Vegas Pete Novel English Translation Novels & Stories

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Pete flew back to Philadelphia. He couldn't find Jenna without help—or at least, he couldn't save her without help. Professor Sather promised to keep his truck in a barn, so no one would see it. Pete could retrieve it later. Jenna was his focus. Even if he didn't stay with her, he wanted her safe. That was his mission. Landing on the roof of Trent's building, Pete transformed back into a human and pulled on some clothing. No one could have seen him in the darkness, but he glanced around anyway before heading to the floor where Foley Security was located.

Vanessa A low growl emanates from his chest as Diego's jaw tightens in restrained frustration, his piercing gaze intensifying. "Enough! Time to put that filthy mouth of yours to better use," he declares, his voice low and commanding. He utters something in Spanish to Abuela, who remains in the kitchen. A few minutes later, she returns, carrying what appears to be a dog bowl filled with steak bites, mashed potatoes, and corn. Diego takes a seat, and she places the bowl beside his chair on the floor. Her expression remains stoic as she responds in their native language before quietly exiting the room.

Before I could stop myself, I grabbed the tray Pete was carrying and dropped it on the floor—snacks and food scattering everywhere—before jumping on him. Pete was very lean, dangerously so, and his face was gaunt. His time at the borders had clearly taken its toll. But he was alive and was back. "Pete!" I exclaimed, holding him tight. "You are back! When did you return? How are you? What happened?" "Easy, easy," Pete said, laughing despite his exhaustion. "Let me catch my breath, Sebastian." We settled down on the floor, sitting amongst the scattered snacks, and he began telling me about his transfer.

Behind us, the three Spanish elders—Mateo, Elena, and Diego—sat in a stoic triangle, their low Spanish murmurs a steady hum beneath the roar of the engines. "Ready?" Braham asked. He reached across the aisle, his hand squeezing mine. His touch was grounding, a reminder that while I was a wolf now, I was still his. "No," I admitted, looking at the grey February sky. "But that's never stopped us before. I left this city as a girl who didn't know if she was broken. I’m coming back with a grandfather and a wolf. That has to count for something." The transition through the private terminal was a blur of efficiency. Braham had pulled every favor in the book to expedite the visas for Vicente and th

He'd barely mentioned his family at all, not even Cristian who clearly lived and worked with him. But I didn't ask, because now wasn't the right time. "Ah, Mr. Devine, welcome. And who is this lovely creature?" A silver-haired man came over to us. "Sophia Winters, my companion for the evening." "Mrs. Winters? The late David Winters' widow. How interesting. I'm Vincent Marchetti. Welcome to my home." The man’s narrowed eyes were filled with interest. He took my hand and kissed it, and I forced myself to smile. "Thank you for having me."

One of the dark guards walked in and took Angus who was restrained with chains into Pete’s room following Ben’s instructions and left the room. Pete looked at Angus in surprise for a minute before returning to an indifferent expression “Looks like Big Bro is right. You really are a fool!” “Big Bro??” Angus’s voice was raised by a few decibels “Do you really think he’s your big bro??” “Why are you here?” Pete ignored his question and retorted. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? Aren’t you supposed to be in U country?” Angus sneered. “U country?” Pete asked in shock “Where am I?” He hadn’t realized that he was not in the country anymore.

What game was he playing with this question? "Eleven. Excellent," Pete acknowledged with a solemn nod, a flicker of reminiscence dancing in his eyes. "I recall you then—a waif-like thief with sparks in your gaze. You hadn't realized your full potential, but I glimpsed it. I sensed your capacity for greatness, so I took you under my wing. I nourished you, bestowed upon you wealth, bestowed upon you purpose."

I asked again, but a book perfectly landed on my face this time. "Ow!" I complained as I took the book from my face and saw a glaring nerd staring at me. "P*rvert!" the nerd accused me and rolled her eyes at me. Then, she moved away from me as if I were a bacteria she must not touch. "I told you, don't be confused," Red whispered to me and jokingly pushed me towards the apartment door. "Alright. You already gave the letter to go home now," Red said while pushing me. "No! No! I don't want to!!!" I whined, acting like a child.

About Stark. Terror floods through me, cold and paralyzing. "Pete, I can explain—" "You went to see him." Pete's expression doesn't change, still wearing that gentle mask. "Your vampire. One last goodbye before you bind yourself to me." I open my mouth, but no words come. What can I possibly say? "It's alright." Pete releases my face, his hands sliding down to my shoulders. "I understand. First loves are hard to let go of. The heart doesn't always obey the mind's commands."