Mr Arrogent 소설 & 이야기

Step by step, heart hammering, mind screaming, hoping, praying for something, anything, to remind me that I’m still more than pain. “Alaric, chill down,” a calm, commanding voice cut through the chaos, and I blinked hard, my brain struggling to process the scene in front of me. A man had appeared, tall, lean, impossibly composed even with the utter insanity happening around him. And I just… stared. Because, really… did no one in this pack own clothes? Not a single shirt, not a hint of modesty, and here I was, squinting at what could easily qualify as the Mount Olympus of male bodies. My cheeks burned hotter than the fire I had left smoldering outside my tent. And why, for the love of all san

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

I could disturb Nanay Emily, Tatay Berto and the other maids if I do it, so I just balled my fists hard and pulled my hair out of frustration. ............................................... I was about to knock on his door when it suddenly opened and the face of my handsome but arrogant husband appeared in from of me. I gulped as I couldn't help gazing at his well-toned chest. He was now wearing a white shirt that fitted perfectly to his broad shoulders and muscled stomach. And a gray cotton pants that hug his hips and---ohhh. "You're drooling, sweetheart." "Huh! What?" My eyes widened when I looked at him and found him having a mischievous smile on his lips.

I added to my words, glaring at him dangerously. "Look, Alyssa, let's not blow this out of proportion," he retorted, his tone laced with arrogance. “I am a grown man, and I can do what I want. If you can't handle that, maybe you're the one who needs to reevaluate things,” I gawked at him in utter disbelief. “You have no shame, for you to be this arrogant in front of me. You think you can just disrespect me and our marriage and brush it off like it's nothing?” My eyes flashed anger, my fists clenched beside me.

For all I know, this man has all kinds of cards up his sleeve. alas, His eyes were very much perceptive, and noticed my expression, “You don't look scared. Do you think Ravager will come and save you? But does he care for you? We know how aggressive and cruel that lone wolf is.” He is not wrong at that. And all I could do was stay quiet. “Can we bet on it then? If he comes, that means he cares. But I am 100 sure he wouldn’t. He wouldn't risk his plans just for some random pitiful she wolfs to save.”

“Say hello to my shitty friends” Six masked men stood at the door, their menacing presence causing the room to fall silent. Brixlee's heart raced as her eyes widened in shock. Beside her, Nathan's expression hardened, his protective instincts kicking in. Among the masked men, a figure stood out — Ronnie Anne, a friend who had suddenly turned to a foe. The air grew thick with tension as she locked eyes with Brixlee, her gaze cold and unyielding.

My train of thoughts was interrupted as a black car, no doubt worth’s more than my six-month salary, parked in front of the entrance, a man no doubt a CEO, judging from the tailored suit, highlighted the vehicle. His stance screamed power, the suit doing nothing to hide his defined stature. His car drove away as he took defined steps to the entrance where I was failing to hide my stare. My heart raced as he approached, looking straight ahead. With his sharp jaw, plump lips and electric blue eyes, he was undeniably handsome and with the waves of arrogance washing off him, he seemed to know it. A scowl appeared on his devilishly handsome face as he approached the party. I prepared to greet him

Amarog shouted, almost apoplectic. "Father, you can't let him leave...we need him. What about Maugrim? how do we conquer him?" Arrax said, standing up to block the entrance of the hall. "We will make do without him, Arrax...he thinks he is indispensable, well, he is not!" Amarog replied, grinding his teeth in vexation.

"I wouldn't complete that sentence if I were you. Just a little complain got you fired. Now, now, we wouldn't wanna find out what would happen if I ask him to do something else, now would we?" She whispered and glaring increased. "Are you by any means threatening me? I am a Morte, remember that!" "How fitting! Because I declined becoming 'a Morte', as you put it. So, do tell me, who do you think has more power over here the one who is a Morte or the one who refused to become one? Especially in this very room, with the very guy who wanted to make me a Morte." I smirked backing up and standing straight. "Now, I think you would like to leave. No, Ms Morte?"

Claimed by The Arrogant Alpha . Chapter 82: a run in . Yves huffed, pleased with his response. “What about Maverick Leonard?” “There are a few new recruits with a background that’s too clean,” Cartier said. “I let them be for the time being because if we acted that would alert our enemy.” Soon they were entering the hotel, nodding their heads and acknowledging the greetings from the staff and familiar faces. The ballroom where the show was held was fully packed when he arrived.