Under The Oaktree Novels & Stories

providing the male Alpha guidance they desperately needed to understand their unique nature. Oscar dropped the logs onto the ground and walked over to the fallen oak, whistling softly as he inspected the shattered wood. "An eighty-year-old oak tree," Oscar said, shaking his head with a mixture of awe and concern. "Amora, your son just snapped a mature hardwood tree with a raw, unrefined pup-strike. When I was four years old, the most I could do was scratch the paint off my father’s truck."

The bracket was redirected — she could see that even in the dark, even in the storm, the downspout angled away from the foundation the way he had described — so he had finished, he had done what he came to do, which meant he should have been inside already, which meant — Where is he. She turned. And then she heard it. Not over the storm. Under it. The kind of sound that bypassed the ears and went straight to the spine — a deep structural crack that she felt in the soles of her feet and the base of her skull simultaneously, the sound of something enormous making an irreversible decision. She turned toward the forest edge. She saw the oak move. Eighty feet of tree and the root ball had let go

A soft, respectful smile touched Marcus’s lips. "I understand, boss," Marcus said with a firm nod. "I will handle the board members. I have already ordered the smooth pine wood, the brass screws, and the child safety netting you requested. The delivery truck just pulled up to the rear gates." "Good work, Marcus," Lucas said, clapping his friend warmly on the shoulder before stepping out into the bright morning sunlight. At the far edge of the estate lawns stood a massive, ancient oak tree. Its huge, thick branches spread out wide like strong arms, covered in rich green and golden autumn leaves. Beneath the tree, the grass was soft and shaded from the direct sun.

Then he crouched and unwrapped the larger one. The painting was larger than I had expected. Two feet by three, oil on canvas, the tree in three-quarter view against a particular quality of afternoon sky — the kind of sky that was specific to the San Gabriel Valley, clear and high and pale at the horizon. The tree itself was a California oak, old, its crown spreading in the way of something that had decided long ago to take the space it needed.

With a gesture from Dad, I slipped behind the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, my heart pounding in sync with the unseen pulse of the night. As Dad moved stealthily through the underbrush, the air grew taut with anticipation. He emerged into a moonlit clearing, and there, amidst the haunting beauty of the woods, he confronted the unexpected source of disturbance—his best friend, Damian, the Beta of the pack. As soon as he saw that it was Damian, he breathed out a breath of fresh air. "Damian, it's you... What brought you here?" Dad inquired, the frosty breath of his words visible in the cold air. "Tonight is the Alpha's hunting day. You, of all people, know the rules. What's the meaning of

Its sprawling branches offered ample shade and a natural, enchanting setting for the couple's union. He called out to his loyal men, a group of trusted friends and staff members, instructing them with a warm and confident voice, "Let's set up the canopy right here, under the oak tree. Make sure it's beautifully adorned with flowers and drapes, creating a magical atmosphere for Elena and me." The men, all too eager to contribute to this special day, swiftly got to work, transforming the area under the oak tree into a fairytale-like wedding setting. They adorned the canopy with cascading flowers of various hues, adding an ethereal touch to the surroundings.

⇜ ♡♡♡ ⇝ DARVIN. I leaned my body against the tree as I lit my cigarette. My eyes roamed around the forest grounds. Felix, Katya, Nicole, Zahra, and Leandro went inside the pack house to have their own group while the rest settled on the big bonfire inside the forest just south of the pack house. Everyone was seated around a bonfire that the Beta lit up and was enjoying alcoholic drinks except for Sofia and Luna Nadia. My heart clenched at the sight of my sisters.

I am the same old me". Linking her arm in mine, we walked down the hallway. Then, finally, it was time for the ritual. The air was cool in Briarwood as we made our way to the sacred Oak Tree. Millions of stars were sprinkled over the black velvet sky, some large but most tiny pinpricks. The moon loomed largely, full and yellow, glowing, lighting the way for the wolves who gathered beneath it—their howls echoing through the night.

I held the fang, my finger tracing the runes carved into it. It was heavy as it carried a lot of history, promises… And now, a deceptive eternity. "Your Highness." A charming voice greeted Daniel respectfully, and we turned to find an Omega standing under the shade of the doorway, holding a map. "Here are the charts of the Rogue movements near the northern border. The generals are already waiting in the antechamber." If I recalled correctly, the Omega's name was Anna—Lulu had told me about her. Daniel frowned ever so slightly, but that reaction was gone in a flash.

Hamilton has truly gone too far. Unfortunately, Kai can only complain deep down. In fact, people like them are just ants in front of a billionaire president like Mr. Albrey Hamilton. Oakley steps out of the bathroom, applied skincare, put on the clothes arranged by Kai, and sipped warm water. Oakley tore off the fever patch and stuck it to his head before striding out of the mansion with a hesitant Kai tagging behind him. Instantly, Kai opens the passenger seat for Oakley. Oakley directly enters the passenger section and picks up his script to read