Alex Warren Novels & Stories

I started a conversation with Warren. “I heard you collapse the same day as I did. How are you?” He smiled. He is not as masculine as Kyler, his body stamina is not as longer as Exequiel’s, also, his mind is not as strong as Scott. He is taller than me yet I feel like he needs comfort. In my past memories, Warren will be a successful person. His w*****n will be known. I just forgot what the theme or topic of that w*****n is. “I am fine. Good as always.”

I don’t need anyone else when I have them. Warren comes down the steps, he nods at Arman, but his gaze remains fixed on Ramin. He’s making a point that no one hurts his family and Ramin hurt me. “I’m Alpha Warren Hill, Cyra’s father-in-law.” Not Yorick’s father. MY father-in-law. “Alpha Warren, I’m Alpha Ramin,” my uncle says. “Yes. So I gathered.” There’s a tense moment of silence as Warren continues to stare my uncle down in some sort of Alpha display of aggression.

Understanding. "Got it, Mr. Knight." "Bring the new assistant. Lila." Alexander's gaze drifted to the gray sky outside. "Let her see how Knight Group does business." "Help her settle in." Jasper didn't hesitate. "Yes, sir." Alexander hung up. His thumb traced his wedding ring. Warren Slade was a known predator. Dirty. But he controlled key shipping lines. If Lila was smart, she'd see what climbing the Knight ladder really cost. If she wasn't?

Warner raised his eyebrow at us, his lips spread out in a thin, calculated smile. “Did I interrupt something?” he asked. “Do you two know each other.” "We..." "We don't," Alexander interrupted, stepping away from my side to stand directly in front of Mr. Warner. “It is nice to officially meet you, sir.”

It also invited them. She felt the shift before she saw him. A ripple through the crowd. Warriors stiffening. Voices lowering. Then he stepped forward. The Alpha of Raven's pack. Tall, broad-shouldered, silver threaded through his dark hair despite his relative youth. His presence was sharp in a different way than Rex’s less controlled, more performative. A smile played at his mouth as he looked up toward the tier where she stood. Not at Rex. At her. “Well,” he called, voice carrying easily through the stone and steel. “So the rumors are true.”

“You don’t have to. This isn’t an offer.” Ethan growls. “Then you should start explaining before you’re escorted out.” Her gaze flicks to him again, assessing. “You’re the anchor.” He doesn’t deny it. She turns back to me. “The Arbiter’s withdrawal wasn’t a victory. It was a recalculation.” “I know,” I say quietly. “I felt it.” “Good. Then you also felt what noticed you.” Cold slides down my spine. “Yes.” Her expression sobers. “That thing doesn’t correct worlds. It consumes outcomes. The more a system diverges, the more interesting it becomes.”

Grace whistled and brought silence to the Scald Crow, "If there is a problem, we best get it out in the open now. He will be traveling with you, Theria, and Herne." "Tell him. Better he knows the truth than think you will knife him in the back," Archon advised. A few deep breaths and Warren drew on his courage, "My name is Warren Vandal, and I am the son of George Vandal." Cyrus froze on the spot. His eyes roamed over Warren, and then he slowly smiled, "You look like George, how is he?" "It's a long story. We have some time while we head to the mission site. I'll fill you in on what George has been up to."

“I’m sorry.” I knew what he was apologizing for. He was sorry because he was a war commander; the highest ranking war commander in the werewolf world, since his father had long ago retired from battle. And that meant, if there was going to be a war, Alexander was going away to fight it. He was still talking. It must have been a relief to get this off his chest, because he was going into deep detail, seemingly unable to stop. I swallowed down my shock and fear, holding a well-practiced neutral expression on my face, and listened to all of it.

"Didn't I already tell you we're done? What are you doing here?" Alexander sat down across from him and spoke calmly. "You've heard about Brian's accident and Delia's kidnapping, haven't you?" Warren snorted. "And what does that have to do with you? You don't care anyway." Alexander chuckled. "That's true. But I could assist." Warren's expression shifted. After a long pause, he scoffed. "What do you want?" He knew his son well. Alexander had been determined to leave the family, so there was no way he would come back without a reason. He must have something planned.