Found“June, You are betraying me,” Mason said dangerously.“Mason, do you remember what I have told you since you were a child?” Aunt Helga finally spoke.“June can only stay where her needs will be put first, that is why your father has taught you to always take care of June,” she said.“Are you saying I am not?” Mason asked, “This is a betrayal. A hunt is the only way out.”Mason turned cold. He had made his decision.“You should think clearly Mason. Your ancestors gave us this,” Aunt Helga pulled out a scroll made of animal skin.“It is a blood pact. If you restrict us from leaving, we will use it,” Aunt Helga said and Mason chuckled lightly.“Fine. Leave. From this day forward, you are all no more of our clan,” he said and June turned and walked away.The moment they left, he nodded to a shadow guard. He was not going to let this disrespect go.Her heart was completely dead at this point. She could not even muster a tear.Back in June’s home, the man waited for them to return. Hi
To find Bertha“Jim Jones, right?” James asked, “You have an interesting project here. I never thought someone would use art to gain test numbers this way.” James complimented. He was genuinely impressed.“Thank you,” Jim answered, “We are to begin with a gaming company with very little achievements. This technology we created is a hot cake in our hands and we don’t have the ability to test it to our full capacity. But what we know how to do is draw a crowd.”“The artist, Bertha G, are people going to pay attention if she joined the project?” James asked and Michael glanced at him for a second. He knew that James could not hold himself back from asking about Bertha. He knew it was going to come up one way or another.“The beloved character Evelyn in the book Heavenly Fist is an artist. The way her art is described bears a deep resemblance to Bertha G’s art. It comes up a lot within the fandom and the author of the book admitted to me that the art described in her book was inspired by
Meeting James’ eyes settled on Jim’s hand, lightly rested on Bertha’s back as he led her over.“Mr. Grey, This is Bertha Hart, also known as Bertha G,” Jim introduced. The moment he introduced, some of the tech specialists who were her fans gasped.“Mr. Wright, Mr. Grey,” Bertha greeted with a polite smile. Her greeting was a dagger to James’s heart. She had always called him James in a voice so soft and melodious. But now she did not bother to call him by name. Her address was so distant, a sense of depression descended on him.“Bertha,” he answered. Bertha fought the urge to raise her brow. Why was he behaving this way? She used to think he had died when he disappeared long ago. But she soon found that he was alive. Her son-in-law, Matthew had told her that someone was looking for her, so she guessed it was him. It was already over twenty years, why was he behaving this way?“Oh? Do Bertha and Mr. Grey know each other?” Jim asked with a slight look of wonder, clearly interested.“
AttackedBertha was afraid that she would be deceived and return only to be abandoned again. As much as her love for him had grown cold, it seems she was still somewhat happy to see him. Bertha had congratulated herself for not letting anything show while he was around. Now she was barely holding it in.Bertha wondered what he was doing here? He leaned on the wall, staring at her. Even a person with half a brain will be able to tell that he was waiting for her. She noticed the person beside him, the friend he had arrived with, and decided to pretend he was not here for her and walked away. But just when she was about to walk past him, he stepped forward to block her path.“Bertha,” he said.“Mr. Grey,” she answered, “I thought you had left. Is something the matter? Are you waiting for someone?” she asked.“I am waiting for you,” he answered. Bertha was quite taken aback by his soft voice. She had never heard him talk to her this way before.“Is something the matter?” she recovered an
Fighting For Her LifeWhen the car finally ground to a crumpled halt upside down in the narrow ditch, Emerald found herself hanging suspended by her seatbelt, weightless but pinned in place.Sharp pains lanced through her body and there was a metallic tang of blood in her mouth as she coughed and gasped, struggling to breathe.“Saint! Saint!” She called the driver.“Are you okay, Ma’am?” She heard him answer. At this time, she was glad that her driver was a werewolf. But before he could tear himself out of the car to help her, a large metal tore through the window and impaled him. Emerald let out a scream at this.She was not stupid. It came out of nowhere. Someone must have thrown it. Fear settled in her heart, but adrenaline coursed through her veins.She had to get out.With trembling fingers, she fumbled for the seat belt release, finally tumbling heavily to the ground in a heap. Her head swam dizzily, but her body was moving on autopilot.She crawled out from the window onto
InterrogationThose who saw this scene quickly understood. This must be Matthew Reeves’ mate, someone actually attacked her. It was sure a storm was coming. But for now, the doctors concentrated on his patient. If she lost her life in his hands, Matthew would end him there. He began rapidly assessing Emerald’s injuries and barking orders to his team.In a flurry of motion, they whisked Emerald away toward one of the operating rooms, leaving Matthew alone in the waiting room. He barely registered his surroundings, his entire focus consumed by the need to remain near his mate.“Matthew, how is she?” His mother’s frantic voice came rushing in, cutting through his daze. Nyx rushed toward him, her face pale with worry. His grandmother Amanda was also there, the pair of them looking utterly distraught.“They’ve taken her into surgery,” he said woodenly, finally meeting his mother’s eyes.Both women gasped in horror, exchanging stricken looks. They knew exactly what an injured mate mean
Torture“What’s going on? Why were you so desperate to get ahold of Em?” Emily asked. She was worried, did something happen?“It’s about my contract,” Bertha explained, her words tumbling over each other rapidly. “I had a meeting with the game company yesterday and…!”Emily felt a wave of joy. “Bertha, that’s great news! I’m so happy to hear that.”“Yes, of course I’m absolutely overjoyed about that part,” Bertha insisted. “But that’s not the issue here! I had a meeting with a friend, so Emerald said she would pick me up later. She never did.”“Have you called?…” Emily askedBertha continued breathlessly. “But she never showed up, Emily! Not a single word from her all night.”“Have you tried calling her cell? Maybe she just fell asleep or something,” Emily suggested, trying to look for a reasonable explanation.“Of course I’ve called her phone dozens of times!” Bertha’s voice rose in pitch. “It keeps going straight to voicemail every single time. I am in my home, I don’t know where sh
A plotAmanda looked at the wounded werewolf with cold eyes.“My granddaughter-in-law was hard to come by. Men in my family have a hard date with women. That boy finally brought a woman home and you tried to kill her. If you don’t tell me who put you up to this, we will be here all night,” Amanda said.And it was a long night indeed. But Amanda got what she wanted. She looked at the half dead werewolf on the floor and started cleaning her hands.When she was done, Amanda turned on her heel and strode out of the room, her footsteps echoing down the empty corridor. Once outside, she retrieved her phone from her pocket and dialed her son’s number. Nicholas answered after a few rings, his voice tense with anticipation.“Mom? What did you find out?” he asked eagerly.Amanda hesitated for a moment, the weight of her words settling heavily on her tongue. “It was April,” she finally replied, her tone cold and detached.There was a moment of stunned silence on the other end of the line. “April