Who Did Alastor Make A Deal With นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Hate me. Fight me. But don’t ever think you can leave me.” She turned sharply, her blue eyes blazing. “What do you even want from me, Theo? You killed my father, you ruined my life. You have my body—what else is left?” I smiled, slow and dangerous. “Your soul, carino.” Her breath hitched. “That’s the thing about deals with the devil,” I continued, watching as her fingers twitched at her sides. “They don’t end when you want them to.” Her lips parted, but no words came out.

I guessed…his plans were so horrible that even he felt bad for me. Alpha Alaric rose to his terrifying height and slowly covered the distance between us. “ I have a duty I must fulfill, and if it takes dragging you out there and draining your blood myself, I will do it. Because I must. Then, isn’t it better if you cooperate, Princess? That way…I can promise you better treatment and even a place in my Pack. ”

“So why are you here?” Lucian looked exhausted. Not physically. Spiritually. Like a man being crushed slowly beneath invisible weight. Then he said the words that made my stomach turn cold. “They know you’re fighting back now.” I stared at him carefully. “Who?” He hesitated. That hesitation answered enough already. “The people behind the curse,” he muttered quietly. “The ones who made the pact possible.” A chill crawled down my spine. “You said you wouldn’t continue the deal.” “I won’t.” “Then why do you look terrified?”

"Really?! I’ve always wanted to go to Europe! Are we seeing castles? Eating bratwurst?" "No, dumbass. We’re going to meet someone." She blinked. "Who?" "Faust." "Who’s that?" I sighed, dragging a clawed hand down my face. "The man who sold his soul for knowledge. One of the greatest human sorcerers to ever live. A Contractor so powerful Hell hasn’t reclaimed him yet." "Oh. Cool. So he’s like a wizard celebrity?" "Sure. Let’s go with that." She looked confused. Worried. So I continued.

First, you raped me, and now…now…" She burst into tears. She had been too foolish! She had fallen into the trap set by this wizard! How did she not realize it? That this man was after something else? How could she have trusted him so blindly? Astro was unmoved but instead puffed out his smoke and poured a drink for himself. He watched her bawl out her eyes and it looked pleasurable to him. Seeing people cry, especially from the Red Moon Pack was something that he now found pleasure in. "You do not need to cry. Even if you were not chased out like this, a time is coming when you would still be chased out anyway. You are not their biological daughter in the first place so your position in that

People began to murmur in the crowd. The werewolf priest repeated himself, but I didn’t say a word. Kai reached for my hand. I turned to him. “Baby, are you okay?” Beside him was that bodyguard who had shown me the video of Alena and Eugene earlier. I swallowed. I turned to him, and suddenly people began to scream. I jerked my head around and gasped. “Max,” I whispered Alena’s distant cousin. He was the Alpha of the root pack. They were rivals to our pack. Sworn enemies.

If I were to receive a free wolf for every time I cursed that certain grumpy ingrate, my pack would undoubtedly be the most powerful in the land. "Imani, you should get a hold of yourself. Take your mind off him; he might not even remember you a few days from now," Greta said soothingly as she moved to my side and handed me a concoction. Yes, I had fallen on my way back from wherever I had been wandering in my angry thoughts. Greta was a very close friend of mine, practically a sister. We were seated in the throne room—well, I wouldn't exactly call it a throne room, but it was the place where I was ordained as the Alpha's successor, so it felt like one.

“Do you know who I am?” Of course, Axel knew him from the moment he’d first stepped into his bakery, he’d never forget a face—more or less the same one that pounded him mercilessly five years ago. They’d never exchanged names but Axel found out he was the leader of a pack of mafia wolves, not only had he slept with an Alpha he’d slept with a Mafia boss. But Axel didn’t share any of that. He kept his expression blank and said simply, “You’re in the headlines often enough. Levi Moretti, right?”

"This feels like they are ghosts. This was a perfect plan, so perfect that there is no way that someone from the outside who does not live in this pack house would have been able to carry it out. Someone knew the layout. Someone knew the schedule of the guards. Someone knew exactly when to move." John nodded slowly, his eyes still sweeping the room even though there was clearly nothing left to find. "Alpha, the agreement with Alpha Harper did not go through. This deal with the rogue Alpha was supposed to put us back at the edge and give us everything other packs cannot have, which is why I had chosen this spot for him to be kept where no one could find him. Yet he is gone. Somehow, someone m

Striker scoffed, but still burned the ground the dead walked on. Abandoning the thought of keeping my identity hidden, I appeared in front of the dead one by one and knocked them down. Their bones scattered, and Striker burned them away. This felt like a horrible thing to do but I didn’t think we had any other way to stop this unless we found the root of evil—Aleister Anasazi—the puppet master. “ I didn’t want you to feel like I made a sacrifice for you when I made the deal with Levian. ” I breathed hard as I continued to move.