Battlestar Galactica Chief Novels & Stories

Unless they've been instructed not to by the Gamma chief who is one of the Luna's minions. That old bastard! I've always suspected that he never liked me because of what happened between him and my daddy. After the Alpha, Luna, and Beta, the Gamma chief is next in a pack's chain of command. When the former Beta died, he thought he would be appointed the new Beta. After all, he was more experienced, stronger, and a better fighter than my daddy, who the former Beta had trained to take over his position if anything bad should happen to him in the future.

" Raphael exclaimed, his voice teetering on the edge of hysteria. His eyes darted around the room, scanning Max and Lark that surrounded him. "You know what," the chief continued, his tone dripping with disbelief, "I shouldn't even be doing this." He ran a hand across his plump, stubbled chin, a nervous habit that had developed over the years. The touch of his fingers against his skin offered a fleeting sense of reassurance, as if grounding him in reality. An unexpected reaction bubbled up within MaxThe absurdity of the situation crept into his mind, and the urge to laugh tugged at the corners of his mouth. It was an absurd sight indeed— the funny way the Chief looked on his chair.

I asked by way of greeting as I sidled up next to her. “Nothing.” I placed my hands on my hips. “Bella…” My friend sighed, flipping a strand of long, dark hair over her shoulder. She turned and looked up at me, and if looks could kill, I might have fallen to the floor just then, dead. “The chief,” she said. “Be careful with him. He’s a son of a bitch motherfucker.” I blinked, stunned by that… colorful string of words. “You know him?” I asked.