Augustus Sinclair Romane & Geschichten

he said accusingly as if he weren’t the one who started it. Augustus had been my friend since our first shift, and he’d been nothing but a pain in the ass ever since. He was the worst kind of troublemaker and could charm himself out of any situation. He was quick-witted, intelligent, and vengeful when you pissed him off, but he was also fiercely loyal and insightful. He was someone you’d want in your corner when your back was up against the wall. “No, it is you drawing attention,” I replied, keeping my eye out for a soon-to-be expelled student.

Seeing that all the elders had completely sided with Augustus and treated her like a villain, her body couldn't help but tremble slightly. No one prioritized the Sutton family's best interest more than her, yet… Noticing Blake's tremble, Augustus couldn't help but smile triumphantly, as if he had completely occupied the moral high ground. Sean saw the smirk on Augustus' face; a surge of anger rose from his chest, filling his eyes with fury. He couldn't help but let out a low, cold laugh. "Well, well, Augustus. How righteous of you. Even I, an outsider, was almost moved by your speech!"

The guy turns in my direction then quickly lets Harper go. With a few slow steps forward in at Harper's side wrapping my arm around his shoulder. "He smells like a wolf but sure as fuck doesn't look like one" Skyler says as he walk around the guy. "Who's this baby?" I ask Harper as I continue to stare the guy down. "Nixon this is my brother Griffin, Griffin meet my boyfriend Alpha Nixon of the Night Moon pack" Griffin takes a slow step back bumping into Luca who has a cup from the coffee shop in his hand. I roll my eyes at Luca with a small shake of my head. Leave it to him to make a fucking pit stop in a situation like this.

Why am I looking at him like this? "I wanted to talk to you," he says smoothly, tilting his head ever so slightly. Adrian suddenly steps forward, grabbing my arm gently in his hand. He is the complete opposite of me in this situation; calm, professional. My bet is that I am probably still bright red. I mean, I can't even get my hands to stop quivering by my side. "She has a private office," Adrian tells him, stepping up to his role of assistant at the one time I don't appreciate. All I want to do is tell Alpha Grayson to leave, so I don't have to face this current embarrassment.

oh my god I don't even want to talk about it. "I had actually thought that you would grow up to get rid of this pedophile attitude of yours but I never knew you are just so inconsiderate and childish to get rid of it. I thought we were friends. Couldn't you even reason that the person you're trying to do this to is the daughter of the......" Mr Thompson finally shuts his mouth and shuts his eyes trying to gain control of his anger. I don't even know what to say right now. I find myself opening my mouth as if to say something to him but nothing is actually coming out. It is like us do I have been struck dumb completely by the entire situation. The next thing that drags and catches my attentio

“Next time, try keeping your secrets in a better hiding place.” Adrian’s gaze flicked to the laptop on his desk, then back to her. His jaw tensed, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he knelt beside the intruder, yanking off the mask. The man was unfamiliar to Juniper, but Adrian’s expression darkened. “Damon Sinclair,” he muttered. Juniper crossed her arms. “Should I know that name?” Adrian let out a humorless laugh. “CEO of Sinclair Tech. And a royal pain in my ass.”

A quiet little place that held the office of the most annoyingly effective private investigator in the West. Augustus Cross. “Escort him to the study,” I said, standing up. “Yes Alpha.” Moments later, the door to the study creaked open and Agustus walked in. Augustus looked like he belonged in the shadows of old noir films—tall, lean, dressed in all black with a gray button-down rolled up to the elbows. A long coat hung off one shoulder, and his hair was salt-and-pepper but styled like he could still pass for early forties.

**GUARD** “Clearance confirmed. Welcome back, Alpha Nightshade.” The gate hissed open. Steel on steel. They drove inside. **** Modern fluorescent lights buzzed above them. Glass doors. Reinforced walls. Monitors tracked every inch of the forest perimeter. Maps. Intel. Screens flashing red. **Augustus** met them at the elevator—no longer just a healer, but head of Internal Operations. His lab coat was damp, and his eyes were tired behind his glasses. **AUGUSTUS** “There’s something you need to see.” He didn’t wait. Led them down the hallway, past the med bay and the briefing rooms, to the surveillance chamber.

Maybe this little life was the miracle our marriage needed. "You seem overwhelmed," the doctor said gently. I laughed through my tears and nodded. "I... I really wasn't expecting this." She smiled softly and handed me the ultrasound report. "Everything looks good so far. You'll need prenatal vitamins and regular checkups. Congratulations once again." I thanked her quietly, but my eyes stayed fixed on the paper. It read Baby Sinclair. The words made my chest ache with a mix of joy and fear. Damian was going to be a father.

Sinclair, the first person that came to Autumn’s mind was Keith. Did the Sinclair heir really have that much free time to wait for her in a café? Selena tugged on Autumn’s arm and whispered, "Autumn, the Mr. Sinclair he’s talking about—could it be that Sinclair?" "Probably." Autumn nodded. "You know the Sinclair heir?" Autumn thought for a moment, then shook her head. "Not really. My uncle saved him once. That’s about it. I don’t really know him." That didn’t count as knowing him?