Élite 4 Novels & Stories

She stared at me, trying to figure me out. “I’ll go a step further—if you let me keep Jezebel, in three full moons I'll take Marianna as my mate. She is a beautiful girl. It would be my honor.” I added, and I meant it. Marianna with her fiery red hair, and freckled face, was very attractive.

Elias had personally modified the car’s onboard AI to serve as a mobile extension of 'The Foundry,' allowing him to perform high-level digital infiltration while moving at over 250 mph. For Dr. Anya Sharma, an Aston Martin Vanquish 'Enigma'. A sleek, British racing green grand tourer, it featured advanced 'active camouflage' paint that could subtly shift hues to blend into urban environments. The interior was equipped with a suite of non-invasive sensors that allowed Anya to monitor the biological signatures of anyone within a twenty-foot radius.

“I think I know which one, although I can’t be sure until I analyse a sample of your blood.” “Well,” I joked weakly, “don’t keep me in suspense.” “Rohypnol.” “Oh. Right.” No wonder my head was throbbing and my mouth tasted like cotton wool. “That’s great. That’s brilliant.” Emila clucked again, shaking her head at the gauge. “Still lower than normal. But,” she added, eyeing me sideways, “you should be fine. You’re an Alpha wolf, not a human.” I jerked. “What about Scarlett?”

I am not letting you destroy my life. I get in the car and I see Elliot and Theo getting into their own cars. I decided to drive my Porsche, I have a 911 Carrera 4 GTS and it is one of the sexiest cars I own. I am bringing myself back slowly. I pull out of the garage and start driving through New York City. This car is almost a shame to be used in a city like this, which has more traffic than my fucking brain.

“The Core isn’t rejecting subjects.” Silence followed. “What?” Victor asked. Elliot’s fingers flew across the screen. Then his eyes widened further. “No way.” Amara stepped closer. “What are you seeing?” Elliot looked up slowly. “The Core doesn’t need Adrian.” Silence fell. Everyone froze. Then Elliot corrected himself. “It needs all four.” The chamber went still. No. No no no. Then the screen changed. Four symbols appeared. Connected together. Like pieces of a puzzle. Like the pendant.

The private elevator doors slid open onto the penthouse floor of the Vale Elite, the hallway dimly lit with soft golden sconces. Elizabeth led the way into the suite, Kahn close behind, followed by the two other models: Gigi, the famous blonde Russian with her signature icy beauty and thick accent, and Sal, the British model whose resting bitch face was legendary, sharp features set in perpetual cool detachment. The living area carried no traces of the glam squad's earlier chaos: scattered brushes, empty champagne flutes,just the faint scent of hairspray.

Helene One of the attendant’s eyes widened with genuine awe as she glanced at the sleek, obsidian-bloodstone red card in my hands. “Oh my goodness… Miss Freya, you’re have THE OBSIDIAN VELVET CARD,” she whispered reverently, as if speaking of a sacred artifact. “This isn’t just any elite card. This is the absolute pinnacle, the rarest and most powerful card in existence. While the Black Elite Card is already reserved for billionaires and opens most doors… the Obsidian Black sits far above it. It’s not even in the same league.”

I lifted my face, full of fury, and looked straight into the eyes of the man I’d defied my father for. “I, Alpha Luca Miller, reject you as my Luna, Victoria Bianchi, for bringing neither power nor heirs to Creston Pack, and I condemn you to serve as a breeding Omega for the benefit of my people.”