Aj Benson Novels & Stories

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

“I’m all ears.” “Alright, the thing is… I want you to release me until the championship ends. I will try my best to be of good character and to earn your trust. And after the championship, if you feel you aren’t satisfied yet with my actions, then you can send me back to jail, and I will accept my wrong.” “What!” I exclaimed in disbelief. “Please just give me a chance to correct my wrongs.” Benson pleaded. I ruffled my hair in anger. Why was today against me? Stephanie had said things which weren’t really important. They were all related to the dead which can’t change anything and here I was thinking that Benson had something important to say, but he was also speaking gibberish.

I murmur my breath this time because shouting the previous times didn't make any difference to the conversation. Dad's business was on the verge of collapsing and senator Campbell has offered to help him with his loans if he can have me in exchange. Any decent father would have rejected the over but not mine. Benson Powers is a misogynist. According to him, women are born to serve and must do what they are asked of.

Yaacob furrowed his brow in confusion and asked Sam, who was with him, "What's wrong with that guy?" "Benson? His father was a close friend of mine. Before he passed away three years ago due to illness, he asked me to look after Benson. Mr. Getson, you can rest assured that Benson is a good young man with no ill intentions. When he first took over the family business, he faced malicious slander from competitors because his pricing was too low. Fortunately, it was later revealed that their company's products were indeed the most reasonably priced and of the highest quality in the entire Rhea City. Now, he has built up his business on his own, turning hardships into success," explained Sam.

As far as Mr and Mrs Williams, Abi's parents, are concerned, Blair is just her boyfriend that may or may not stick around. I sat down on my bed and grimaced as the springs dug into my arse. "I suppose you're used to luxury now?" Connor asked. I then picked up my pillow, which was flat as a pancake and offered little more comfort than a rock. "Something like that," I replied. "But how are you doing? With your job and money?" "I'm alright," he said with a shrug. "I work, I get paid, I get by." "Every day?"

"What Happened with you and Benson?" I asked her wanting to understand the picture I saw earlier and she froze, removing her glasses she looked at me and started, "Benson and I use to be a thing, I got pregnant, the child is his. I had to leave the Camp for it, but then I came back after six months of delivery, but Benson never wanted her, saying it would jeopardise his career as we are not married. So my mother, she took in Nora and raised her. I broke up with Benson but we still are friends though. Benson and Vishkoff are best friends, but something happened recently before Vishkoff died, to the extent Benson didn't flinch when I told him I killed Vishkoff because he sold us out. The only

But Benson talked his way out of that one as he hadn’t been gone for more than 24 hours. At that point, Principal Barbour bought us some lunch. The way Benson ate, I think he hadn’t eaten in a while. I gave him half of my sandwich, guessing he would benefit from it more than me. “Miss. Kingsley, can I ask the name of your aunt’s trainer? She is in excellent physical shape and I could do with a bit of help to lose a few pounds.” Principal Barbour says while patting his bloated stomach.

⸻ The door opened again. Benson stepped in. Calm. Collected. Dangerous. He didn’t wait to be told to sit. He simply pulled the chair and sat down, folding his hands neatly on the table. That alone told me enough. This man doesn’t react. He calculates. I pressed the recorder. “Mr. Benson,” I began, “you are suspected of being involved in the death of Mr. Patrick, illegal possession of his property, and unauthorized transfer of company funds belonging to him and his brother.”

He finally opened them and started talking. “Benson wasn’t in a lion form, he was in a third stage rhino form. I don’t understand it myself but there he was, skin coated in metal and fighting with such power I’ve never seen before.” “I have a thought, maybe you thought the same thing.” I stated, which if I was correct, I know Kyle well enough that he came to the same conclusion. “Benson’s real dad is Ronin.” “Exactly.” I confirmed. Chaze’s eyes widened with disbelief as he looked at both of us.

Aaron's eyes bore into me. "I just came to say hello to your father and possibly your mother." I meekly said. I looked up to see their father glaring at me. "My wife isn't here. So cut the bullshit and tell us why you are really out here." He said harshly. I flinched back and Aaron wrapped his arm around my waist. "That's no way talking to my mate like that, Dad." He growled. Oscar stepped out and hugged him. "Glad to see you father." I knew he tried to change the topic.