Brock Hudson Novels & Stories

Living in the hillside villa would provide a clear panoramic view of the entire city, surrounded by lush greenery and top-notch air quality. What was even more captivating was that, during sunrise and sunset, a radiant sunbeam would pierce through. It would create a halo of light that enveloped the villa in breathtaking beauty. Brock arrived early at the Heavensgate villa sales center. This Heavensgate villa project was Jacob's. However, after the events of last night, Brock's face was bruised and battered. Even his position at the sales center underwent a drastic change. Originally, relying on his connections with Jacob, he held the position of sales manager at the sales center.

“What do you know about her?” I blow out a breath, shaking my head. “Just her name. Serena Harper.” Brock furrows his brow. “Harper… why does that sound familiar?” My eyebrows shoot up. “Does it?” I feel a flicker of hope, realizing that I, too, have been pretty damn suspicious of Serena since meeting her. But if Brock recognizes her name, maybe her story is legitimate after all… “Pretty sure I knew a Brendan Harper back in Wyoming,” Brock growls, taking a sip of his coffee. He swallows it down before continuing. “He was about my age. Moved up to Alpha of his pack right around the time I was leaving.”

"Where is the Governor of Havenwood? Get him here!" Then, a figure quickly emerged from a nearby building. It was Brock, the Governor of Havenwood! Brock and Russell had been hiding inside, wary of anyone from St. Merilo making a foolish move. Their goal was simple—to ensure Matthias could unleash his wrath without interruption. They were prepared to sacrifice all the families in St. Merilo if necessary. Matthias targeting only the Vaughn family was already a favorable outcome for them. "I'm Brock Mueller, the Governor of Havenword, and I'm at your service, Lord Matthias!" Brock spoke with respect, standing behind Matthias.

The stupid smile I get, "hello crazy, busy?" He chuckles and sighs, "in a meeting as we speak." "I'm sorry, you can call me back when you done." "No baby, what do you need?" Declan Emerson is the only man who can make me blush. "It's about the rogues, the boy he's fifteen. Name Brock, he's from Dark Jewel." There is silence at the end of the line, and I know he's just as in shock as we were. Archie walks over and points at the phone, "Declan?"

he declared, ignoring the two men glaring daggers at the back of his head. His words had Hunter furrowing his brows and looking back and forth between me and Brock. “What is this?” Jared blurted, not turning his eyes away even for a second. I wanted to shrink into the shadows and disappear from plain sight. “More importantly, who are you?” Hunter sneered, his eyes pinned on Brock with a hot flaming gaze. At first, Brock simply turned around to face Hunter, but I didn’t expect him to shift right then and there, into the dragon that took my breath away from the first time.