Brock Hudson Novels & Stories

"Tell me you are at the building!" "We are outside the lobby " a low gravelly voice answered. It was Brock. He was a fix-it guy I hired from the docks. He would do jobs for green bills. "The rain is coming down hard. The street is empty except for a grey sedan parked at the corner. No Vale security trucks are around."

We haven’t even had the chance to really talk about the past year and what was going to happen. “I can hear the gears in your head churning, little bear.” Brock says his voice a low rumble. He had always had a low rumbling voice; he could make mountains to bow before him with the way his voice sounds. “I’m not overthinking anything,” I scoff. It was true though, I was overthinking. “We’ll be home soon and then we will talk because there are things that you need to know.” He says. “That’s not ominous at all.” “Well, let’s just say that the Hallowed Manes Pack isn’t the only group of supernaturals with a demigod in their midst.”

She looked genuinely excited. Completely unaware that the two boys sitting in front of her hated each other’s existence. “Ryan, this is Miles.” Her hand landed on my shoulder. “My son.” I wanted the floor to open and swallow me My mother then turned toward me. “Miles, this is Ryan.” She smiled. “Your new stepbrother.” I felt like I was about to faint. My ears started ringing. The room suddenly felt too warm. My new step brother? Ryan? What sort of joke is this,

I stumbled, my shoulder hit the locker and I stayed there with one hand braced against the metal, ears ringing, cheek burning, the hallway silent in the specific way it went silent when something had just happened that couldn't be taken back. Nobody moved. Then a voice came from the far end of the corridor. Quiet and absolute.. The kind of voice that didn't need volume because it already owned the space it moved through. "Take your hand off her." Damien turned slowly. Jaxon was at the end of the hallway. Bag dropped at his feet. His hockey team spread out behind him without being asked, the way wolves arranged themselves around their Alpha without thinking about it. His hands were at his sid

Then his gaze lands on me, and he lets out a long whistle, steps away from Cicero, and stands with his hands on his waist, staring wholeheartedly at me as if I'm a pure discovery. He turns to Cicero and shakes his head in wonder. “Lucky bastard,” he chuckles. “How the fuck did you get so lucky to be blessed with such an Angel?” Cicero tugs me closer to him, a big, proud smile on his face. “I’m the man after God's heart.” They both laugh, except Brody, who seems to be avoiding my gaze, which is understandable. Rufus used to play for the Ice Hawks until he transferred to the Islanders, and now living with his distant cousin, Brody Lichman and his family.

Music played in the background, adding to the celebratory ambiance of the evening. Donovan stood before the gathered crowd, a smile playing on his lips as he raised his glass in a toast. "First and foremost, I give God thanks and secondly, I must thank my dear wife, Mrs Braide Donovan Garrett," he stated proudly, his voice warm with affection. "Your unwavering support, love, and belief in me have been my greatest source of strength. I am endlessly grateful for finding you." Boma's cheeks flushed with pride as Donovan's words washed over her, and she met his gaze with affectionate admiration. The crowd erupted into cheers, echoing Donovan's sentiments and celebrating the newfound victory.

I laughed. Chris shook his head. “So who’s the mistress? She must be tiny to live in a place like this. Hell, I had to duck through the door and you have at least four inches on me.” I tossed back the full can and grabbed another one. “You know her.” Harrison and Chris looked at me, interested. Claude smiled. We had actually been talking a lot lately. We formed a solid alliance but he said he didn’t trust his Beta. Harrison’s father was Chris’ old Beta and they both held the same ideals. A lot of things Claude had to do was without his Beta and Gamma. I felt bad for him. Without Scott or Ricky over the years I probably wouldn’t have gotten to where I was today.

he murmured, “looks like someone wants to send a message. He didn't even try to hide it this time. He chose to send his men to die. It's only a matter of time before he starts reacting himself if we don't put a stop to him, Alpha.” I didn’t answer. My eyes stayed locked on the body. Because I knew that Alessandro was right. We needed to put a stop to the Wolf. We always did. And yet something in me told me not to. I couldn't. The man was my brother. Even standing against him was not one that I wanted. But he made his choice when he chose to leave. It was a hard choice for me to accept, but I had no other options. I open my mouth to speak, only to stop when I heard a sound, just the faint noi

I ask playfully. He shoots me a sideways glance. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see, princess.” A smirk tugs at his lips. I’m starting to learn that there are a few different versions of Brock. There’s this one- my personal favorite. The one that’s sarcastic and snarky. The one who likes to play and laugh. Then there’s the broody guy that shuts down. The intense one. The one who is so crippled by his past that he can’t move into the future. And then there’s the one that’s completely devoid of emotion, like a goddamn robot. All business all the time. That last one scares me a little. He’s hard and ruthless- I feel like he could watch the life drain from someone’s eyes without flinching.