Aidan Peterson Novels & Stories

The number of supporters I had yesterday has dropped drastically. In a way I am glad that everyone is going away on holiday. At least that way, I won’t have to put up with this headache. “How is he? Have you seen him this morning?” I am on the phone with Peterson. Since Aiden still won’t talk to me, the only other thing I can think to do is glean information from his friend and frat brother. “He’s still not talking to you huh?” Peterson sounds distracted. In the background, I can hear the clack, clack of a keypad. He’s got to be playing a video game.

the guy with the wavy blonde hair jokes once we’re within earshot. Reid leans in toward me, slipping an arm around my shoulders. “Don’t listen to Jax,” he murmurs teasingly. “He’s just salty that so many of these females can kick his ass.” “I heard that,” Jax calls, shooting Reid a glare. He slides his gaze over to me. “For the record, Serena, that’s not true.” “Sure it isn’t,” the Jason Momoa lookalike chuckles, tucking Astrid under his arm.

The current or after what just happened, I needed to breathe. I walked toward him, crouched, and tilted his chin up until his eyes met mine. Red-rimmed. Broken. But clear. "You hesitated," I said softly. “And you did it.” "I'm sorry…” "Don’t be," I interrupted. "You stopped yourself. You stopped her." A slow smile curved my lips. "You’ve regained control." His mouth parted, stunned. For the first time in days, maybe weeks, Carter exhaled without pain. Damon approached, quiet now, no longer needing to step in. Ethan followed, a hand on Carter’s shoulder, offering silent pride.

It seems he hasn’t slept in days, and it was drastically showing. “I’m back,” I tell him, shutting the door behind me. I glanced over to see Aiden, Sampson’s Beta, seated with his feet propped up on the desk like he owned the place. He gave me a smirk, his eyes scanning my body and giving me an uneasy feeling. Aiden was the one thing I didn’t like about this pack; he never seemed to take no for an answer. He wasn’t a bad-looking guy, he was a little older than me, maybe late 20s, and he had blonde hair he always styled to perfection, and dark blue eyes with naturally long eyelashes that women would be jealous of. Most women in the pack found him to be eye candy and talked about him nonstop.

I nearly lost my life too, but I survived and my brothers raised me for three years before I left for university. Aiden is the oldest, he's 31, a full-time surgeon at a private hospital, he's tall, muscly, intimidating, and high class. With brown hair and grey eyes he looks like he’d break you in a second, he's cold towards most people but not with me or my brothers and especially not his wife. Aiden is married to an amazing woman Tamara and they live in Manchester, where I was raised.

I whisper at her. “That’s Aiden Xin Castro” What does Adam look like? "Who?" I repeat. "Aiden that's the drummer of the band of Cntrl S," they keep watching the two of them, they have nothing to do but use a laptop and write. Tyaka ano yong Cntrl S? "Cntrl S?" "GOSH I FORGOT YOU ARE A MOUNTAIN MAN YOU DON'T KNOW IN THE WORLD THAT THE DRUMER OF THE BAND HERE IN MONDRIAN THE ONE WHO PLAYED BEFORE THE WELCOME PARTY HERE" Bannie and Cloe couldn't believe my explanation.

The most physical comfort I've seen him offer anyone. Callum looks at the documents. "Petra Adair. Is she working for Pryce?" "We don't know yet," I say. "But we need to find out." Isobel has a preliminary background on Petra Adair within the hour. She lays it out on the study desk with the efficient brevity of someone who has learned to deliver bad news quickly. At this point she doesn't even surprise me. I'm used to her being so efficient Petra Adair. Thirty-one years old. Independent fundraising consultant. Moderate social profile. No obvious pack affiliation in any public record.

I keep going, my mom doesn’t look surprised by that nor does she ask why, "Do you think me loving Aiden is understandable?" "Yes. Just don't ever tell him I said that, he doesn't need that huge ego inflated," she rolls her eyes, "Aiden has done terrible things too. He is the opposite of open and honest, he tricks people, he plays them, he has no remorse or conscience and he is probably just as cold as I am. But he's smart, humble and level-headed. If I were to choose someone for you, I'd choose him. Damon has no redeemable qualities in my eyes, but Aiden does.”

dressed in a simple Jeans and black T I drive to Dr Lee's which is 30 minutes away after getting the kids in their twin stroller I move to get their bag when I feel someone behind me. "Amanda right ?" I turn around to look at the person it's one of Travis friend's I remember him I just don't remember his name "yes ,uhmm you Mr Parkers friend "yes Carter "he looks at my kids Carrie is bothering sleeping Camden her dirty blonde her , green eyes give her away on who her father is same as Camden.

Then suddenly, Amanda started to blame Emily, making Dillon pull her closer to him. Emily gasped and opened her eyes when she felt the Beta’s hand. She looked up, but Dillon darted his gaze to her father. “Control your Luna, Alpha,” Dillon said. Emily was confused seeing her father like a tamed beast as he stood up and apologized. “My apologies, Dillon, for the behavior of my stepson. I will take care of it,” he met Emily’s eyes, “Emily… is my precious daughter, a stunning lady who is extremely obedient, and it’s unbearable to see her leave—”