Novels by Skylar M

Carolina’s cries didn’t last long. Because they were all just as Brent had guessed. Her breath soon began to steady and her anger slowly pulled her back together. She wiped her face with shaky hands and then stood up before storming towards the bedroom, shocked that he hadn't come to console her when she was crying. He just left her there to cry and it hurt her so much. She hated it. But first of all she needed to know if her plans had worked. She didn't look at him on her way out. She didn't say a word. But the moment the door slammed behind her, everything in her chest exploded again. She grabbed her phone from the bed and dialed fast, so fast she almost dropped it. She paced the room like a trapped animal, her fingers shaking and her eyes with that sharp, wild look in them. When the line connected, she didn't even breathe before yelling out the words in a furious whisper. "Why the fuck didn't you get Evangeline and the kids?!" The man on the other end of the phone hesitate

BRENTShe looked somewhat bothered but I didn't give a fuck. "Why do you care this much about us, Brent?" My face squeezed into a frown immediately. "What do you mean why do I care this much?" I turned my head and looked at her for a moment. And that's when I realised that she never ever trusted or believed me. Everything that ai had said to her about wanting her, about protecting her from any harm whatsoever seemed to have gone in through one ear and went out through the other. She thought I was bluffing. I nodded and said. "I care because you used to care for me, until I fucked up everything. Yeah, that's one. And the other reason I care is because I am supposed to. You're my mate and those are my kids, and I'm going to kill myself if anything happens to you or them. It's a shame I can't take you back with Mr because that's what I would have done, considering everything that had happened these past few days." Her eyes softened and then she nodded. She would t meet my gaze now.

BRENTI had a very long rest and when I woke up that evening, I went into the bathroom for a bath to wash out the sweat. My wounds were almost done healing so I unwrapped the bandages she'd put there. There were just two light marks on my arm and side now. However, when I walked out of the bathroom in my shorts, shirtless, I was shocked when I saw the kids standing there. They didn't seem bothered, instead they noticed the marks on my body right away. Tessa gasped, and asked the question before I could even cover it. "What's that?" Trent's eyes narrowed like he knew more than he should. "You're hurt." I forced a calm breath. I didn't want to scare them. "It's fine. It's just a scrape." Tessa was already walking towards me, seemingly more in awe than concerned. She reached out and I had to bend for her to touch and feel it. She looked back at Trent and flashed him a smile. "It's okay. It doesn't hurt." I replied. "How did you get that?" Trent asked after touching it. "I ran

BRENTIt was soft, it was slow... and we were in that position for a few seconds before her breath caught in her throat. She froze for a second, like her mind couldn't keep up with what was happening. Then she tried to pull back, but not fast enough. My lips brushed hers one more time, this time it was a side press that made my whole body tense. She gasped and jerked away, eyes wide and cheeks flushed deep red. "Brent," she whispered, almost angry now. "Don't." I didn't care. And I didn't apologise for it. I couldn't. Not when her hand was still gripping my arm like she didn't want me to let go. Not when she was this close to me and her scent drove me crazy, wrapping around like heat and safety and home. All I wanted at that moment was more of that, and she seemed to like it because she didn't pull away immediately. I looked at her slowly, breathing hard as a smile flashed across my face. She looked away and shook her head like I was being difficult. "Thank you," I said. "I

BRENTI woke up to the pain shooting down my arm and my side. It was a heavy, hot kind of pain. And it made my vision blur and my heartbeat pound against my ribs like it was trying to escape. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking past the fog. The hallway lights were too bright and for a second I couldn't remember where I was because of the overwhelming pain. Then everything rushed back at once. The fight..the gunshots. The last man lifting his weapon toward me and the burn of the bullet tearing across my side. Shit... I really let myself get sloppy. I groaned and pushed myself up on one elbow. My arm instantly screamed but I ignored it. My wolf was already pushing the healing through my veins. But the wound was deep. I could feel it. The blood had soaked through the shirt and down my side now. I put pressure on the cut on my arm. Blood squished between my fingers. "Fuck!" I growled. "Alpha! Alpha Brent!" Two guards ran toward me from the far end of the hallway, both of them brea

BRENTThen I turned and walked out. My wolf was already pacing inside me, already stretching, already sharpening every sense and getting me ready to go after these fuckers. They were after her again, like they had done during the last assassination attempt that killed her men. She would have been history if I hadn't jumped in to save her. The hallway outside, despite the four guards standing there, was too quiet beside nobody moving a muscle. They were all waiting, well positioned in their tactical girl. "Report. How many men are here for us?" "Four. They were spotted on stairwell security cam. All armed." The guard right in front of the formation answered. "They are on floor fifteen... sixteen now." "What about civilians? Is there any chance they're going to get mixed up in this. I wouldn't want that." "No." He said. "They have all been advised to stay in the rooms and not come out until they receive a formal notice. We also triggered the smoke alarm on the lower levels." Goo