Romans & histoires Armon Warren

I don’t understand why things like men wearing cuff links or anything even remotely formal is so hot? Is it just me? “Miss Warner, you have to answer a few questions honestly and then I will safely escort you home. Thankfully, you don't have to wait here for days before you get clearance as I guaranteed them that you won't cause more problems, and if you do, my job is at risk.” He says without sparing me a look, making me feel guilty for not listening and putting him through so much trouble. Okay, he is really angry. This is not good. Is he overreacting?

VICTORIA When I heard Lorenzo’s words, with that cynical little smile and all, I didn’t know whether to feel flattered or worried. He’d said, “my Omega!” But that sparked unhappy murmurs all around the table. It felt like I had a wasp nest buzzing in my stomach, and my palms were slick with sweat. Was that bad? “Patriarch, I consider this a little offensive. How could an Omega...” BAM! The slam on the table shook the walls and shut the interpreter up instantly.

Arnold raised the device in his hand to throw at the screen out of frustration but before he could throw the call was accepted. Arnold was stunned and he couldn’t speak for a few moments. “If you have no work, I will disconnect the call. Anyway, there is only one minute left for the working hours to end.” “No, Wren don’t.” Wren raised his eyebrows at this inappropriate address. “Please give me a few minutes. I have an important work.” “Why would I do that?” “I will give you whatever you want.” “Okay, then give me Zen Armory,” Wren said. He was in a hurry to wrap up for the day. He knew that Mr. Zen couldn’t agree to something like this.

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.

I was really hoping that the bad feeling wasn’t actually anything this time. Let’s go! Zane says into our heads, Amaris, looks like you get to put that warrior training that you’ve been getting over the last week to good use today. Are you not concerned about the welfare of your pack? I can’t help but ask, wondering how he’s not being his usual serious asshole-ish self at a moment like this. Our warriors are good at what they do, plus we have a secret weapon, he says, grinning a wolfy grin at me.

Just then, the door to her bedroom swung open. Warren entered with the morning rain still dripping from his clothes. The sleeves of his black shirt had been rolled up to his elbows, revealing the pale skin on his thin but strong arms. The strong contrast between his pale skin and dark shirt made him seem even more graceful. He made his way to the side of Evelyn's bed. With his hand, he stroked her head gently a few times before calmly comforting her. "Don't worry," said Warren. "I've already had my people deal with those posts online. I won't let them hurt you."

Brock’s taller and more built, his wavy brown hair is longer, and the most notable difference is the devious smile that this other guy is sporting- I haven’t seen Brock smile yet, but with his prickly demeanor, I’m guessing it isn’t a regular occurrence. The second guy doesn’t appear to be related to Brock and guy number one, but he’s handsome in his own right- buzzed dark hair, deep brown eyes, and a killer body. His smile is so warm; it’s one of those smiles that has a way of immediately putting you at ease. My eyes slide between the two guys as they come closer, and I suddenly feel like I need to do a drool check. “This is Brent and Jared,” Brock grumbles, gesturing to the two of them. “M

It was a war that I didn’t aim to go back from… If he thought that he could just erase me, then he was going to know that this wasn’t something that I was going to allow… or, at least, if he believed that the bastard had a mother to protect her, then he was going to learn that I, too, was a mother, and I was going to protect my own with everything that I had. “You won’t be able to come back from this,” she said quietly. “He is not going to just ignore it, Luna.” “I wasn’t planning to.” I said calmly. “Just dismiss everyone while I do the rest.” ******************************* Arina was sitting on the floor when I walked in, her doll in her lap. Jacob was beside her, quietly stacking blocks.

I tightened my hold on Leopold’s arm, hoping that it would be enough to ground him. “You have to calm down,” I tell him, trying to keep my voice steady. “You are going to hurt somebody.” “Must kill,” Warren growled; his eyes were blazing red with fury, and his lip was curled in disgust as he spat those words. The venom in his voice was enough to send a chill down my spine, but I swallowed down the fear and stood my ground as I stared up at him. “You have to calm down,” I repeated. “Just step back.”

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”