Baxter Stockman Novels & Stories

"There is someone who helps me. He is Mr. Fernandes." Diana followed where George pointed, and it turned out to be directed at the man currently driving their ship. "Thank you Mr. Fernandes for your help," George said earnestly. Fernandes, the man who also knew the murderer of Alpha Stevan's father, bowed respectfully when he saw Diana. All the information George had gotten, including everything about Pack Delonix, had come from that man. He was a former Pack Delonix member who had escaped on the day Alpha Stevan's father was shot. He was the only witness who clearly saw the incident.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

Alexei looks antsy as he stands against the wall with a cigarette dangling from his lips while Viktor seems calm. Well, nothing bothers Viktor from what I can see anyway. Viktor nods his head to another SUV two spaces down from mine and I see two people getting out to walk toward us. Tall, tanned, with tattoos on his knuckles, suave in a fitted black suit with the top two buttons of his shirt open. Dark hair slicked back, and piercing crimson eyes. He looks the part, at least. “What’s with all the stress in your scent?” I ask Alexei, greeting him with a clap on the shoulder. “You’d think they’ve come here to kill us all.”

When he saw Serena leaving, he heaved a sigh of relief, but panic the moment he saw the man drip his glass and followed her outside. Alex ignored the call of the woman he was talking to as he made his way out of the bar, he had wanted to head towards his left when he hard Serena's voice struggling and crying out for help, all he could see was red as he grabbed the drunk man like a piece of trashing, slamming him hard into the wall. He stopped punching the half dead man the moment he heard her call his name, begging him to stop, Alex stood up and move over to Serena holding her hands.

I giggle, unable to stop myself. She is so cute! "Atlas Myles Rozell? Is he a werewolf, too?" My dad's eyes widen as he asks me. I laugh at his reaction, nodding my head and saying, "Yes! Atlas Myles Rozell is a young businessman, holding the position of a shareholder in your company. I was also surprised to meet him. I mentioned you to him and he agreed on your company's profit share. You give him a very handful amount, dad!" I grin at him.

One of the bigger guys starts talking, “You did good kid, boss man set your mate free, she’ll be at your house soon. He’s on his way, so you can go reunite with her like lovesick mutts.” “That is if nobody knows that I helped yet, or I’m good as dead. At least my mate will be safe and alive. I’m sorry Luna.” He runs off. I don’t want his damn apology; I get why he did it now…. I would’ve helped him get his mate back, I would’ve had Wyatt help; It didn’t have to go this way, I’ll get out of it—but that dude is definitely going to get his ass kicked by me. Wyatt is going to be waiting there for him guaranteed, hopefully that boy’s mate will be there to tell him everything and spare him, at lea

“Damon…” “Try to lie to someone else. You know that it is not going to work on me, Ethan.” He said, stopping me. I was forced to look away from him as I caught my breath. He didn’t say anything else concerning the subject. And instead of trying to press on it, I also knew to turn my attention to the man that I came here to see. Carter sat on the floor, bruised and hollowed out, eyes staring at nothing. A man who’d fought wars. A man who led us. A man who stood by our side through thick and thin.

"Klempner, I realise you may have a different yardstick for human behaviour to the rest of us, but if I have it right, Baxter was... Sorry... is... a trafficker. A supplier of slaves..." "Yes," snaps Klempner. "He ran my operation in South America. But the women, and men for that matter, that he handled were sales goods. That's all. He didn't go out of his way to make them miserable." "And that makes it all alright..." drawls Will. Klempner gives him a hard stare. "Baxter is with a woman. Perhaps he's just working with her. Perhaps it's more than that. I've been told that Baxter's behaviour changed after he returned from a trip to South America..."

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

He just started dodging Alex's obvious punches and kicks. This went on for a while and the remaining pack members left what they were doing and they started cheering them on. Damien suddenly used his left leg to fall Alex down. Alex smiled, he was really enjoying it. Damien was so smiling now too. He started moving closer to him and before he went to stand over him, he gave him a big kick at his lower back and Alex shouted in excitement. Damien went to stand over Alex and just when he raised his hand to punch Alex, something distracted him. Elle.