Wendell The Thief Of Always Novels & Stories

"And who are you to stand in the path of a Great Alpha?" Despite the biting words, Noemi kept her frantic smile. Klein had been clear: this guest was the key to their underworld treaties. They couldn't afford to let Ewing's faction win his favor. Noemi, fearing the Alpha’s aura, stepped aside. Lenny leaned in, whispering to Hudson, "Sir, since when do we track the business of thieves?" Hudson’s voice was a frost that killed the summer. "Enough." Lenny fell silent. As they drew closer, the scout caught sight of the "thief" sprawled in the dirt. His eyes widened. "This... is this not the Mistress Avery? I heard she was of the Nixon blood. How can she be a thief?"

he said quietly. Aella obeyed instinctively, stepping closer to the Alpha, sensing the danger he perceived even before it became visible. The Wanderer tilted his head, eyes glinting. “Protective, are we?” Thalen’s golden eyes flared, the faint glimmer of wolfish authority radiating outward. “If you have something to say, speak it,” he demanded. The Wanderer’s hand dipped into his cloak, producing a sealed envelope stamped with crimson wax. “For the girl,” he said, placing it carefully on the ground.

“I haven’t any idea…” Bast told the Weldons. He twisted to look at Alazareth. “Wasn’t me.” His twin shook his head. Denying that he’d delivered goods to the elderly couple. Alazareth looked equally as surprised as Sebastian did. “I wouldn’t have come all the way out here if I’d known.” That’s true. “They brought many of us supplies…” Mr. Weldon murmured, drawing Bast’s attention. “All through the country. We thought it was you…”

Responding to her distress, they swiftly arrived on the scene, driven by an unyielding loyalty to protect the innocence of the young. With ruthless efficiency, the werewolves apprehended Thorne, subduing his attempts to escape. Bound by their unyielding grip, he found himself at their mercy, confined within a cell that now held his dreams of reuniting Zelda and the baby. It was a cruel irony, to be ensnared by those who sought to protect the very child he sought to rescue.

“No, DAD, her mate is Alpha Jameson.” Rebels break from the shadows and Waylon launches for Spencer, revealing the side he has been on all along- Ours. I reach out at Alden, grabbing hold of his shirt and slamming my fist into his face. He recovers quickly and I’m ripped away from him by two warriors as Alden slips from my reach and moves back toward the packhouse. Wren grunts behind me, and I’m brought back to my primary objection. Protect her, no matter what.

I repeated. "Some of the stolen relics were recovered and the brokers we recovered them from said they had gotten them from Theron." He mentioned, now lacking faith in his own words. "Did they mention his name specifically?" I frowned. "No, but they offered a description that matched his." He murmured in response. "Do they provide time, date, and photographs or anything?" Melissa chirped in. "No, but I got to discover that Theron Wilson had a rather troubling past." Zedan shook his head.

But my luck ends in the corridor leading to the west wing. “Where do you think you’re going, ‘Golden Prince’?” A rough voice stops me. Three Alphas stand there. In the center, a large student with claw scars across his neck glares at me. Reeve once told me who he was. His name is Welden, another second-year. One of the Alphas who feels threatened by Reeve’s presence, the so-called elite rival. And those claw marks on Welden’s neck are my twin brother’s work. “Move,” I say flatly, lowering my voice to the deepest bass I can manage.

As I strained to hear what they were doing, I almost shrieked when I saw an eye peeking at me through a small crack next to the stall door. There was more whispering before the stall door was kicked in. It flew against the side of the stall, missing my knees by less than an inch. “Come out of there, imposter,” the redhead demanded. “Or are you a coward too?” I shook my head and tried to close the stall door. “Pah …please lah …leave me alone.” “Nah …no way,” the redhead declared. I suddenly remembered her name was Wendy. “We don’t put up with losers like you who steal other people’s lives. I bet you're not even an Alpha.”

Cole looked at him skeptically. "I'm not talking nonsense. Although the York family's elite are gone, I have a connection with the God of Gambling here. Maybe he can help!" Wendell said with irritation. This was the only solution he could think of at the moment.

Jack chuckled softly. "We're here," he announced when we finally reached the inn. "I'll leave you two here, I'll go ahead to get back your things Alicia." "It's okay, Jack. You don't have to go back, it's too far," the kid pouted. "I'll just tell Mama that Leandro stole the basket because he want my mangoes." Jack crouched a bit to level his eyes with Alicia. "Are you sure?" He smirked teasingly. The little girl huffed dramatically while crossing her little arms. I couldn't help but laugh as I watched them.