Bryce Hawthorne Novels & Stories

I said and yanked my phone out of his hand. The moment I got outside and out of prying eyes, I looked down at my phone, his number was boldly written across the screen while his name was in tiny letters under it. I couldn't help but squeal in happiness, on the inside though, can't have them thinking anything of it. Blake's POV

It’s romantic, just like our picnic atop the mountain. At this point, I could smell my way to him. Alpha Wyatt has always smelled strongly of his cologne. I continue to follow the path until I come to a pedestal with a bouquet of flowers. There’s a note in the bouquet, it says, “Beautiful flowers for my beautiful little wolf.”

I am the eldest son of an Alpha and a breeder, a strong one, so my father pushed me harder to use a breeder, but I had hoped for my mate. The batch from North America didn't interest me nor did the batch from the South. The current batch is from Central America and so far held no interest for me either until she came out. Many of us higher ups sat up when she came out in her pale blue dress. She stood up on the podium and above her on the flat screen, came her statistics. ALPHA ONLY PRIME BREEDER NAME: KATE MARIE PAYNE AGE: 16 HAIR: BLONDE EYES: SILVER GREY

Bryce bowed slightly at me, "Hello Mrs. Arnold." I flinched a bit because of his actions. I'm sure I will never be getting used to this. "Hello, Bryce." I smiled at him. Watching them stand together, I could have sworn they were brothers. Both men looked equally graceful and sophisticated and held their shoulders high as elites. But they weren't brothers, Bryce was Eric's assistant, which made me wonder why I had never seen him until today. Wasn't an assistant supposed to stick with his boss wherever?

The higher you soared, the harder the fall. It was Friday, and I had been sitting in Bryce’s office. He was built like a block, solid, almost square with heavy shoulders and a thick bull neck. He looked far more like a retired boxer than a brain surgeon. Bryce motioned for me to sit on the examination table, then rolled up his sleeves. His forearms were thick and tanned—the kind that explained how he could fire a tennis ball like an Exocet missile. Playing tennis with Bryce had always been eighty percent pain. Everything he hit came back like a weapon, aimed straight at your body. Even with an open court, he still tried to blast the ball through you.

“What are you up to? “ He asked as he eyed my documents. “I-uh am looking for a job. I am going for an interview at Bradley Group, “ I admitted. “It’s a long walk from here so I have to run. “ “I could take you. You might be late if you walk. “ It became evident then that he knew the tragedy that had befallen my family. His ride was out of pity. “Markos…” “Let me, please, “ he said and closed the distance between us. We were so close that I could feel his body warmth. I wanted to bask in his comfort. Maybe I could wrap my arms around him just to remember what it felt like to be in his arms. But I didn’t. He was the one who left me with no explanation and broke my heart. I couldn't show him h

Not Carter’s heavy knock. This was… careful. Calculated. “Come in,” I said, already tensing. My wolf stirred and I frowned as I stared at the door, watching as it opened. The man who walked in was unfamiliar in the sense that I didn’t know him, and yet… something about him struck a chord. Tall, sharply built, with piercing gray eyes that could cut right through armor. There was something ancient about him. Something regal. And dangerous. “Need I help you?”

He smiled. The house was exactly like the one I described to him. Within a week we moved out of the apartment and into the house. I officially joined Thorn cider and helped Nick with running a branch of the company. My admin skills came in handy and my new skills I learned from my promotions came in handy with promoting one of their new lines along with handling the business meetings to secure new contracts. I was also given an opportunity to design a new label for their new launch. Life could not be going any better.

Laurette asked. Bryce had a habit of getting a headache after drinking white wine, so he rarely drank it. He mostly drank red wine or champagne. "There's one thing, can you help me with it when we get back?" Bryce said. It was a very ordinary conversation, but for some reason, Laurette could sense a hint of an old married couple's familiarity. She shook her head and said, "Oh." The two continued walking, crossing the colorful street, and not far ahead was the Grove City with several golden characters.

All she could think of was sleeping she had a long day at work. Bryce was an international model and actor, he had brown hair and dreamy hazel green eyes, he had a Spartan built body type, which drove women wild and made other men jealous. He had poster boy looks that could easily sell anything; that is why he was the most in demand actor and model. This pretty hot boy however had eyes for one woman .Bryce loved Iris with his heart they both had the perfect relationship and got each other but what seemed perfect and immaculate on the surface was about to have a stain which could ruin what was once pure and untouchable.