Aengus Og Novels & Stories

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

The alpha’s arm momentarily tightens around my waist as if he senses it. Soon, the sky is a dusky blue, and we’re stopping at the edge of a great loch surrounded by mountains. The water is so black it looks bottomless, and it churns in the wind. “A word,” calls Fergus, gesturing to a copse of evergreens by the shore as he gets off his horse. The alpha sighs, his breath tickling my cheek. “Aye. In a minute.” He dismounts the horse, and the coldness wraps around me in his absence.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

– Sonny yells in his head. - I don't care about your excuses. Pay real attention to what I'm about to tell you. I, Angel Carson Brown, of the Lycan Moon Pach, reject you, Klaus Nelson Young, of the Lucan Moon Pack, as my mate. As soon as he finishes speaking, pain crushes Angel's chest, but he shifts and runs back to the packhouse without looking back.

strands of short-cut hair falling into her eyes. “I want you to understand me well, so I’ll try to explain everything as clearly as I can. Caregivers are not the first-best people, chosen by the Organization. It’s more complicated than that. For every person with rare DNA, there is only one person, which makes it not at all easy to find her, bring her to the Quarters and connect and pair her with the right partner.” Her hands form into fists. “But Eagles have their ways. The Organization’s members are high-profile, important figures with unimaginably large sums in their accounts. You wouldn’t believe how far their power reaches.” She helplessly leans her head against the wall and sta

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Frey hummed as she combed and wash Morrigan's hair, her sweet voice singing in a beautiful chorale along with the birds at the outskirts. Morrigan sat there silently listening to Frey's lovely voice as her fingers caresses the engravements of the ring on her thumb. "Your hair is so silky, just a few washes and combing my hand just slides down along it," Frey said, enthusiasm evident in her sweet voice as she started to pat Morrigan's hair dry. Her hand slides down Morrigan's hair.

I wanted him, needed him, more than anything, and I wasn’t even sure why. But before we could continue anything, the door burst open and Dash appeared, panting heavily. “Dane, there’s an emergency,” he stated breathlessly. Dane pulled away from me and looked at Dash, his expression serious. “What is it?” “Rogues breached the border. We need to act fast.”

I gushed a little too excitedly. "German Shepherd and he named him Slash," I heard him chuckling to himself, "he thought it was badass name according to him but it's actually one of his hacker terms." So I learned something new. Their eighteen-year-old brother was probably a hacker or something along the lines of one. Ace seemed to be into something more dangerous and deadly and Gunnar seemed to be into the business side of things. He seemed like the type to initiate meetings. But it was all one business. The question remained, what was said business?