her that the thief was coming back there to steal more things but Wendy wasn't taking his calls, he continued trying before she finally picked up.

With trembling fingers, I pulled out the heavy silver necklace hidden beneath my tunic—the only heirloom my mother had left me, an ancient artifact my old pack had laughed at, calling it cheap Omega trash. I held it up to the moonlight. It was an exact match. Every line, every curve, every single sapphire stone was identical. I wasn't an accidental refugee. I was the literal key to the Lycan King's salvation—or his ultimate destruction. Suddenly, a loud rustling broke out in the thick bushes, and stepping out from the swirling fog was a tall, hooded figure holding a twisted wooden staff. A Shaman. Her blind, milky eyes locked directly onto the silver amulet glittering in my hand, and a terri