All Chapters of My Fallen Werewolf : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The next morning, Alex returned to the O'Connor home to check on Linda. She was not there. He felt a growing unease. The nanny had already gotten Emily ready for school, but she was visibly worried as well."I can't reach her," the nanny said, her voice tinged with concern. "She said she'd be back by morning."Alex reassured her as best he could, "I'll find her. Don't worry." Storming back to the Royal Hotel, Alex's mind was a chaotic blur of fear and urgency. The images from the previous night replayed in his head like a relentless nightmare: Linda's anxious face, the sinister men, his own transformation into a beast. He was consumed by worry for Linda, but equally terrified of what the hotel’s CCTV footage might reveal. If anyone saw what he had become, his life—and possibly the lives of those he cared about—would be in jeopardy. He stepped into the lobby, his eyes scanning the area nervously. Every camera mounted on the walls seemed to be watching him, recording every anxious twit

Emily stayed with Zara for a week while Alex frequented the police station, working closely with Detective Charles to uncover the truth about Linda's death. However, every lead seemed to hit a dead end. The police concluded that she had been mugged and then thrown into the canal. Frustration gnawed at Alex. He realized he needed to come clean with Charles, sensing the detective's genuine dedication and trustworthiness.One afternoon, as they sat in the detective's cluttered office, Alex took a deep breath. "Detective, I need to share some information I've kept hidden. This is strictly confidential."Charles leaned forward, curiosity piqued. "Go on, Alex. I'm listening."It all started with 'Operation Sentinel,'" Alex began, his voice heavy with the weight of the memories. "We were sent as a vanguard in Afghanistan, but it was a trap. My entire team was ambushed. I was the only survivor."Charles's eyes narrowed, absorbing every word. "Go on.""After the ambush, I

The next morning, Alex made his way to the mayor's office, his thoughts still tangled with the events of the previous night and the new responsibilities he now carried. He knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway."Come in," the mayor's voice boomed from inside.Alex entered, greeted by the sight of the mayor sitting behind his large, wooden desk, papers scattered around and a serious expression on his face. The mayor motioned for Alex to take a seat."Good morning, Alex," the mayor began, leaning back in his chair. "Thank you for coming.""Good morning," Alex replied, settling into the chair opposite the mayor.The mayor took a deep breath before speaking again. "I asked you here because Silverwood needs your help. There's a deal on the table from Walton Corporation, and it has the potential to significantly benefit our town. But I need someone I can trust to handle the negotiations and ensure we're not being cheated."Alex raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Why me?""

Nana said, "a young woman is waiting for you outside," she called softly as Alex was laying on the couch. Alex frowned, puzzled. A young woman? Who could it be? He had no friends Nana didn't know, and most people he knew in Silverwood were merely acquaintances.Alex shrugged into a t-shirt and walked out of his room. When he opened the door, he saw Emily standing there, waving at him. He was shocked and surprised. They had planned to meet, but not this early."Good morning, Alex," Emily greeted with a bright smile. "How was your night?"Alex struggled to respond, still trying to process her unexpected arrival. "Good morning," he finally managed, his face reflecting his confusion. "It was... fine. I wasn't expecting you so early."Emily laughed softly. "I couldn't wait. I wanted to get an early start and see the town before it gets too busy. I hope you don't mind."Emily looked at Alex with an eager expression. "Can we go out now? Are you busy or something?"Alex, caught off guard, sta

The hum of the hotel room seemed almost soothing as Emily sat at the desk, in her white bathing robe, sipping a cup of cofee, deep in thought. The list Alex provided lay in front of her, filled with names and details of local breweries in Silverwood. She tapped her pen thoughtfully on the desk, her eyes narrowing on one name in particular: The Johnsons."The Johnsons," she muttered to herself. "Largest brewery, traditional methods, equipment issues."Lauretta entered the room, holding a tablet with more information. She walked with a confident stride, her expression unreadable but always attentive."Ma'am, I've gathered some additional details about the Johnsons," Lauretta said, handing over the tablet. "They’ve been the cornerstone of Silverwood’s beer industry for over a century. However, there’s a lot of resistance to modernizing their equipment."Emily nodded, absorbing the information. "Perfect. We need to understand their operations thoroughly before we approach them. Let’s prep