Aeron Bracken Novels & Stories

Erica and I swiped our key cards and retrieved visitor passes from the reception desk for my brother and the other wolf. "My name is Alec," he introduced, "I am the one meant to be watching Jason today." Alec was tall with a broad, muscular build. His t-shirt clung to his biceps but was loose around the torso and his jeans were snug around the thighs. You didn't have to look twice to figure out that this guy worked out—going to the gym seemed like it should be his entire personality. He was fairly handsome, too, he was missing a head of hair but that gave him a rugged edge.

I said, sighing at the thought. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Erik's Brother standing behind me. A sinister smirk on his face again. "Hello again Athena, may I have this dance." He asked as he held his hand out to me. "Won't your mate be upset," Tom asked as he eyed him up. It wasn't just me that got a bad vibe from this guy. "She doesn't mind. As a son of the bloodstone line, I have to get to know every pack member." He said sharply, glaring at Tom before turning back to me and smiling.

Not that it matters, since I’m struggling to keep my gaze off the slickness of his muscles, which seem to be covered in a slight sheen of sweat. “What’s your name?” I frown. “Brielle.” I’m not going to scold him for forgetting my name. He’s an Alpha, how has much more pertinent issues to be worrying about over the name of one of his servants. I will admit, it does hurt a bit considering how he offered me this job. Even when I tell him my name, no flicker of recognition follows. He just blankly stares. “Well, Brielle, I’m not going to reprimand you for doing your job,” he says slowly, his tone unexplainably dark. “But I will tell you something…”

Brax's pov Stepping into a sea of familiar faces, a thunderous cheer rose, echoing across the clearing. Each voice felt like a tether, anchoring me back to the world I'd left behind. The chorus of my pack, a symphony of belonging, reminded me that home was a place of hearts, not walls. "Luna and Brax!" Nick boomed, his voice commanding the noise to hush. His eyes twinkled with the warmth of a father figure reunited with his son. "Let's welcome back our Alpha, who's fought his way back to us."

I reply, blinking, getting a full flashback to the look he gave me before he walked out of the infirmary. “Who?” “Aeron.” I reply. “He doesn’t hate you. He’s just not good with his words.” She tries to reason. I scoff. “That’s bullshit.” “No, it’s not. He’s an arse I agree but he’s never been good at communicating his emotions. He lets Cain see to that side. He’s all about action.” “Yeah, and I know exactly what action he’s after.” I state. “Shit sorry, you’re his sister. I shouldn’t be saying such things to you. It’s not fair.”

Brann was still carrying on about Veyron’s supposed glowing prowess when Delvin, without missing a beat, shot back, “I’m telling you, Brann, if Veyron were glowing like that, it’d be because he was about to burn everything down with that temper of his.” Rivenn chuckled quietly under his breath, squeezing Lyra’s hand briefly, his thumb brushing lightly over her skin. “He’s not wrong,” he muttered. Brann’s laugh boomed, but then his eyes darted to Aeron, who hadn’t budged since the start of the conversation. Aeron, on the opposite side of the fire, stared into the flames. His face was hard, features drawn. He looked lost in the flickering light. “That’s it, isn’t it?” Brann said. “Aeron’s over

I walked toward the door before pulling it open sharply. Aeron stood there with his usual emotionless expression, tall and intimidating in dark clothing, silver strands mixed through his black hair. His eyes briefly moved over me before settling into something unreadable. “I need to speak with you.” I crossed my arms immediately. “Well, that sounds terrifying already.” His expression did not change. Emily stepped closer behind me protectively. “She’s not in the mood.” “I noticed,” Aeron replied dryly. That irritated me more for some reason. “What do you want?”

Drake turned to him. I noticed Aeron’s shoulder tense for a second before he scoffed and took his seat. I expected a comeback, but he gave none. That was unlike him... but there’s a first time for everything. “Wait,” Drake spoke again, brow furrowed. “Didn’t your new bride just arrive at the pack? You should be with her.” So she could bore me with more getting to know ourselves talks. “I can’t believe how desperate you are to return to pussy,” I said, shaking my head. “But I’m sorry, that’ll have to wait. Aeron, have you found anything else?” I proceeded to ask, shifting to the matter at hand.

“Oh, Aislen. I bumped into Aaron here. I’m not introducing him to the craft, he is already a member.” “Oh,” Aislen was embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Aaron. I just… assumed.” “It’s fine,” he replied easily as Bianca opened the door. “It’s not exactly something you lead a conversation with. Hi, my name is Aaron Tilbrook, I’m a physio therapist, and a warlock.”

I want to know that I’m not the only one feeling like I’m going to die if they don’t split me open right here and now. But, they don’t touch. They keep their distance, picking out things for me. Ahh. Fuck! Then Aeron pulls out a full diamond-encrusted bracelet that glitters under the lights like liquid fire. He takes my hand gently, his fingers warm and huge, sending sparks straight to my core. “Good choice, brother.” I hear Tristan say as he watches Aeron clasp the bracelet around my bruised wrist, the cool metal and stones covering the mark perfectly.