Novel & Cerita Zac Hanson

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

Her voice is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard it takes my breath away for a moment but then I manage to respond. “Good, I’m glad you okay.” I need to remember my manners with this one, she is such a beauty, and I am having a hard time keeping my mind straight, she flusters me and that has never happened before, I have never had a problem with my words, but this one…. she makes me forget everything. I reach my hand out to shake hers and I introduce myself. “I am Alpha Jaxson Thomas of the Red Crest Pack.” She puts her hand in mine and says, “I am Alexandria Wilson, of the Blue Moon Pack.”

I snapped my head to him, his eyes were in mixture of confusion and horror as he stared at the both of us. “It is her. Calista Caitlynn, born and came from an omega family, a wolfless she-wolf, lowest of the low, a servant and a whore… is my mate. And I’m in between accepting and rejecting her.” I held her hand tightly. “If I accept her, the realm will be divided. And the possibility of war and rebellion might start—an event that I was avoiding from happening for years.” “You should see the last living seer, your grace, to ask for guidance.”

Alexandro followed it immediately, heading straight to the coast. He stood at the edge of the roaring sea, the wind lashing against his skin as the waves crashed at his feet. Somewhere across the vast ocean was Serena. He could feel it. Her scent still lingered in his senses. His bond to her was unbroken, but weakened, dulled by distance and silver. He looked up at the moon—full and bright, a symbol of strength and clarity. Dropping to his knees in the sand, he tilted his head back and let out a deep, guttural howl. “Moon goddess,” he whispered, “please… guide me.”

A few minutes past before he replied back. "I don't know why you want us to wait, but we will wait to hear from you, just know that we don't have a lot of time before they know we are here" Axel responded back to us. I looked to Mark with a questioning gaze and he looked at the guard and the pretty bird before looking back at me. "Oh I see he wants to see what's going to happen with my future wife and the guard" I thought to myself smirking at Mark and then paying attention on them again. When the guard looked back up at her he had a determined look on his face, this can't be good. Frowning at the fucker I looked over at her and saw her smiling at him with a evil look in her eye making me ev

She paused and resumed her pacing which she had stopped when she had been speaking. Alex was very shocked. So shocked that it was a wonder that he managed to conceal his gasp of surprise. He stopped it at the last moment because he didn't want her to know he was here. He still wanted to hear more before he would reveal himself but now he knew more than enough to come to a solid conclusion. He knew that his mate, Jasmine, was the unknown serial killer who had been killing people from their pack for a while now. His own mate, his goddess-given mate was a serial killer and he was just finding it out from her own mouth. Never had he expected to hear something like that when he had followed Jasmi

He shouted angrily, “Do you know who I am? Let me go! Or I will….” Hazel waved her hand, and Crystal let go of him. Hanson had never been so humiliated, he was infuriated and started to rush toward Hazel. His assistant saw what he was going to do, he knocked him to the ground, “Mr. Bryant, you need to calm down.” “What is wrong with you?! Do you want to be fired?” Hanson asked his assistant as he got up, brushing off his suit. “You may want to listen to him,” Hazel cocked her eyebrows and looked at Hanson. “I am assuming you don’t know who I am. So, let me tell you…I am the shallow, ugly Hazel Crowe who is brainless, has no looks, and no sense of business.”

Ace started, cocking a brow at Zach like he was mentally measuring bicep circumference and background-check credentials all at once, “besides the hero routine and the towel-folding, what’s your story, man?” Zach’s mouth quirked in mild amusement, completely unbothered. “Zach Dayton. Firehouse Nine. Just trying to help.” “That’s convenient,” Ace mused, crossing his arms again. “Good Samaritan with abs shows up, sticks around, impresses the cat…” “Spitfire bit you,” I reminded him, folding my arms tighter, cheeks heating. Ace shrugged, totally unfazed by the warning nip from my hormonal, overprotective cat. “She was testing boundaries. Happens to the best of us.”

I offered to help him as well but he refused. I stepped out of the car and made my way to the cabin. I knocked on his door. "Who is it?" he asked. "It's Alpha Ace. I need your help" The door swung open, revealing the darkness of Hanson's home. The flickering light of a lone candle cast long shadows on the walls. I stepped in. Hanson sat hunched over a table cluttered with unfamiliar artifacts. His wrinkled face was illuminated by the soft glow of the candlelight. "Ace," Hanson said, without looking at me. "What brings you here by this time of the night?"

“Yes, and just like I suspected, it was made up. Her real name is Ashley Grayson, she once lived in New York until the very day she left for Texas. And this day happened to be a day before she was credited by Mr Elsher, your father.” He stopped explaining and I raised my head to look at him because as he spoke, I followed what was in the envelope. “Why did you stop?” I furrowed my brows. “Because the next discovery isn’t easy to say, Alpha Kilhan.” He answered, and I kept my eyes glued to his face. “Go on. Say it. What the hell is it?” I could feel Khan, my wolf beginning to grow impatient. He gulped hard and nodded as he proceeded to talk.