Brock Hudson Novels & Stories

He had to know the only place that would land him was six fit under in the cold hard ground. I already knew where I was going. All the men in that room were gangsters or affiliated with gangs. What Hazel was doing there was a mystery I wanted to uncover. The man she was standing with was Alonzo. He was the worst snake in the camp. I hated that man with a passion. He was into human and sex trafficking, a sport I didn’t participate in. I may have been a cold motherfucker but I still held some of my humanity. Human beings were not commodities to be traded like drugs or ammo. Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists.

"Good to see you. You look like a lumberjack." "I feel like a pack mule," Atlas groaned, dropping the cheap beer onto our tiny counter. "Do you have any idea how heavy wet mulch is? I've been hauling it for eight weeks. My lower back is destroyed." "Welcome to the working class," I smirked, walking over to grab a beer. I twisted the cap off and handed it to him. "How's the Alabama squad looking for the season?" "We're going to win the National Championship," Atlas stated with absolute, arrogant certainty, taking a long pull from the bottle. He looked at Evans, his dark eyes scanning his brother's face, checking the pupil dilation and the balance. "How's the brain, kid? You cleared?"

I suppose that’s why Brock’s wife left him for the elder statesman. Daniel knocks firmly on the door. Brock’s deep voice rumbles from inside, and Daniel calls out through the wood, announcing that the catechist’s wife is here to see him. The door swings open and Daniel steps back. "Please, go on in." I give him a tight nod and walk inside. I pass through the small entryway. Brock isn't there, so I confidently walk straight into the massive living room. I spot him immediately, standing near the far wall, staring intently at a large, framed award.

he took a bite of an apple and grabbed a chunk of meat from the plate I offered him. “So what’s your plan” I asked and Brock was silent for a while, chewing his food then he stood. “We would be outnumbered ten to one, we need to be on the run” he said and I nodded. Brock suddenly froze and sniffed, then he grabbed me from where I was and rolled away, seconds later the spot where I was sitting exploded as a grenade was thrown there. Brock whipped out his sword and turned to me. “Grab the backpacks” he yelled and roared out in challenge and the entire sky darkened, I stared in awe at his display of power. We put on our backpacks and Brock grabbed my hand and took off.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

"The note on the back says 'don't try to remember.' Who writes that?" "Someone who really doesn't want you to." She paused. "Do you think it's connected to Mystery Boy?" I hadn't made that connection. But now... "D.H. Desmond Hayes. He's on the hockey team." "And he looked at you like you'd killed his dog." "Yeah." "So maybe he knows something?" "Or maybe I'm connecting random dots because I didn't sleep." Maren stood, grabbed my jacket. "Only one way to find out. Come on."

Brock stopped and glanced over his shoulder. Bron was still standing near the door, his hands casually resting in his pockets. He gave a small, approving nod to Samuel before looking at his brother. "The man is right. A deal is a deal. We are here for the property, not for anything else. Stand down." Brock let out an annoyed, heavy breath. He gave Hazel one last dirty look before stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest. “We are not done.” He said, as a lustful smile returned, “perhaps I will convince you later on.”

, he nudged Brodie, "What about you son?" Brodie was a contrast to his father. Although he was tall and muscular like him, Hudson had dark hair, not quite black but close. There was a small streak of grey starting to appear around his left ear and his eyes were also a deep brown. They held warmth to those who pleased him and could shatter a person who didn't. Brodie had his mother's unusual silver hair and crystal blue eyes. He didn't often say alot but he took everything in around him.

Roman led me up onto the stage where his family was currently standing. Brock was jogging towards the stage with two other guys in tow. Holy hell. Was there something in the water here in this pack that made them all beasts? The guy directly behind Brock was built like a mountain. I had never seen anyone with that many muscles or build before. The guy behind him was built like a strong warrior. ‘Mountain. Apt description,’ Storm mused. Her nose went into the air as she inhaled. ‘He’s a hybrid. Werewolf and werebear. Nice combination. It makes him a super-predator.’