Admiral Beckett Novels & Stories

Beverly Carington "What happened?" Becca asked and I looked up to her. "I fought with a guy who ruined my plan." I said and she sat across me. "So you failed the mission?" "Yeah and I have to give back the 5.000$." I hissed as I threw the cotton pad. "Is he hot?" I glared at Becca. "Do you think I care about that?" I said coldly. "Oh come on, stop helping others and have a life! Go out and date a cute guy or something."

Timothy Beckett. ​He was leaning against a mahogany desk in his penthouse office, looking every bit the cold, formidable titan I remembered. He looked thinner, perhaps, his expression more guarded than usual, but the "Beckett Steel" was unmistakable. The headline read: The Relentless Pursuit: How Timothy Beckett is Redefining Global Logistics. ​"His name is Timothy Beckett," Abby read aloud, her voice full of admiration. "It says here he's the most eligible bachelor in the region, though he's notoriously private lately. Do you know him, Lei? You move in high circles back home, right?"

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

I took that as a good sign but I kept my face a placid mask so she wouldn't see my gratification. "My name is Sydney Holt. I'm the Alpha of Alphas. It's nice to meet you, Alpha Victor," a meek smile crawled onto her mouth, "if I remember correctly, and there's a chance that I don't," a frown stole that smile as she glared at our joined hands, "you hated being called Alpha." I dropped her hand. "He still hates it," Saint piped in with an elated wave and an almost child-like grin showing off both rows of her teeth, "hi, I'm Saint, the Big Man's Beta. Really is an honor to meet you."

She simply replied, "Nope. You've got the wrong person, Mr. Beckett." Sheryl smiled and said, "Since you've never met, how did you know this is Mr. Jasper Beckett?" "That's because Mr. Beckett holds a high position and authority as Beckett Group's president." Amber lowered her eyes coldly. "Besides, Mr. Beckett and his ex-partner are well-known in Solana City for rescuing many who have fallen into hopelessness. Is there anyone who doesn't know of him? "It's not strange that I know who Mr. Beckett is, is it?"

Then: “If this is bullshit—” “It’s not,” Beckett cut in. “Look, I’m not trying to win back favors. I’m just trying to stay alive. If the ship sinks, I want to be off it first.” A heavy exhale from the other end. “I’ll handle it.” Click. Beckett lowered the phone, heart pounding, sweat soaking through the collar of his shirt. He stumbled out of the booth, not even noticing the rain beginning to fall. _ Reyes, sitting in the station’s wire room, headset on, listening to a duplicate line through a tap in the burner.

I hate emojis; they never make sense, so I only use them to send a coded message. As I walk into the cafeteria, I hear Katrina's musical laughter. She's laughing at something Aphelion's just told her. I can tell because she's clutching his arm and covering her mouth while trying to calm down her laughter. Beckett's also with the group; his hands are clutching his stomach as if he can't breathe. Katrina has been good for us. I haven't seen Beckett laugh like that since we were young kids. What happened during his first year of school must've taken a toll on him, and I feel guilty for not recognizing something was wrong. As the future head commander, I needed to know how my officers were doing

I ask Becky, who shakes her head. “Listen, Becky. I need you to set up a perimeter around the Palace. Nothing should get past it.” I have seen her fight and how she demands respect when she is on the field. She is the best person I can trust to do this. “Wait. Commander. I am in charge. Beta Aruthr of…” “Beta Arthur, Captain Becky will be taking point. Everyone reports to her. Are we clear?” I ask him and he clenches his jaw tight. “She is just an omega. She can’t—”

I again asked the doctor eager to know. I didn't know anything about rejection and that my mate will feel pain when I do. I didn't know much about being a werewolf all because of his father. He robs me of everything. "Say I Nala Blacke, reject you, Alpha Anton Bates as my one true mate," the doctor told me. My brain took in the 14 words he had told me and held onto it like it was my last nutrients. My face was made in anger as I did hoping that the pain too can kill him.

The proxies and regional commanders we have dealt with across the past years are not intelligent enough to have built this campaign. Someone is directing it. And of course,I heard Caden Voss was killed. How unfortunate” he said Zayden's jaw tightened once. "Dorian Vane," he said. The name hit the room differently depending on the age of the Alpha hearing it. The older ones recognized it immediately. Aldous went very still. A silver-haired Alpha two seats from the end,Brennan of Pale Ridge put his hands flat on the table slowly like