Adrian Tepes Novels & Stories

His lose jeans and thin jacket raise my eyebrows, not ideal for this towns weather, "Your not from here?" His blue eyes seem to sparkle, "No I just moved from LA. Didn't realise it would be this cold." "Right, well welcome," I say, turning away. Keen to get back to the pack. Back to Will. "I didn't catch your name," he says after me, grabbing my elbow. I turn to look at him, raises my eyebrows at his hand. He lets me go immediately, offering me a soft smile . "I'm Bec." He sticks the same hand out, "Nice to meet you. I'm Hayden."

“His name is Adrian.” “And?” Tessa tapped her fingers against the counter, her gaze hovering over her friend. Maribel was pulled back into the memory of everything that night. After she gave Adrian her number, his eyes had traveled over her as she sat in the car. Before he walked away, he offered a quiet compliment, asking if she was a model. That single remark rejuvenated a dream she had buried long ago. “He complimented my body.” She shrugged. “That’s all for now.” “This looks like it’s just a compliment,” Tessa smirked at her friend. “What else is it? Is he handsome?”

A stunning young woman huffs, folding her arms across her chest, looking at the three of us most unpleasantly. “I’m...” I start to say, but she holds out her hand, making me close my mouth quickly. “I know who you are.” She narrows her eyes at the three of us. “I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.”

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

“I’m doing what needs to be done. And neither one of you is going to stop this.” Ethan’s voice cut through. “She’s dangerous. Tatiana’s power…” “I know exactly what she is. And that’s why I’m the one who has to do this.” I said, stopping him. “Neither one of you is going to be able to see through what I saw or understand his pain, except me. You might fight him for a while, but you're going to step back. I'm not going to step back until he's done, until this is broken. Even if it means that he's going to scream in pain for a few days before he is able to stand out and she is out of his head.”

Hiss. Adrian. Already up. Shirt. No suit. Jeans. Scar at temple: thin, silver, 3 weeks old. 70 BPM. _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ “3 weeks,” I said. Walking in. Barefoot. Sweatpants. His sweatshirt. From college. Stanford. Stolen Chapter 2. Still fits. “Since Cayman.” “3 weeks,” Adrian said. Handing me coffee. Black. No sugar. Like I like. Like he remembers. Always remembers. “Since Chapter 51.”

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

His response was immediate, as he moaned out my name. "Iris...don't tease me,” he pleaded breathlessly. "What am I teasing?” I asked innocently and gave him one swift kiss before trailing my lips towards his neck. He growled and pulled me towards him, grinding himself against my soft core. "God, you feel so good..." he trailed off and groaned once more. A shiver ran down my spine from his words. “Can you fuck my pain away?” Adonis smiled, a slow, seductive one. “How do you manage to sound so innocent and dangerously sultry at the same time? Of course, my body is yours for as long as you want me. And I am yours forever too.”

He was shirtless. He sped toward Elder Xan, who was busy sinking his fangs into the neck of the trumpet player he had overpowered. Adrian grabbed Xan and slammed him against the wall with brutal force. The wall cracked on impact. Xan crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as Adrian released him. “In my office in twenty minutes,” Adrian said as he walked past me and headed for the exit. Medics came running toward the wounded. I helped support the injured men, but they couldn’t save the trumpet player. He passed away a few minutes after they arrived.

The memory of fleeing New York with nothing but Hayes in her arms flashed through her mind, making the current reality feel almost overwhelmingly beautiful. As they reached the altar steps, Adrian didn't wait for protocol. He stepped down from the platform, his massive frame kneeling on the stone floor to bring himself to his son's eye level. He reached out and smoothly scooped Hayes up into his massive arm, holding the toddler effortlessly against his broad chest.