Agent Javier Pena Novels & Stories

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Matt finished while sliding the laptop towards Azraiel. Azraiel hesitated for a second and then after taking a deep breath hit play on the first video clip. He finished the video with his jaw clenched the whole while and when it ended, he glanced at Matt before playing the second one. The temperature in the room was rising and so was his anger. After watching the second video, Azraiel shut the laptop with so much force that he feared he had cracked its screen.

Camilla and Derek say in unison. "Next is Adrián Lopez. The smart one." He even looked it, with his geeky glasses, smart pants and suspenders. Don't let all that fool you, he's a player. "Jose-Antonio Guttierrez. We call him JAG." "And I am also the babysitter for the rest of these dumbasses." JAG adds making Camilla and Derek and the kids to laugh. "And last but not the least, Christiano Goméz." He smiles kindly and nods at them.

Again, not what I was expecting. From Sebastian’s earlier comments – I am having Mai Tai’s by the most delightful swimming pool with the most handsome man in California – I was expecting a young Antonio Banderas. And, considering how Sebastian was, kind of flaming. Not so much. Javier was short – much shorter than Sebastian, probably about 5’ 5”. His skin was medium brown. He was dressed only in a formfitting black t-shirt, black dress pants, and swanky black shoes. He had an impeccably trimmed goatee, and his long hair was slicked back and pulled into a short ponytail. He had big, soft brown eyes and a friendly smile. He was carrying a heavy bag in each hand, which showed off his gym-worthy

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

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

“If you have any complaints, then go and address to him, and stop throwing your jealous acts on me. They are not going to work, and I can assure you, I am not going to leave without an order from HIM in specific.” “You…” “Renata!” The man, Giovanni said, stopping her. The woman turned to look at him and for the first time since I had met her, she submitted, taking a step back as she saw the beta’s anger in his eyes. I knew that the man wasn’t going to hurt her, but I also knew what it was to disobey a pack’s beta. He was the Alpha’s second hand, and I knew for fact that he was going to be respected and to force his own strength if he had to as a man of his position.

“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.

the human snaps, slamming his beer back on the table, matching Zander's glare. “You know an awful lot about pack law given you are human,” I say, raising an eyebrow towards the human. “I know a lot of things, and one of those many things includes who you two are. Now, if you are just going to piss me off and make my mate anxious, I will kindly ask you once to get the fuck out,” he responds, narrowing his eyes at me. “Mate?” Zander says curiously, looking between the two, completely ignoring everything else he said. Even his command has lifted a little, and I see her slowly coming back.