Author Michael Wolff Novels & Stories

He was standing next to Dante Vlad, shaking his hand, smiling like they were old friends. "Who is this?" "His name is Anton Volkov. He was an accountant for the Vlad family. He disappeared eight years ago." "Disappeared?" "He ran. He knew too much. He has been hiding ever since." "Where is he now?" The PI shrugged. "No one knows. But I have his testimony. Recorded. Signed. Sealed." He handed her a USB drive. "Everything is on there. The transactions. The testimony. The proof that Dante Vlad ordered the hit on your family."

But when one wolf at the far end of the room whispered too loudly and the table chuckled under their breath, he set his fork down with a sharp clink. The sound cut through the room like glass breaking. Every head turned. His voice was calm. Cold. “Is there something you’d like to share?” The wolf froze. The color drained from his face. “No, Alpha,” he said quickly, eyes dropping to the table. “Good,” Nolan said. “Because if anyone here thinks my wife is a subject for gossip, they’re free to take it up with me directly. As I doubt that any alpha would allow limits to be crossed when it comes to his Luna. And I think that you know what it is to cross a limit when it is me.”

I turned on the TV. “Ready?” I asked. “You're going down” he chuckled. ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ Two hours later, I'd beaten Michael ten times. He was such a girl at these games. “There's something wrong with the game” he frowned tossing the controller on the couch. I laughed. The smell of lavender and rose hit me. “Mate!” my wolf suddenly moaned.

“Where is she!” Michael fought Deacon off with ease. “My brother sends me with a message; If you want, Jessica, send only Juno and Jovita.” “Why?” Deacon growled. “I don’t know. That is all he said,” Michael said. “My actions,” Michael tried to explain, but was unable to finish. “We know. You are under a spell. We have known all this time but waited for Torvald's next move, not thinking it will end up like this,” Wynn explained, unknowingly setting Michael free from the spell.

“If you want me to apologize, you can leave now.” Great, glad to see he was going to be so diplomatic about this. “I only want to talk.” “What is the point?” He hit the bag a couple more times. “You don’t listen to what I have to say.” “I am listening.” “Oh, so you don’t take me seriously then?” Michael didn’t stop hitting the punching bag. I got up walked over to him. He held the punch he was about to give the bag and focused on me. “Of course I do, but with Mario, the only thing you’ve told me is he is dominant and dangerous. There are a lot of werewolves like that.”

Remy asks again watching him closely. "Nothing I am fine." Michael snaps back at him. Shade chuckles and trys to cover it up with a cough. 'Michael, I think I am ready to finish our mating what do you think.' I say in my same sing song like voice. 'I think someone is asking to be spanked.' Erebus responds with a hungry growl. Michael growls some more and takes in a deeper breath of air. "Why are you growling and sucking in air like that?" Remy says giving Michael a skeptical look. "Don't worry about it." Michael says looking at Remy. " I think adding a third wolf at the gate will be fine Shane." Michael says nodding at him. 'Michael I need you, I ache so badly.' I say trying not to giggle. M

he said with a wink. That one line lit a fire in Alex’s gut. “You shouldn’t have said that,” Alex murmured, leaning in to claim his lips, but Michael stopped him, pressing a finger gently to his mouth. “Five minutes,” he whispered. “Let me freshen up.” Alex exhaled in frustration as Michael buried his face in his neck, inhaling deeply. “I can smell that perfume… the pher—” “Pheromones,” Michael finished with a chuckle. “I sprayed a little before coming over, but I’ve gotten a bit sweaty.”

"Explain what you actually did to earn Solara Energy's trust. Explain what's wrong with the contents of this cooperation proposal you brought," Michael said. He looked straight into Angela's eyes. His voice was usually as warm and gentle, yet at this moment, even that softness carried an overwhelming pressure. The corners of his lips curved faintly. "If you truly can't remember, I can remind you. This matter is connected to my cousin, Khloe." As his voice fell, his hand pulled out the USB drive.

A presence just far enough to avoid detection by human senses—but not his. Michael slid his phone from his coat pocket and typed with speed and precision. Michael: Possible tail. I need silent eyes at Anna’s location. Do not alert or approach. One of you stays until dawn. David (Beta): Copy. Rounding up Tier 2. ETA 15. Michael didn’t get in his car. Instead, he leaned against the hood and folded his arms across his chest, gaze fixed on the shadows beyond the neighbor’s hedges. His posture looked casual, relaxed. But inside, his wolf was prowling.

Hagrid Wolfe groaned, turning to face me with his one good eye and struggling weakly against the silver chains wrapped around his thick body and neck. “You're going to want to think about your answer Wolfe. We're not in the best of moods-” Michael growled, fisting the bloody hands he had pummeled into the Cove bastard's face so many times tonight. We’d all had our turns at the beast, hammering away at his bravado until only a stout, quivering man remained. “Look, all I know is the big boss has got big plans for you, alright? For Gotham.” He spat, and I twiddled the wrench in my hand as my heart hammered wildly inside me.