Bates Motel Zack Shelby Novels & Stories

The room remained quiet except for the sound of rushing fabric. Then… “You are really ambitious, Mrs. Walton.” The voice cut through the room like a blade. I froze. Zack stood at the door, one hand resting against the frame, his expression unreadable. But his eyes… They were cold. A single glance sent chills down my spine. Before I could react, he strode forward. In two long steps, he reached the bed and snatched the sheet from my hands, pulling it back over his father’s body. “What are you doing?”

While she wasn't strong enough to reclaim the Graham family assets that were rightfully hers, having him hold down the fort for her would do for now. So, Angela quickly headed out and hailed a cab. She made her way to Worldview Plaza. Zack was being held in the basement. After giving her name, she was allowed to see her brother, who had already ruined half of his life due to his addiction to gambling at this point. The moment Zack saw her, his eyes lit up as he crawled up from the filthy floor. "Angie, help me!" "You're Angela, huh? I heard you're Dexter Bamford's wife, so you must be worth a lot," said a man dressed in all black. He seemed like he was the leader.

I went from Blood Oak to Cedar Falls by ambulance but I was unconscious, TRTC wasn’t far from Grandma Junes when The Great Council took me there, and when I came to Zac’s, I had slept. The service station was huge and right off of a busy-looking multi-lane road, I didn’t pay much attention to where the cabin was from Clear Creek when I viewed the link. I was too absorbed in the thought of being alone with Zac. “Where are we?” My voice cracked slightly. “Just outside of Monument City. You looked so peaceful, I hated to wake you but I needed gas and thought you might want some coffee or snacks.” Good move sir, good move. I’d be a bit salty if I woke up and he had coffee and snacks and I didn’t

The last remaining pieces of her gentle heart turned into solid ice. She would never cry over these people again. She would never cower in the corners again. Madam Williams wanted her to be a nightmare? Fine. Bettoni would become the worst nightmare this pack ever witnessed. She would use Zachery and his brutal reputation to climb the ladder right over all of their dead bodies. The heavy bedroom door opened for the third time. Zachery stepped inside. He wore a nicely fitted black military dress uniform decorated with gold medals. He looked like a dignified god of war. His eyes instantly locked onto the red handprint glowing on Bettoni's cheek.

He hopped from his seat and instructed his assistant to go back to his villa and keep an eye on their captive bitch. “Go back...” Zack commanded sternly. “Watch that bitch for me! Make sure she would never escape from that room, do you understand?” he added seemingly impatient. “But boss, how about you?” Kenneth asked seemingly curious at his boss’s impatience. “I’ll call you when I needed to...” Zack waved his hand dismissively and sauntered to the hotel entrance in a huff. His excitement to meet his ex-wife was spiking up causing his scalp to tingle imperceptibly.

Betty tell Zach in a quiet tone that made the hair on his body to stand. " Please just listen... " Zach started but stopped when he saw that Betty had a bat on her hands and with the way she was palming it and the fierce look in her eyes, he knew that if he tries anything other than leaving, that she was going to use it on him and not even bat two lashes at it. Zach's shoulders sagged as he walked to the door and nodded to Betty as a goodbye. Betty, in turn, gave him the finger. ****

“I’m here on the site, Alpha. I saw the claw marks on the chest before the new sheriff covered the body. It’s not a bear attack or a work of a human.” “There’s a new sheriff in town?” I asked in surprise. “Yes,” Zack answered. “Sheriff Carter Wade.” “Come back to the compound. I want you to tell me everything.” “On my way.” When the link cut off, I met Shadow’s gaze. I went silent for a moment, wondering how to tell her. I didn’t know how to break the news. To be honest, everything that happened in the past was still raw, and I didn’t want another attack or dead bodies piling in my backyard.

Why did I sense he had a deep, dark secret involving me? My gaze swept over him as I processed his plea. There had to be something significant he wanted to discuss with me. But what was it? Why had he gone out of his way to assist me? Why had he been so kind to me? I needed answers before I vanished—I had a nagging feeling that Zack would pursue me relentlessly if I didn’t surrender now. “Promise me,” I said, raising my gaze to meet his. “Give me your word.” Zack nodded and replied, “I, Beta Zackary Jackson from the Royal Pack, give you my word.”

The butler could not shake off a shiver that ran down his spine and hastened his steps. When they reached the door of the master bedroom, the butler added, "This time, we'd like you to help Mrs. Ford with a full-body examination. Her constitution is somewhat fragile. If you could provide a regimen for her recovery, the Ford family would be immensely grateful." "There's no need for such gratitude," Zac replied. He was not accustomed to such warmth from others. Clearing his throat, he continued, "I'll do my best. Thank you." He did not bother to gauge the butler's reaction and instead knocked on the door of the master bedroom. Soon, footsteps sounded from within, and the door opened to reveal

“Roman’s death was inevitable. This? This is like… like watching someone unravel from the inside out.” Gia tilted her head. “And you?” I met her eyes. “I’m already undone.” She exhaled through her nose. “He’s pushing you away.” “I know.” “And you’re going to let him?” I shook my head slowly. “No. I’m going to burn the fucking world down to stay beside him.” She gave me a small, crooked smile. “Good. Then start with breakfast. He hasn’t eaten since yesterday.” The kitchen was cold. Zach sat at the far end of the dining table, still shirtless from the night before, a half-empty glass of whiskey resting near his fingertips. His tattoos caught the morning light, dark ink glistening like old woun