Novelas de E.T Graves

I heard Arthur’s voice through the kitchen door.“Viktor. This is Arthur Hendrix.”A pause. My heart started beating faster.“I have a business proposition. There’s someone I need eliminated. Fenris Hendrix. My brother.”I pressed my hand over my mouth to keep from gasping.“He’s become a liability I can’t afford. Half a million pounds for whoever brings me proof of his death. Clean kill, no trace back to me or the pack.”No. No, this couldn't be happening. Arthur had forgiven Fenris. I thought they reconciled. My spat with Fenris could not be the reason why Arthur wants to kill Fenris.The call ended. I heard Arthur moving, pacing. I stepped back from the door quickly, my mind racing.What was I supposed to do? Confront him? Tell him I’d overheard?Think, Aurora. Think. I forced myself to take a breath, then another. Made my expression soft and sleepy.Then I walked into the kitchen.“Arthur?”He spun around, surprise flashing across his face before he covered it with a smile. “Morni

The pack house was quiet when I woke, Isabella’s warmth pressed against my side. Her breathing was soft.I extracted myself carefully, watching her face for any sign of waking. Nothing. She just curled into the space I’d left, pulling the blanket closer.Arthur’s wife. My wife now. I dressed in the dark—jeans, t-shirt, nothing fancy—and headed downstairs. The kitchen was empty except for the coffee maker I’d set on a timer last night.“You’re up early.”I turned to find Mother by the doorway, wrapped in a silk robe, her hair loose around her shoulders.“Couldn’t sleep,” I said, pouring two mugs of coffee. “Want some?”“Please.” She settled at the kitchen table, accepting the mug I offered. “Something on your mind?”Well, I could tell her I did a swap spell and the son she is talking to isn’t the son she thinks it is. That would definitely freak her out.“Just thinking about pack business,” I said instead.Mother studied me over the rim of her mug. “That’s very concerning of you. You n

The check sat on Dale’s kitchen table. Five hundred and fifty thousand pounds. More money than I’d ever seen in my life.“You don’t have to take it,” Dale said, refilling his coffee mug. “The police reward was one thing, but Victor’s family is trying to buy your silence.”“I know what they’re doing.” I picked up the check, studied the zeros line up. “But I’m taking it anyway.”Emma appeared in the doorway, dish towel slung over her shoulder. “What will you do with it?”That was the question, wasn’t it? Six weeks ago, I’d woken up in those woods with nothing. No name, no past, no future.Now I felt like I had something going on for me.“I’m staying,” I said. “Here. In town. I’m going to make this home.”Dale set down his mug with a soft clink. “You sure about that? Your memory could come back any day. You might have family somewhere, people looking for you.”“I don’t care about my past life anymore. From all indications, my life here is better.” I folded the check, tucked it in my pock

The farmhouse came into view, lights on in the kitchen. Dale’s truck sat in the driveway. Relief flooded through me.I dropped the bike in the driveway and ran to the front door, pounding on it with both fists.“Dale! Emma! Open up! It’s an emergency!”The porch light flicked on. The door swung open, and Dale stood there, his expression shifting from confusion to fury in half a second.“What the hell are you doing here?” His voice was low, dangerous. “I told you to stay away from my property. I warned you—”“Victor has Maggie!” I cut him off, breathing hard. “He kidnapped her. She’s locked in a cabin on the outskirts of town. I found her."Dale’s face went pale. “What are you talking about?”“Victor took her. He’s been keeping her prisoner. I swear I’m telling the truth. She’s there right now.”Emma appeared behind Dale, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh my God. Dale, we need to—”“Where?” Dale’s voice was sharp, all the anger from before replaced with fear. “Where’s this cabin?”“Out

"You want to talk about it?” Sophie asked, handing me a mug of coffee. She settled into the chair across from me, tucking her legs under her.“Not much to talk about. Dale kicked me out. Had Victor and his friends throw me out.” I took a sip of the coffee. It was good, strong, exactly what I needed. “Can’t say I blame him.”“This is a safe space. I don’t want any self-pitying sob.”“I can’t help it.”“You’re just a guy who fell in love, don’t beat yourself up about it.” She set down her own mug, leaning forward. “Dale was protecting his daughter. I get it. But that doesn’t make what he did right.”“Doesn’t make it wrong either.”“Agree to disagree.” She was quiet for a moment, then said, “Look, I know this sucks. But maybe I can help you get back on your feet. Give you a place to stay while you figure things out, help you find a job, maybe even track down some information about your past.”I looked at her. Sophie was beautiful, smart, successful. She had her life together in ways I co

I’d tried calling John. Texting. Nothing. His phone went straight to voicemail every time. Either the battery had died or he’d turned it off. Maybe he’d thrown it away, decided a clean break was better than dragging this out. But still, he couldn’t have gone away forever.The thought made my chest hurt so badly I could barely breathe.I was in the barn, mucking out stalls. I needed something physical to do before I lost my mind completely, when I heard the truck pull up. Not Dad’s truck. I knew the sound of that engine by heart.I set down the pitchfork and walked to the barn entrance, squinting against the afternoon sun.Victor’s truck sat in the driveway, engine still running. He climbed out, wearing jeans and a button-up shirt like he was going on a date. The sight of him made anger spike in my brain.“What the hell are you doing here?” I called out, not bothering to hide the venom in my voice.“Came to check on you,” he said, walking toward me. “Heard you’ve been having a rough fe

