Austin Porter Novels & Stories

He had family in our pack, they were good pack members, so that was enough for me and Dad. After I stopped going to mating balls a few years ago, Austin was finally home at one of our own Full Moon Mating Balls. As he and Ashton always accompanied me to all those other Mating Balls I attended. Finally, it was his turn! Austin and Xander Hart were Fated Mates. We never even knew Austin was Bi, as he had been with girls all these years. But they were perfect together and we were all just happy for them! Xander is an outstanding warrior, and in my Top Team!

"Me, Reid, Killian, Austin. Drew will when he turns eighteen." "What about me?" "What about you?" "Will I ever work for them?" "No." His tone closes the door on it completely. "And you won't. No more questions, Andrea." I lean back and let it go, for now. My gaze moves to Austin beside me. His shirt is off, and the tattoos covering his torso are impossible not to notice up close. Intricate patterns, sharp geometry, delicate linework running from his neck all the way down, stark against his skin.

I called. “I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about me.” The voice which had now become familiar said, and I turned to find him. Axel Hart. I would never have imagined that the man who has been after us for years would be a man with a disability? He was on a fucking wheelchair. “I am Axel Hart. Axe for short.” He wheeled himself to me and stretched forth his hand. “Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Aric Phoenixbourne.” He smiled.

Seeing Amelia reminded Austin of his dad, and he missed him so much, but he could not tell Anita because he was afraid that he could hurt her. But Austin always made sure to spy on Alexander's social media page now and again. He literally became a stalker since he could not even go an hour without checking on his father's social media page. He was sitting on Anita's bed and scrolling through Alexander's pictures on the social media page and little Amelia was lying awake close to him. Angie suddenly opened the door and walked into the room with her phone. Taken unaware, Austin almost threw his tablet away, but he held onto it tightly and quickly pressed the power button.

“We’re leaving in fifteen minutes,” Dominic said into his phone. “Location?” Austin asked him. Austin liked to claim his heritage as Scandinavian since he’d been born in Norway. He was a big man, bulky, and stoic-looking. He had shoulder length dark blonde hair and a wild beard that he never trimmed or tamed. Dominic knew that underneath the untamed look, Austin was a bookworm, an intellectual, and a person whose loyalty knew no bounds. He rarely questioned Dominic’s decisions, and he kept the other men in line.

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

Peyton's voice is so soft and adorable as she uses it on Austin, the way Theodora would've done. My heart flutters in my chest. "Not momma?" Austin asks, looking up at Peyton through weak eyelids. "Not momma. But don't move okay? Just stay the way you are, alright?" Her voice hitches. With his eyes still closed shut, Austin nods faintly. And Peyton does more chest compression until the kid wakes up and vomits a lot of water. She lets out a low sweet sigh of relief on seeing this before she leaves him and goes to Rick.

“I am going to need you to help me, not stand against me. You are the one person who can actually help.” For a long moment, Maxine didn’t speak. Then she sat back, folding her hands. “Alright. Tell me what you need.” I looked at her, really looked, and for the first time, saw not just my lawyer, but the only ally I had left. “Everything,” I said quietly. “I need to make this real. I need it to stand. If Xavier tries to shut me down, I want him to find out that I already built something he can’t break.”

Serena called, trying not to laugh as Judith darted just out of reach. From the shaded porch of the beach house, Alexandro leaned against a column, his arms crossed over his chest and a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. His dark eyes were locked on the two people who meant the world to him. His wife and his daughter. Nothing else compared. “She looks wonderful,” he murmured to himself, but the words were for Serena. As always, she heard him even across the distance. She turned her head, her chestnut hair catching the sunlight, and smiled at him.