Astrid Peth Novels & Stories

Her last scream becomes a majestic howl. 'Astrid!' She tries to stand on all fours and struggles with her balance. 'Whoa!' Seth and Leon say, amazed. 'She's a pure white wolf!' Seth adds. Unsteady on her feet. I help her balance. 'Steady now, nice and slowly. I have you.' She is beautiful: the most beautiful wolf I have ever seen. She is so large, similar to me in size. 'Pure white wolves are only from—' 'Moonstone Crest. Astrid is the last of her pack. Her mother, Alyssa, was a future Luna, and her father was Alpha Axton,' she explains.

Hera stated in a loud voice. Astrid's pupils rolled. "Geez! Hera, you are like those husbands of us, always overacting. Of course my daughter has a boyfriend—" "—see!" Astrid shushed, Hera. "Alright! Calm down. My Winter has a boyfriend like a friend, an opposite gender friend not in a romantic way of boyfriend," Astrid paused for a moment to show her arms her hair rose up. "See this?" She asked, Hera. "I'm having goosebumps just thinking that my five-year-old daughter has a romantic boyfriend."

"Astrid is a descendant of the Keepers." Stefan shook his head. "Not just a descendant. She is the Keeper—the last of their kind." The words sent a chill through the room. "But that’s impossible," Andrea muttered. She turned to Kaiden. "You said she’s wolf-less." "She is," Kaiden confirmed. "She’s never shifted. But she can feel the mate bond." Stefan frowned. "Shifters who haven’t found their wolves can’t feel the mate bond. Or use the mind link."

I inquired, feigning indifference as if he hadn't shared anything noteworthy yet. "Tandy Astrid owns a brothel in Hayland. She oversees the trafficking and has a direct link to the main figure. If you apprehend her, you might uncover the core of the trafficking operation, and perhaps the Prince can locate his ex-girlfriend in the process. I've heard the girl is missing, but someone might have information on her whereabouts," he divulged, and I scowled at him. This marked the first instance he had mentioned something of significance since he began confessing.

Astrid’s POV My heart is racing, crawling up my throat like a rejected meal, making me feel like I’m going to collapse on the street. I look at my watch again, seeing that it’s fifteen minutes before eight, which is the time of my first class for the day. And yet here I am still, power-walking to Delta Kappa, the fraternity house where my boyfriend stays at. “Hey, Astrid!” one of the frat boys from Delta Kappa greets me as he sees me running up the porch. I forgot his name completely, but I remember him to be one of the friendly ones. “Cade’s still inside.”

KAVEH The engine hummed steadily beneath us as I gripped the steering wheel tighter because even though she had easily agreed, a part of me was still wound and restless. Astrid sat in the passenger seat in a dress that was twice her size, the only thing I could get on short notice. I made a mental note to stock her wardrobe and filed the thought away. Right now, all my attention was on her. Her body was rigid, gaze fixed on the passing city lights as evening fell. I could see the way she fought back tears—jaw clenched, eyes glistening but refusing to spill.

Venus's voice called from the entrance of the room. “Oh, Venus?” she replied, gesturing for her to come in as she booted up her laptop. “Aren’t you sleeping?” Venus asked, standing not far behind her. Astrid shook her head while typing her password on the laptop in front of her. She perched on the corner of the table and continued with her work. “I need to find any background information on Athena Wrenth,” Astrid said, trying to open every file she had previously handled. “Do you know anything about her family history?”

Astrid said and dashed out of the room as if her butt was on fire. Derek stared at the door and then looked back at his mother with confusion. “ Is she alright ” he asked. “ She was crying for her own mate ” ★ ★ ★ Astrid traced the scent of her mate, she knew her sense of smell wasn't decieving her. She could smell him, he was close by. She walked with hurried steps along the hallway not caring about the maids who greeted her. “ My princess are you alright ” one the servants asked but received no reply.

The ‘princess’ of the Denver pack, give me a fucking break. “You’ve gotta meet the guys,” Theo says, and for the first time, Astrid looks past the girls to where Reid, Jax, Gray, and I are standing. As Theo leads her over, I watch her chocolate brown eyes briefly slide between the four of us. Her gaze catches on mine for a moment and I quickly avert my eyes, looking down at the little black ankle boots on Astrid’s feet. Her feet are fucking tiny, and wait a second, are those heels? There’s no way she’s even shorter than she looks…

"Anger based on calculated reason is more dangerous than anger based on blind hate." "Astrid." The name came out of Emilia's mouth as she gazed at the woman at the other side of the door. She was wearing a red pantsuit, suited for a woman of her figure. It suits her perfectly, with white high heels on her feet and the same color of pouch in her hand. "Emilia, hello." Astrid greeted back as she shifted her feet by the porch.