Brandon Stark Novels & Stories

He undresses himself too, and sits in bed next to Meredith, spooning her body. Is nothing erotic. It’s just care and love. Starks persuades him to act like this. His presence will help Meredith's wolf to heal her body and her soul. "Her wolf is strong," Stark said. "I feel it!" “She must be. She killed Francisco Castellano. And that man was a fucking alpha blood and a strong one, not an average one.” and kissing her neck, he tells Stark:: “I need to sleep, Stark” and he closed his eyes “The last two days were a nightmare. "I need to heal myself too."

“Haze, “ his deep voice rumbled as he raked his eyes all over me. Only HE called me that. “Markos, “ I said almost breathlessly. My heart was beating so fast it muffled all the other noises. My head was spinning so fast, I felt like I could faint just from seeing a ghost from my past. Gone was the tall scrawny kid with innocent features that I knew. He was replaced by an alpha male version that was tall and muscular with his form filling his suit out perfectly. He had a 5 O’clock shadow beard on his face that made him look even hotter and his hair was as dark as it had been before. And his eyes, oh God, his chocolate brown eyes were as beautiful and hypnotic as they had ever been.

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

“Brandon was right, you’re not dating his sister unless you’re afraid.” “I’m not afraid. He’s a puny little boy.” Bran puffed his chest and removed his shirt. All the work at the stables and the farm helped his muscles fill out, and as he tapped into his werewolf, that connection helped shape his body. “You call me a puny little boy?” Gran smiled secretly while she washed the vegetables in the sink. “Here, touch my muscle and tell me I’m not a man.” Marina’s cheeks grew red when Brandon grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest.

I don’t know the voice before I recognize the face. “Fuck”, I say under my breath, “Brandon". He is one of the few kills in my career that I couldn’t accomplish. He stares at me with deep brown eyes fixed inside deep sockets. His skin is almost the complexion of coal. 6'9 and all shoulders, he towers over all of us. Muscles from a naturally active lifestyle ripple under his taut skin. He watches me out of the corner of his eye, and I can tell he wants to kill me---shoot me.

So, yeah, he’s also a badass, it just looks different than my form of badassery. Our youngest brother Dax is currently the pack’s Lead Warrior, which means he works closely with Gamma Bree in running trainings and sparring sessions, and with me when it comes to battle strategy. Thanks to my parents’ leadership, leadership which I at least hope I’m carrying on, there’s been little reason for the latter, but I like knowing that I have one of my brothers, someone whom I trust implicitly, in that role. And, my parents, while retired, still live on pack lands while they enjoy their retirement. So, I’m really very lucky. But it’s still not the same as what I see Cayden has with Zella or Bree has w

He lifted her hair and smelled her. I smiled before remembering that Stella was gone because of this asshole and turned my attention back to Amelia grabbing his throat. Her claws had lengthened and she gashed open his thigh. Alpha Brandon growled in pain. “You’ll never find her, you bitch.” His gaze was murderous. ‘Who is his beta?’ I mind linked my father who was still holding my mother, though he had turned to look at me. ‘His name is Gavin.’ Nathan and my mates swiftly left the dungeon to find Gavin.

I smiled slowly, coldly. “So,” I murmured, stepping from the shadows, “you want to protect the little traitor now?” “She is mine to deal with,” he said evenly. “Not yours. As for Annalise, I believe that you are no fool, you have chosen to side against our blood.” “Everything is mine to deal with.” I stepped closer, aura coiling. “And you don’t give me orders, brother. You lost that chance years ago.” A flash of fear crossed his eyes, the same fear I had seen when he stabbed me. The same fear when I walked away from death as if it were a mild inconvenience.

“The little charity case. Walking all by himself.” “Let me pass, Brandon,” I said, my voice shaking despite my best efforts to sound brave. “You think you're so special, don't you?” he snapped, his mood flipping into instant rage. He stepped closer, towering over me. “You're nothing but a slut. A dirty little whore carrying a bastard pup. You thought Malice was going to protect you forever?” Brandon let out a loud, mocking laugh. “I beat him, Nathaniel! I put that bastard in chains, and he is fucking DEAD. The Council took care of him.”

Stupid man. Clarissa nudges me with her elbow, I stare at his verified bio and whisper the words. Brandon Stark Husband to @elnamahle Businessman.