Novels by Opey

Torin POV"Hello, ma'am. Torin Westlake, it's nice to meet you," Torin said, extending his hand with crisp military precision.Maddy Richards blinked, her gaze sweeping over his broad shoulders before she took his hand. "Nice to meet you too, enforcer. The Alpha is expecting you in his study right now," she said briskly, reaching for her desk phone. After a brief murmur into the receiver, she nodded toward the heavy mahogany door on the right. "Go right on in."Torin swallowed a sudden surge of tension, knowing he was stepping into the inner sanctum of the most powerful pack leader in the region. He opened the door and walked inside. Montgomery Ashbourne sat behind an imposing oak desk, while a stunning woman with dark brown hair tied in a neat bun sat nearby sipping tea, her brown eyes carrying a familiar sorrow.Montgomery rose to his feet immediately, his tall frame radiating authoritative dominance. He crossed the room and extended a strong hand. "Welcome to the estate, Westlake.

Torin POVTorin tossed the mock assignment papers onto his narrow bunk, rubbing the bridge of his nose as the stark reality of his new posting settled over him."You really think you can survive eight months babysitting an elite pack princess without ripping her head off?" Wesley asked, leaning against the doorway of their cramped quarters with a smirk."I don't have a choice," Torin muttered, grabbing his duffel bag and tossing his civilian-grade hoodies inside. "If I want my pick of the front-line enforcer units when this is over, I have to make this mission stick."Wesley shook his head, offering a sympathetic clap on the shoulder before stepping back into the hallway. "Just remember to duck when she starts throwing furniture at your head. I'll miss you, Westlake."Torin watched his partner leave, feeling a strange hollow ache in his chest. Growing up in foster care after losing his parents at a young age meant he had never really known brotherhood until he met Wesley at the academ

Torin POV"You are seriously trading the front lines for a babysitting gig?" Wesley demanded, dropping his tactical vest onto the metal armory bench with a heavy clatter.Torin didn't look up from the dense leather folder in his hands. "It is not a babysitting gig, Calder. It is a classified pack protection detail.""They are handing you a troubled she-wolf who chews through guards faster than a starving rogue," Wesley scoffed, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Lachlan is burying you because you beat him in the combat trials."Torin snapped the dossier shut, his amber eyes narrowing with sharp intensity. "Lachlan gave me a direct order, and he also guaranteed my pick of any elite patrol unit when this is over. Front line or whatever else I want."Wesley raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "Oh, so you sold your soul for a shiny promotion. What's her name again? The senator's—the Alpha's daughter?""Bexley Ashbourne," Torin stated, his voice dropping into a

Torin POV"How long are we expected to bake in this armor before Lachlan lets us eat?" Wesley grumbled, his voice a low hiss near Torin's ear.Torin didn't blink, keeping his posture rigid as his enforcer boots locked against the scorched concrete of the Silverpine Academy training yard. "Shut up, Wes, before Lachlan catches you whining like an untrained pup."Wesley shifted his weight, his tactical vest creaking in the dry midday heat. "Look at him up there on the dais. The man is practically salivating thinking about the post-ceremony feast."Torin let out a quiet breath through his nose, keeping his amber eyes fixed straight ahead. His wolf stirred restlessly beneath his skin, agitated by the stifling heat and the heavy leather of his Delta gear. Across the wide parade ground, rows of newly graduated pack enforcers stood at strict attention, waiting for their permanent postings.The air shimmered with heatwaves rising off the stone, smelling faintly of pine resin and ozone. Torin f

Bexley POV“Alden, this feels completely reckless, and the pack gatekeeper is already glaring at us like we are rogue threats,” Bexley murmured, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she eyed the intimidating bouncer guarding the heavy metal doors of The Black Moon Club.Alden tightened his grip on her gloved hand, his blue eyes flashing with absolute confidence under the neon purple lights of the Silverpine Pack Academy district. “Relax, Bexley, nothing is going to go wrong tonight. You wanted to experience the nightlife for your birthday celebration, and as your partner, I am making sure you get exactly what you asked for.”Bexley looked up at him, her chest swelling with a fierce warmth that had nothing to do with the chilly autumn air and everything to do with the golden-boy Alpha heir standing beside her. Alden Fairwick was everything anyone in their pack could ever dream of. With his cropped blond hair, chiseled jawline, and eyes that held the spark of a true warrior, he comma