Aiden R Gallagher Novels & Stories

the woman said with a small chuckle. Thomas laughed softly too. "Okay I understand, be careful and like I will find it difficult to contact you, because you will be serving in one of the remote areas on the border with Jordan." "Of course, Dad is careful there too." "All right, I'll miss you. Get on the plane." The lady disconnects the call first. She then got up from the iron chair, but before taking a step while pulling her suitcase, she opened her passport first. Megan Charoline Guietto. That's the name written.

"Mum works with him. I want to know if he's interesting." "Aiden—" I started. "He's very interesting," Gail said, smiling in a way I absolutely did not trust. "He's intense. Works too much. Obsessed with racing." She glanced at me over Aiden's head. "He doesn't let people see him coming." Aiden considered this with the gravity of a Supreme Court judge. "Is he good at things?" "Almost annoyingly good at things." "Does he lose?" Gail's smile shifted into something I liked even less. "He lost once," she said. "A long time ago. To someone he's never forgotten."

Because they’re all still staring at me as I munch on the crust of my sandwich. “You and Reid will get there,” Astrid says sympathetically, offering me a warm smile. Ah, there it is. The pity train has left the station. “For sure,” Fallon agrees. “Reid’s the sweetest. You’ve got a good one.” So I’ve been told. Repeatedly. “Yeah,” I agree, forcing a smile. Because I know it’s true, and it only makes me feel like an even shittier person for what I have to do. He deserves better.

Dawn says, "funny that." I almost ask her how she knows, but I'm sure Myle's would have told her. Who knows how long Myle's has known along with Asher. I don't know what anyone does at this point. I'm just trying to get through the next few days without being found out by Asher. "Who's this?" I ask warily, matching the heaviness of the stranger behind Dawn's gaze. "Coen," he replies. "My name is Coen, and I'm Alpha Kaden's brother."

Ethan’s familiarity, however, is not enough to distract me from the high-pitched screeching that hits my ears when we walk into the next corridor. Ethan must notice my wince, because he chuckles. “You don’t have bagpipes in the south?” He points ahead. There’s a young boy—around ten years old—standing at the entrance of the Great Hall. He has a blue tartan bag nestled beneath his arm, and his cheeks are as red as his hair as he blows into a pipe. He looks like he’s about to pass out. “Just be thankful you don’t have wolf hearing,” he whispers darkly. “I had to listen to the wee lad practicing.” He gives the boy a thumbs-up as we pass by. “Great job, Brodie!”

His touches spark a fiery passion within me, erasing my aversion and discomfort over time. Now, I challenge myself not to feel the tremor racing down my spine at placing my skin against another skin, especially a fragile, scarred one. I hold her unaffected hand in both of mine, managing a smile up at her face. I doubt she can see me. "Hello, Mrs. Gallagher," I say; "it's a pleasure finally meeting you." Although she wasn't married to Aiden's father, I deliberately addressed her as 'Mrs'. This is the first time I am learning about Aiden's maternal family surname, the name he had been addressed by during his childhood before he joined the Mendes family.

A man dressed in a blue and black uniform stood at the widely opened gate; Caitlyn guessed the man was his gatekeeper. Immediately the gate opened, he ignited his car's engine and moved his car with such force that Caitlyn fell to the floor, again. “I'm sorry, sir! I'm so sorry,” she watched his gatekeeper apologise while bowing. He ignored the man and simply drove in. Caitlyn rushed over to the gatekeeper. “Can you let me in, please?” she pleaded shamelessly with a smile.

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

I know I didn't touch the duvet that's hugging me right now. It must be him, he slept beside me and covered me in this duvet. What else he had done to me while I was sleeping like a sloth? I shrieked in fear and checked my dress to find them intact. Relief spread across my heart and I got down from the bed to see the drizzling sky outside. Aiden is so different compared to my village. It's cold as Mount Athes is nearby and I heard it would be often windy and rainy here. When I felt an urgent need to pee, I looked around to find the bathroom door.

"I... I don't know what to say." Harris giggles, a bright sound that seems out of place in the somber training grounds. "Anything, man. Your hobbies? Do you have a man waiting for you back home? What about your family?" The mention of family twists a dull knife in Aiden’s gut. He looks down at his scuffed boots. "I’m an orphan," he says softly. The laughter dies in Harris’s throat. He reaches out, squeezing Aiden’s arm. "Shit, I’m sorry. Me too. Same boat."