Brandon Kroeger Novels & Stories

What had pounced on me wasn’t some giant alpha beast. “Long time no see!” “…” “I came straight from the airport as soon as I returned to Washington today! I missed you so much, Brother!” “…” “Brother?” “…Who are you?” “What do you mean who am I! It’s obviously me!” A beautiful boy with a somehow familiar face waved his hand at me cheerfully. Though he seemed to be about twice the size I remembered… “Ta-da! The man Harper has returned from Spain as a dominant alpha!”

One that probably got him into a lot of beds. Great. Just what I needed tonight. A gigolo. “What do you want?” “I'm Leo. You look like you've had a rough day. I'm a good listener if you would like to share” I scoffed. “I don't need company. Especially not from you. Get lost” His grin spread wider and he said. “Alright” However, he did not move. My fingers traced the rim of my empty glass. The tequila wasn't doing its job to numb the pain.

LANEY "I can't believe you are officially twenty one we going to get shit faced tonight "my friend Alison says "bitch I can't wait I even want to get laid "so you climbing that chocolate mountain tonight ?"she asks wiggling her brows I smile "yes we have been going out for two months already I need it " she laughs while I put on the final touch ups on my make up. A knock comes at my bedroom door "come in "I say my stepbrother Zach steps in his unruly jet black waves come to his eyes which are framed by thick black glasses hiding the true colour of his eyes sometimes they green or blue I am not sure.

“Thank you. It’s been a while Claude. Last time I saw you, you were barely at my waist.” Grasping the Alpha’s arm, I looked over him. He was a couple years older than Liam and while he wasn’t as nearly as tall as I was, he still held a powerful presence. Over years, he had grown a lot and I had to admit that he looked far more like his mother than his father. Looking at the door, Chris stepped in, whistling. “When your Beta said you were out in the middle of the fucking forest, I thought he was joking.” Chris walked in, holding a case of beer and a bag of food.

I tried to make sense of what he was trying to convey, but before I could react, he loomed close, gripping my shoulders and pulling me towards him. I stared at my ex-beta in disbelief, never expecting him to come to my pack and confront me in such a way. Anger surged within me, my eyes blazing red as I locked gazes with him. "You are just a former beta and have no right in this pack. You also do not have the right to speak to me in any manner you please," I retorted firmly.

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

A lot. “Leo, is this your pack?” The big guy’s cheeks flushed, and then his gaze darted to Gabe and then Odis. “Yes.” He was wearing a green, ripped sleeveless shirt and I could clearly make out the hickies along his neck. They almost matched mine, but I had a sneaking suspicion he might have more. “What a small world,” I murmured.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.