Admiral Beckett Novels & Stories

She walked half-down, trying to reach him, but suddenly a scream startled her. "Rebecca!" Her father's voice was so crystal clear. Becky turned to find her father at the end of the yacht, ready to jump into the lifeboat, waiting for him. He pointed his gun at Becky as a shield so that neither James nor the police could shoot him. "Trust me. He's not a good guy! I have to do this for us," said William Beckett. He pointed his gun at James with lightning speed and fired a shot when he was off guard, making him collapse instantly.

“I can’t let Becky get there first, Lucien. I won’t let her drag someone innocent back in chains. Not again. I’ve done enough betraying in my life.” Lucien’s expression softened, grief flickering in his eyes. He didn’t say Elise’s name. He didn’t have to. “Fine,” Lucien murmured. “Tell me what you need.” Becky looked radiant as she stood at the docks in her battle armor, silver plates gleaming against the gray morning light. A crowd had gathered, whispering admiration and fear. “Ambassador Everglade,” a guard announced, bowing. She smiled. “Ready the scouting vessels. And bring me the charts. We’ll sweep the southern bay first.”

Her tears were already falling, yet she didn’t notice it. “Promise me that you’ll only cry when you’re with me. You need to be strong,” Beckett said with a gentle but authoritative tone. “You can’t let someone see your vulnerabilities. They will use it against you.” Beckett knew how the world was messed up, with people fighting for their rights and power more than any zombie apocalypse or virus spreading all over the country. In his years in Milan, he had witnessed betrayal and revenge multiple times. And now, it’s their turn.

Beckett Harrington's heart skipped a beat as Allie Brooks’ gaze locked onto him with a laser focus. He froze. His body stiffened, and his breath hitched in his throat. He actually took a step back—almost stumbling in his haste to avoid her. “No, no, no—Allie, please! That’s not funny. Liam’s gonna kill me!” Beckett's voice cracked, somewhere between panic and prayer. His hands were up, a desperate gesture of surrender.

He was practically no different from a normal human now. "How is this possible?" Dad slammed his fist onto the table, the impact echoing like a clap of thunder. "You people told me he was recovering perfectly!" The head of the medical division was drenched in sweat, his voice shaking. "Commander Walker… We don't know the cause. The antibodies in Beckett's body are acting like… like uprooted weeds. They've suddenly withered away." Mom cradled the unconscious Beckett, sobbing uncontrollably. "Beckett, wake up! Don't scare me like this!"

"That's a dangerous word to use with a man like me. Get on your knees. Right here. On the floor." I didn't hesitate. The power dynamic on the team was absolute, and Beckett was the law. I dropped to the cold, damp concrete, my knees stinging. Beckett unzipped his shorts, and his cock sprang free-a thick, heavy pillar of muscle that looked intimidating even in the dim light. It was already angry and pulsing, the head dark and weeping a bead of pre-cum. "You know what to do," Beckett commanded. "Show me that 'secret talent' of yours. Open that mouth for me, whore. Take it all the way."

She purses her lips, but doesn't argue. 'The Beta from Red Moon pack is here demanding entry' my warrior, Becca, tells me. I instantly see red. That fucker has some nerve. 'Do not, I repeat, do not, grant him entry. I'm on my way. Have a pair of pants there for me' I growl, cutting the link. I sprint out of the pack house, fur is sprouting up my arm as Adonis' anger mixes with mine and I just barely make it outside before I shift into his massive form and run to the border.

Not ever. But with each passing day, the pressure mounts. Beckett makes a surprise visit one evening, lounging on my sofa as if he owns the place. He sips his tea, a smug smirk on his face. “Congratulations, Alpha,” he says with mock cheer. “But I can’t extend my full blessings until I see an heir.” “What do you want, Beckett?” I snap, tired of his meddling. “Why are you here?” “Only to offer some friendly advice.” He leans forward, his expression darkening. “The pack will never accept a human mate. But perhaps there’s another way.”

The ladies clapped their hands at the news and showered him with congratulations. "Thank you president. Thanks you. And thank you too ladies for watching such an achievement in my life." He bowed to everyone in the room. His head was bowed when he flashed a mischievous smile. Little did he know, it didn't escaped from the eyes of the very observant Excami, the very serious Damian and the secret spy, Hestia. All they need was a confirmation and now they have it. Arthur Camelton Beckett is a bad guy.

I spoke. "What is it?" Atticus asked me. "Tyler Beckett, emperor of Beckett Empire, wanted to have Rayne; however, he failed, so he cooperated with black magic witches and they tried to kidnap Rayne, more like they tried to force her into surrendering to them, but that also failed," I said. Their curiosity was all over the place. "When we confronted them, they decided to wage a war against the whole world and if they won, they will take over the world."