Abigail Wolf の小説・ストーリー

He was immobilized instantly and couldn't move but let out a roar of rage. The woman, who saw her friend being immobilized, screamed and fell to the ground, scurrying toward the door. However, her effort was futile as Dad had set up a barrier outside the house after the wolf had come in, and no one could get out. I came out from behind the curtain, walked up to the woman, and noticed that her face looked a little familiar. Where had I seen her before... Then it dawned on me - this woman was Abigail, who had tried to harm Ari so many times and had escaped while being transported to the maximum security prison!

After the strange man had gone, I decided to check the name written on the card and I saw Eden Anderson , the CEO of Anderson Inventions , also the Alpha of Redmoon pack and what I had noticed earlier was that he had only one eye and the other was covered by a black patch. It was so strange how so many weird people existed in the world.

Abigail said. "Really?! How?" I couldn't control my excitement. I don't know how Abigail thinks she can do this, but I need to try if she knows a way. "My cousin is an addict, and she drifts in and out of our pack. I know she has to get the wolfsbane from somewhere, and Gemma is a major player in that area." Abigail says, blushing softly. She is a beautiful woman with blonde hair with a beach wave falling shoulder-length. What stands out the most, though, is her stomach rounded with the baby she carries.

"You actually believe your pack is innocent. Do you have any idea what your..." "Alpha Devin!" Abigail stepped in before I could destroy the fragments of any bond I could have formed with Valentine. "That is about enough." My gaze drifted towards Abigail. Realizing she was scowling at me, my irises burned and the beast within me ached for release. Abigail lowered her eyes-a beta wolf wouldn't be able to hold an angry Alpha's powerful gaze for very long. "And who are you to tell me what is enough?" I growled.

Her movement was restricted and this caused her to cry out loud. “Hello?” A familiar voice whispered in the darkness. Abigail froze. Looking around, she still saw nothing and nobody. She tried to communicate with her wolf but got nothing back. It were as if her wolf did not exist inside her anymore. “Who are you? What do you want from me?” Abigail started to cry, she was frightened and thought she was going to die in any second. “Abigail?” The voice in the darkness whispered. “Mia? Is that you?” Abigail gasped.

Camille took a deep breath, her shoulders slumping slightly as if the weight of the world rested upon them. "Back in those woods," she began, staring at me then Neal, "when I connected completely with my wolf, the power that consumed me was intoxicating. Nothing drugs could offer. For a short while, I felt like a god. If that is anything like what runs through Abigail's veins, your struggles do not matter. In fact, I am the closest thing this world could get to getting rid of Abigail." "Getting rid of— Camille, she just wants to meet you to talk," I retorted. "Let's not get any funny ideas."

Paige had already left, but Abigail was still standing where she had been. It felt as if her feet were rooted to the Palace's marble floor. The long gown she wore hung straight down without moving an inch, while inside her, her emotions churned wildly. Paige’s words echoed in Abigail’s ears again. She could remember every sentence, every condescending tone and the thin smile Paige had deliberately forced just to hurt her. Abigail drew a deep breath. Her wolf soul roared in fury, crashing against her inner self. That primitive urge pressed insistently, wanting to break free and claw at Paige in retaliation for every insult she had just received.

I closed the door and gestured for her to take a seat, and I sat down next to her. “What’s on your mind, Stella?” She bit her lip as she weighed her words. Whatever she wanted to ask was either important to her or made her unsure of whether it was appropriate or not to ask. “What was Abigail’s gift?” she asked. “She was able to compel others to do what she wanted. Even Alpha’s command couldn’t be used on them. She was a hybrid, so the magic she had also protected her mind from being commanded as well. Why do you ask?”

Jacob’s POV The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it. I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that. She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

“Well, I’m Abigail. I think we can be friends. We come visit Walt once in every year. He and my papa are friends.” “You mean Beta Sullivan? He..He’s your father?” “Sullivan? No. my father is not even a Beta. His name is Fredrick. He’s the secretary of our pack.” At this point, fear gripped me a little. Did Sullivan give birth to a pup here too? Was this all part of their plan for overtaking Leviathan Park? Was this also why I would often see Alpha Blake? But despite all this, I was determined not to spit a word to Abigail until I had figured the whole truth out.