Baumgartner Novels & Stories

My heart skipped a beat when I spotted Alpha Dalton training his soldiers in a distance. He was shirtless. Sweat coated his exposed chest, and as he wiped his brow with his forearm, his biceps flexed. In that sweat, his skin looked more beautiful and more glowing. Realizing that I was checking him out, I chided myself. Still, my eyes stayed stuck on him. What the hell? With a gulp, I forced my eyes elsewhere as I felt a cold yet hot breeze passing over me like a ghost at a séance. “Hey you, get down here!” A voice yelled from below.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> POV: Gunner _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He entered the locker room looking for orange hair and found Shane Harlow instead. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

“I am so sorry. She has never done something like this before, it’s not like her… I’m Remi, glad to meet you both, your names are?” “I’m Sydney Carter, my husband here,” she pauses and gives him a nudge to pay attention. “I’m Benjamin Carter, the old, retired Alpha,” he laughed. His laugh is just like Wyatt’s except it’s an older, wiser laugh, I love seeing how much Wyatt takes after his parents. “Hey, we had some food catered, would you all like to head back and grab a bite?” Wyatt announced to everyone. My parents and grandma came over to me, grandma first spoke, “you did wonderfully dear, do you feel any different?” I giggled, “not with the magical stuff yet grandma, it’s weird though, I

“Just leave them alone, honey. They need to explore. You know how he is, always busy with everything. When he appreciates a pretty woman like Carmen, well, why not. I think she is pretty too. A very lovely young woman, if I may say so.” “Thank you, ma’am,” Carmen acknowledged with a smirk before heading back to her duties in the kitchen. “Pass me the juice,” Gaby politely requested from Brian, who was quietly enjoying his meal. They engaged in lively chatter until the plates were cleared. Afterward, they gathered to watch a live football game featuring Brazil against Argentina. They were divided into teams, with Camilo and Gaby supporting Brazil, while Thalia and Brian cheered for Argentina.

But Lucas won and within seconds he scored a goal. Even though Zion did his best to get the ball from him, his speed wasn't less than Usain bolt. He has never been defeated in his life. I repeat never. So, when Lucas scored a goal he was triggered. And by using every ounce of energy he won the match by a narrow margin of 5-4.

I asked with a bit of humor to try and make him smile since it looked like he could use a smile for himself. He smiled and nodded his head. "I suppose it would help you out here. I don't need anyone too serious dear. Just need someone who's willing to do work but you will never be alone with a patient for your own safety and protection." "I understand, One of your guards named Martin said he would be willing to protect me." "Ah yes him, he is our best guard." Mr. Baxter spoke with a bit of a smirk.

I felt they could be themselves and I could get past the first dose of testosterone. Aiden moves slightly in front of me. “Guys, this is our new kicker, Jordan Givens.” He shifts to the side so they get a good long look. “She’s now a Pronghorn.” Silence. A minute goes by. “Fuck this shit,” says a player at the back of the pack. This opens up a few grunts of agreement and plenty of head nods.

I let out a gasp so loud that the Sacerdote pauses in his sermon before continuing. Thomas’s gaze is fixed on me, his intense green eyes cutting through the rain to meet mine. "Grief is heavy, but one does not have to carry the weight alone.” I've been shouldering burdens on my own for years, and it's only made me stronger. As Keia whispers excitedly beside me, I can barely breathe as I meet Thomas’s gaze. Dressed impeccably in a black peacoat and dark slacks, raindrops cling to his dark hair, and there's a hint of stubble on his cheeks. His eyes drift over Aiden and Addison, but it's as if he doesn't recognize them as his children.

The ref calls it, and Russell releases the guy, making him cough and wheeze in pain, holding his throat as the ref comes, grabs Russell's hand, and lifts it high above his head in victory. I can't help but look at him admiration. I'm still scared shitless, but happy for my man. He's indeed a good fighter, and I know he will do wonders. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

"Your two o'clock is waiting, Sir." "Send her in." There was something eerily familiar about his voice and I still didn't know his damn name. I shuffled to his door, my toes smooshed in my super-tight shoes. My foot hit something unsteady, I crashed to the gleaming white tiled floor. My skirt slipped down my waist, offering my interviewer a peek at my greying, sagging panties. Tears rushed to my eyes, my cheeks burned harder than my bruised knees and my ego withered. I tossed back my frizzy ponytail, peering up. Greyson Elliot sneered at me from behind a huge cherry oak desk. Fuck. At least I know his name, I guess. ​