Baron Strucker Avengers Romane & Geschichten

When I finally made it to his office, I didn’t expect to see the head of the Lycan Camp lounging in one of the chairs, drinking a glass of bourbon with my father like they were old friends. Phineas Striker didn’t have friends. He had allies, supporters, and enemies. There was something about this man that never failed to put me on edge. I’d always chalked it up to the air of intimidation he carried with him, draping it over his shoulders like a poisonous gas that overtook your senses if you drifted too close.

Until the sun rose on Tuesday morning, Alexander Sterling had just returned from the south. His clothes were crumpled, his hands still had dried bloodstains from the fight, but his steps towards the Vanguard Suite penthouse were still dignified like a king who had cut through a storm. The Alpha King doesn't need sleep; all he needed was the sight of his Queen to calm his wolf that had gone on a rampage all night slaughtering dockworker provocateurs.

Lila jumped out and raced after him but he was too fast. Fortunately, they got to an end path where it was blocked and the stranger grinned. "F*ck!" He cussed as he covered his face with his hoodie. "Who are you, show yourself!" Lila demanded as she breath heavily due to her pace. "You got me!" The stranger muttered as he turned back making Lila brows furrowed. The voice is familiar. The stranger removed the hoodie from his face revealing.... Venom!!! ★ GODFATHER ALEJANDRO'S SUITE*

I am struggling to contain my heartbeats before we reach our destination, but the way he is pulling me and rushing to a closed space is making me dizzy. Oh shit. Damn. I should have come tomorrow, maybe? I— “ Dustin. ” A man steps out of a sitting area and calls him. I don’t get the time to look at who he is when Dustin says. “ Get lost, Striker. Don’t get in my way if you don’t want me to pay you back for every hit with interest. ” My jaw hangs low, my heartbeat quickening some more. That must be the King of the West, Striker Skoldofr.

In reality, Adrian thought this was absolutely laughable, maybe even the biggest joke he had ever heard. "You can still laugh when death is knocking on your door?" Barvett asked. "What makes you think you're the only one with immortals on their side?" Barvett was taken aback when he heard this. "Wh-What are you saying?" "Strider." "Yes, sir." Whoosh! A green light burst forth, sending shivers through everyone at the scene. Like a raging storm and rumbling thunder, Strider began to attack like a blazing comet. "Wh-What's happening?! What is this?!" Barvett turned pale from shock. He heard two loud thuds as Jameson and Wharton's heads fell to the ground. Neither of them had any idea what just

Let alone some ignorant, and dirty guard. “I don’t care if she is hurt or not,” the stranger huffed, his voice deep and angry. “She has taken my most loyal soldier from me, and the debt will be paid.” ‘Most loyal soldier?’ I thought, ‘this can’t be.’ I turned slowly to look at the man that was standing in the doorway. Tall, almost an entire foot taller than myself, and muscular. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a tight short sleeved shirt that showed off every muscle in his body. The muscles of his biceps straining against the fabric as his fists clenched at his sides. A large, and wide barrel chest building up into a classically handsome face. Clean shaven, with long blond hair hanging in

He was still kissing my neck softly when one of his scouts burst into the hall, dragging a struggling man behind him. “Alpha! We caught this bastard spying near the outer perimeter.” The scout threw the man forward. He was tall, heavily muscled, with cold silver eyes and a cruel smirk even while restrained. Power radiated off him. He looked straight at me, ignoring everyone else. “Well, well,” the stranger drawled, voice smooth and dangerous. “The famous Resonator. I’ve been looking for you, sweetheart. My name's Varen. And you… belong to me.”

Baron fired. The officers who were about to leave stayed back. “I don’t want to have anything to do with a bitch like you. Ever again. I’ve made a mistake and I regret it.” He sobbed. I couldn’t believe I fucked a sissy. “My wife doesn’t deserve this, she doesn’t!” “Neither do I! I never intended to have a child for a low life like you.” I fired back. “Fine!” He breathed. I raised a brow, waiting for what he’d say next.

Arriving on the site, I realized what Verona meant. The spokesperson of the brand was Samantha. When I arrived, she was sitting there in a rocking chair, while Zephyr sat next to her, looking down and tapping away at his phone. Not much later, my phone rang with a notification, and true enough, it was a message from Zephyr. "Today's my birthday, so please come back. I ordered a cake, so let's talk." I read the message, before looking up at Samantha clinging onto Zephyr, the two of them sticking close together without caring about the stares of the crew around them.

I snarled. But to my surprise, he did not flinch. He did not even blink. He just turned the infuriatingly calm face towards me and extended his hand as if we were at a buisness dinner. “I do not believe we have been properly introduced, Alpha. My name is Baron.” The shock of it all momentarily seized my breath. Only another Alpha, or a powerful Beta, could withstand a direct command like that. This was no simple merchant. “Why were you with Lillian?” I demanded, with a dangerous growl in my voice.