Brandon Kroeger Novels & Stories

“My stomach dropped. James’s expression turned serious. “Whatever is happening between you and Alpha Adrian… you should end it now, Rox. You don’t want that kind of trouble.” The bell rang, cutting off any reply. We stood and regrouped. Jack and the other alphas,except Adrian,waited at the front. One of them stepped forward: a tall man with his hair tied in a man bun and a neatly trimmed goatee. “Now that most of you have gotten the hang of the single-leg lateral hops with the bear hug,” he said, scanning our tired faces, “we’ll move on to the next exercise. He offered a small smile. “In case you forgot, I’m Liam, Alpha of the Moonlight Pack.”

-Cherie- I don’t want to turn around because I know I’m going to crumble into little pieces in front of the man I did not want to meet so soon. But I mustered up my strength to face the absolute legend, Alpha Kai Volkov. Even in his old age, the man looks like a powerhouse. I see where Creed gets his stature from because this man is massive - I feel dwarfed just looking up at him! Wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with combat boots, he seems awfully at ease. His long blonde hair, now silver, is braided down his back, crow's feet and wrinkles marr his face but he doesn’t seem like an elderly man.

She did not look up. The tray was set at her feet and the man crouched low to slide on a pair of latex gloves which made her skin ripple with discomfort just by seeing them. He was no older than forty, with hair that greyed at the roots and features that held an imperturbable expression as he gestured for her to lower her hands. Alessia didn’t move. “Drop them, Omega,” the Alpha ordered. Drawing in a shallow breath, she realised she didn’t have a choice. She gritted her teeth and slowly lowered her arms, struggling to ignore the cool air that assaulted her chest.

The other boy, a child called Bruno, had told him he was a loser who would spend his life in prison like his Daddy. "Well, he's silly," I said. "You're going to be a world-famous animator. Everyone knows that. But remember what the counsellor said about using your words and not your fists?" Isaac puffed out his chest, jutting his chin out just like Kobe used to when he was trying to look tough. "My daddy said that real men..."

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

“I believe that it is time for me to find my own way, Mario.” “What the fucking hell are you talking about, Ezra?” Mario asked, frowning at my brother. I looked at him and he winked at me as Diego wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest. Our eyes met, and he nodded, letting me know that things went the way that he planned them to go. That our pack had its other Alpha, and that other Alpha was my brother. “Don’t worry, Mario, you’ll find out tonight. The main question would be going to mom; where are you planning to go?” Diego asked, shaking his head at his mother. “As it seems to me that things are changing in you nowadays,”

”Jeff and Brandon are Brothers? TBC

The situation sounded bizarre, but who was I to judge? "Well, no judgement here" Hunter shrugged, and sat down, "he'll suck your soul out". Brandon was here on some sort of scholarship. I didn't know much about him, but I knew that he'd been an olympic wrestler when he was just eighteen, and won gold. It wasn't hard to tell why. The guy was built like a refrigerator. "Can we do this then?" He asked, and I nodded and watched as he lay back on his bed, took yet another deep breath and closed his eyes. "Okay, go ahead" he swallowed, refusing to open his eyes as I looked nervously back at Hunter who shrugged.

Brandon looks down at his feet and chews at his lower lip still faking it. Wow! Such a drama king. "B-But y-you see I-I have this allergy th-that causes things to a-appear on my body a-and I-I have this cream that I-I have to apply all o-over my body. I-I forgot t-to do that a-at home s-so I asked Braze to help me out a-and I-I know you're a-a nurse b-but you're also a-a woman a-and I-I don't want to g-get n-naked in front of you, you know about me I am shy person,and-and if you see those things you think I am ugly and I hate it when someone call me ugly...." Brandon stammers and damn he's good.

In a family defined by massive egos, volcanic tempers, and enough shredded muscle to fill a stadium, you needed someone to keep the pot from boiling over. Brandon wasn't just some impulsive brawler, though. At 6’4”, with heavy shoulders and a frame built for impact, his prowess on the ice was undisputed. Along with Viktor Petrov, he formed the defensive spine of the Stormbreakers—Viktor was the silent sentinel, while Brandon was the life of the party. That lifestyle hadn't been an issue until a certain elegant journalist decided to splash Brandon’s late-night exploits across a digital front page, earning him a half-season suspension for "conduct detrimental to the pack."