Dorian set down his phone with deliberate care, the ice in his glass clinking softly. His grey eyes, which had looked soft and kind, now gave off dark, menacing vibes.“Well,” he said, turning to face me. “The negotiation with your Calder didn’t work out the way I’d hoped.”My body temperature dropped. “What do you mean?”“He doesn’t care if you live or die.” Dorian’s smile was almost apologetic. “Which means I have no use for you anymore.”The words hit me like a physical blow. Calder didn’t care.Of course he didn’t. Why would he? I was just the annoying neighbor, the woman who’d gotten herself mixed up in this mess.“It’s a shame, really,” Dorian continued, reaching behind his back. When his hand came forward, he was holding a gun. “You seem like a nice girl.”“Wait,” the word burst out of me.He paused, the gun hanging loosely at his side. “Yes?”My mind raced. That bastard, Calder. The one time I need his help the most and he treats me like this. Tears burned in my eyes, half fea

Duke stood in front of me, his back pressed against the wall of my office at pack headquarters. His throat was still bruised from where I’d grabbed him earlier, purple fingerprints stark against his pale skin."Spill," I ordered, crossing my arms.Duke swallowed hard. "I… I don’t know much. We only just got initiated. Kendall hasn’t taught us anything yet beyond,"My fist connected with his jaw before he could finish. His head snapped to the side, blood spraying from his split lip."If you’re not useful to me," I growled, grabbing the front of his shirt and hauling him upright, "you better consider yourself dead. I don’t have time for excuses. Give me something I can use or I’m painting these walls with your blood.""I’m telling the truth!" Duke’s voice cracked. "I swear!"I was about to hit him again when my phone rang.The ringtone was Sienna’s special one, I set this particular one so I’d always know when she was calling. I released Duke and grabbed the phone. "Sienna? What’s wrong

I stared at the phone number on the note, my thumb hovering over the call button. I hit dial.It rang once, then someone answered.“Calder Thorn. I was wondering when you’d find my note.”“Who the fuck is this?”“My name is Dorian. I’m grateful for the opportunity to talk to you.”“If you’ve hurt her—”“Relax, wolf. She’s perfectly safe. For now.” I could hear the smile in his voice, and it made me want to rip his throat out. “In fact, she’s sitting right here with me. Would you like to say hello?”There was a rustling sound, then Maren’s voice—shaky but alive. “Calder—”“Maren! Are you hurt? Did they—”“That’s enough.” Dorian’s voice cut through, and Maren went silent. “As you can hear, your girlfriend is alive and well. Whether she stays that way depends entirely on you.”“She’s not my girlfriend, only my neighbor. Don’t drag her into whatever beef you have with me.”“I assumed—well, never mind. It doesn’t matter what your relationship is. What matters is that I have her and you wan

The scent of jasmine and vanilla filled my senses as I buried my face in the curve of Sienna’s neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. She gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders.“Derek,” she breathed, arching against me.We were tangled together on my bed, the sheets long since kicked to the floor. Her dark hair spread across the pillow like silk, her amber eyes half-lidded with desire. My mate. My everything.I kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her body pressed against mine. This was what I fought for, the thing that made all the violence and bloodshed worth it.My phone buzzed on the nightstand.I ignored it.It buzzed again, and again.“You should get that,” Sienna murmured against my lips.“No.”She laughed softly, her hands sliding down my back. “What if it’s important?”“Nothing’s more important than this.”The phone rang now, the shrill sound cutting through the quiet of the bedroom. I growled low in my throat, my wolf irritated at the i

I couldn’t get Maren’s face out of my head.The way she’d looked at me when I’d denied what she told me, she looked desperate for someone to believe her. As much as I wanted to, to tell her she was right, I couldn’t, Kendall would kill me if I did.I sat on my couch now, staring at the wall, my hands clasped between my knees. The game controllers sat abandoned on the coffee table where my buddies had left them hours ago. They’d cleared out pretty quickly once they’d sensed the tension rolling off me.You swore an oath, I reminded myself. You can’t tell anyone. Not even Maren.After Maren had fled Kendall’s house, breaking down that solid wood door like it was made of cardboard, Kendall had gathered the rest of us in her living room. We’d all been shaken, some still glowing faintly from the ritual, the marks on our foreheads barely visible in the dim light.“Listen carefully,” Kendall had said, her voice sharp and commanding. “What happened here tonight stays between us. All of you wil

I cut the call with Derek and stood there in Maren’s driveway, my chest heaving like I’d just run a marathon. The rage inside me wasn’t subsiding. I needed to hit something, to let out the excess rage in my body, before I do something stupid.The bike roared to life beneath me, and I tore out of the neighborhood. My hands gripped the handlebars so tight my knuckles went white. The speedometer climbed—eighty, hundred, one-hundred-twenty.Forty minutes later, I pulled up outside The Apex Pavilion, a sleek, black-glass monolith that looked more like a corporate headquarters than a gym. Inside, the air was climate-controlled and smelled of expensive leather and ozone. Polished octagons with high-definition replay screens lined the main floor, and the hum of high-tech training equipment filled the space. I could hear the sounds coming from inside. The thud of flesh on flesh. The roar of a crowd.This was the Underground.I’d been here multiple times. It was a supernatural fight club—no rul