Admiral Beckett Novels & Stories

(Commander Barika) As if he was invisible, Colonel Aida Oneal and Major Orin continue on their way, headed straight to meet up with the Admiral Duchess. Inside of the Pearl City Administration Office, the situation were not at all the same as the bustling city that filled with vibrant voices. Instead the entire building were barely have any voices around at all, but the people inside were constantly moving about and busy doing their work. Also, the old Keep interior were also now have changed to looked like any interior designed on Aeternum modern office looks.

I’m the one costing us this win? “You are heavily delusional Beckett” He arches his brow as if to ask but am I? My voice comes out in a snarl. “You’re the one in charge on this ice. Not me. So instead of worrying about what I’m doing, why don’t you start showing some qualities of an actual leader?” His brows clash together, nose wrinkling back in disgust. “I think it’s time you get over the fact that your last name wasn’t enough to get this position for yourself.”

Her manic gaze fixes me in place. “Emery Aldair is commander of Kaelara Naval Station, the highest rank in the navy,” she continues, voice low and venomous. “He controls the coast guards. He could destroy a ship the size of Yoseff Beckett’s yacht and make it look like a minor accident. A small boat? He could capsize it with a flick. He could call it a mistake, and his men would follow. Half the navy are werewolves loyal to him. He can do anything.”

I admit, overwhelmed with an happiness I never thought I'd ever experience. “You're happy?“ A voice inquires. A voice that made shiver run down my spine as I recognized that voice really well. It was Alpha Beckett. How was communicating with me even without being nearby? Could it be the power of the witch he's working with? “Alpha Beck-” “I'm coming for you, Kaia” Alpha Beckett declares. I could sense the anger in his voice. It held alot of resentment “You failed to do your part so you'd better be prepared”

I was just making sure he got to his car okay, nothing more than that, definitely not still riding whatever thing had been sitting in my chest since I first spotted them at that table. I lost sight of them for a second the second I stepped out. By the time I found them again, Beckett was already on the ground, back against some stranger's car. "Beckett? Are you okay?" The guy crouched near him, voice all fake concern, probably the same fake concern he'd probably been performing all through dinner. "I am fineeeeee." Dragging the word out, grinning ear to ear like nothing was wrong, and that alone told me everything was very wrong.

“She was the creator of the vaccine, it has come to our knowledge that they may have needed a backup plan.” Archer gulped heavily at the information, he nodded in acknowledgement signalling that was his only question. “Find me information, I want this closed down immediately.” The Colonel ordered, pointing his finger to the table as he said it. “Yes sir,” the men called out in unison. Their boss left the room abruptly, leaving the men once again to their own thoughts. Silence fell shortly before anyone spoke. It had been months since they had to retrieve a body, dead or alive. The thought worried Archer, he couldn’t live with himself if the last thing she experienced from him before she died

My eyes locked immediately on the guy front and center. Brad Walker. Captain. Arms crossed, cocky smirk, messy dark hair, and those same piercing eyes that used to make the old me weak. “Anyway,” Kayla continued, oblivious, “we’ve got a game against Westfield tomorrow. You should come. It’s the perfect way to get thrown into the chaos.” “Maybe,” I said noncommittally. She stopped at a junction in the hallway. “My class is this way. Yours is straight down there, end of the hall. Sorry we’re not in the same one.”

“Better?” “Yeah. A lot.” I press on my ribs. “Thank you.” “This won’t be easy.” He taps the back of the phone on his palm. “Shining a light in my eyes?” “No, stupid. Alpha Lucas took us camping one time. Me and Beckett, after we-” “Who’s Beckett?” I try to remember the name, but it doesn’t bring back any memories. “Beckett?” He tilts his head. “No one told you about him? He’s, uh, he’s our adopted brother.”

I took my time in the stall, washing my hands longer than necessary just to catch my breath. What was happening? I dried my palms, adjusted my jacket, and opened the stall door—only to freeze. He was there. Leaning casually against the sink, jacket off, sleeves rolled to his forearms. “I thought I’d never get you alone tonight,” Beckett said, voice low, conspiratorial.

Two weeks before her abduction, he began watching her movements through the tracker in her body because Andrew told that Cliff was planning to strike. That’s why it didn’t take him long enough to reach the dirty basement in the outskirts of the city. Not to forget, he had to play the good guy here. He may be the most dangerous and anonymous drug lord Vincenzo Ancelotti, but not everywhere. He had to maintain a clean image for his illegal business, the good and helpful billionaire, Aeden Beckett. He plopped down on his chair. Why was she so hurt? She didn’t like him right? He was aware of her not ready to accept him, she had made that very clear with her actions and words. Why was she so hurt