Elder Maxson の小説・ストーリー

“Current working theories: FBI witness, ex-priest, time traveler.” “Wait—what if all three are true?” “Oh no.” Marcus dropped the hose dramatically. “He’s Father Eli, who testified against a cartel in 1962, and was placed in the future to live out his days working in a BuyMore.” Brenda’s eyes widened. “He’s been shelved like clearance tupperware. That’s why he understands us so well.” They collapsed in laughter again, leaning against the hose display like it was the only thing keeping them upright.

The Elder let an affected trace of surprise appear on his face before exclaiming with emotion, “You’re a good son, Mr. Marshall! I’m very touched. In this case, I’ll help you cure him.” With that, he walked toward Marshall’s father. “Thank you, Elder.” Marshall scrambled to his feet and stuffed a check into the Elder’s hands. The Elder took it, took out a pill from his pocket, and slipped it into Marshall's father's mouth. Just then, Kiran said sharply, “Are you trying to kill another person?”

Zombie asked. “World’s greatest pops.” He hugged the shirt to his chest. Derrick Flemming had lost so much in his life. After losing his family, he built one out of misfits later on. To Evelyn, Chief was the father figure that she needed. Chief pressed a kiss to Evelyn’s forehead. “Thank you.” He choked out. “You’re welcome Pops.” Evelyn said with a smile as she handed the bundle to Chief. Chief looked down at Emery with adoration and an intensity that only a proud grandparent could give.

He talks about his clan’s castle, which is so far north that it hardly sees sunlight, about hunting in the forests during his childhood, and about breaking his leg as a boy—climbing down into Glen Ghealach to discover an old temple dedicated to the Elderwolf. Even though he was frustrated with me that first morning, he doesn’t press too hard about the collar. “You know, some would consider it an honor to wear,” he tells me one morning. "Like who? Isla?" I fold my arms. She practically melted over him when we first got to the castle. I bet she’d love to be his. A slow smile creeps onto Ethan’s face at that. "Yeah. Just like Isla." I frown and tell him to go away.

he asked with irritating calmness. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I strained through my clenched teeth. “Have you even watched that damn footage?!” He worked his jaw. “I can see that you are pissed because Elmer did something behind your back, but I think he only did it in our family's best interest. He wanted to eliminate all the potential gold-diggers.” I stared at him. “Un-fucking-believable.” Then I stepped back and burst into dry laughter. “Are you going to pretend that there was nothing wrong with what you've just heard?!”

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

“Quite the opposite, in fact. I’ve been trying to find her.” “Congratulations,” I muttered. “You found me. Now start explaining before he shoots you.” The man smiled faintly, like my threat amused him. “My name is Dr. Elias Mercer,” he said. “I was part of Project E from the beginning. In fact… I designed it.” The words hit harder than they should’ve. Designed it. Like I was something built, not born. Cole took a step forward, gun still steady. “You’ve got ten seconds to explain why you’re still breathing if you worked for Evans.”

"You shouldn't be doing something like this," Jonas said angrily. "If I wanted to, I could refuse to do what you're asking, because it's against procedure! He could die, or his leg could rot completely and become infected, making it impossible to save." Elmerez looked at Jonas pitifully. "I know this is wrong, Doctor Jonas, but there's nothing I can do. I don't want to lose my son." Jonas snorted. He had heard from Liam that Elmerez was someone who always thought he was superior, liked to belittle others, and was selfish.

Every time Taylor laughed or touched my arm, I knew Damon was watching. And it was driving me insane. Just then, the sound of a microphone tapping silenced the room. An elderly man stepped onto the podium—tall, silver-haired, dressed immaculately, with a dignified woman beside him. Even at his age, he radiated command. The hall immediately fell silent. Beside me, Jayden whispered, “That’s Damon’s uncle. The family Elder. The one who handles most of the pack’s diplomatic affairs.” I nodded slightly. The man radiated both warmth and authority. But something about him made me narrow my eyes thoughtfully. He didn’t look like someone who would harm anyone—but then again, I’d learned long ago that

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.