Bryce O'connor Novels & Stories

Not just a wolf. But a force of nature. And no matter how much I wanted to run from him, some part of me—some maddening, aching part—knew it would be impossible. Whether I liked it or not, this man, this beast, this protector… was mine. And I was his. Our eyes were still locked when footsteps echoed across the ruined chamber. His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet.

Owen's pov It was obvious from the look on the alpha's face that he didn't want us near the mysterious woman that had me and my brothers weak in the knees and that pissed me off because his mate was sitting on her knees right next to him. I was confused as to why he was acting as if he and she was an item, my wolf growled at the thought of his mate with another man. Axel turned to her and asked her, her name, in which she only replied it was not important right now and there were bigger things to concentrate on. Raising my left eyebrow I looked her over from head to toe, she had blood covering her but it didn't look like it was her blood, a small smear of blood was on her cheek and I was afr

Braide found herself charmed by his impeccable manners and genuine interest in their family life. Unbeknownst to Boma's parents, their daughter watched this display of charm with a heavy heart. Her fear of Donovan remained hidden, trapped beneath layers of silence. She yearned to confess her fears to her parents, but the grip of her anxiety and Donovan's dominance held her back.

she rushed out, fear evident on her face. “Who is he?” Bryan snapped in a voice laced with irritation. “He said his name is Connor, Your Highness.” Nodding, Bryan threw open his office door and glared at Alpha Connor of the Red Moon Pack. He’d asked Elliot to cancel his meeting with the Alpha earlier. He was sure that Connor wouldn’t have the balls to show up in his office. When Bryan walked in, he met Connor sitting behind his desk in his seat, his muscles bulging from his shirt so much that it looked ridiculous, as if it was his favorite shirt since he was 10.

"Bry...Alpha Bryan." Shit!

But if he even thought of harming my mate then I would definitely rip off his throat before dying. He held up his hands placatingly. "I mean no harm, honestly." His grin was all teeth. I stayed on guard. He looked over my shoulder and bowed curtly. "My lady, I apologise for my rude behaviour. My name is Connor O'Brian. I am Damian's old acquaintance." Myra had been a silent presence until now. She side-stepped and came forward to stand beside me. She curtsied and said warily, "Pleased to meet you."

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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.

What did she want from me? My dad's name is Chansey Slate, he is Beta to our Alpha, Brock Landon. My father is married to Rebecca Slate, and I have a brother named Tyler, who is my twin. We look like complete opposites. I have dark brown hair, his is raven black, which I envy, to be honest. He's darker-skinned toned than I am. He's extremely well built, meaning he's super muscular for his age, since he is always working out! And I mean working out all the damn time, just like his arrogant best friend, Blake.

"A better deal than we had with the Vincenzos. That’s all we’re asking for." Connor Marian was a well-known name in certain circles, an Irish drug dealer who had built his empire in the States, distributing for l'signor Della Notte. He was a man who had seen decades of deals, betrayals, and bloodshed. Beside him sat his son, Cillian Marian, a younger, far more dangerous version of his father.