Cal Trask Novels & Stories

“Yes and no” “What do you mean by that? Get straight to the point.” I say, already starting to lose my patience. “Chill, man. I think I know who the traitor is” “Who is the motherfucker?” I ask, my temper rising. Carson pauses for a moment, and says, “Kim”. “Kim” I can’t believe what I am hearing. “Yes, Kim” he reiterates. “I am coming right now” I state quickly. “Won’t you take Nala to school?” Carson asks.

"I'm just someone trying to do what I should have done a long time ago. Ignore everything. ...." "Ignoring won't help you, young man. Vaskal Stein is not the man you think he is." "I know. That's why I keep trying not to do anything." Tristan replied as he finished his cigarette, then threw it on the ground and stomped on it. "I just want to see what Uncle Vaskal can do with his allies in the Dauntless family. I want to see how much he wants the Taktha as the Alpha of this pack." "That would be very dangerous."

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

Torches lined the black stone walls, casting flickering light across the gathered warriors, their armor scarred from countless battles. At the head of the hall, lounging in a carved obsidian throne, sat Valerian—Alpha of the Night Walker Pack. He was a sight to behold. Rugged. Uncompromising. Every inch of him spoke of raw power and the relentless life he had lived. His hair was dark, thick, and untamed, falling just past his shoulders in careless waves. A jagged scar ran from the corner of his left brow down to the edge of his cheekbone, a mark of a battle he had won—and one he wore with pride. His jaw was strong, covered in a rough stubble that did little to hide the sharpness of his featu

“Relax, we’ll get through this. Then we’ll go home and forget all about it.” Alpha Cole Danvers of the Maple Grove Pack snorted. “I think this will haunt us for a long time.” Cole was in front how them and turned to say this to Cal. “Cal, is this your mate?” “Yes, this is Tara Travers. Tara, this is Alpha Cole Danvers of the Maple Grove Pack. He was a hermit and didn’t appear at the fundraiser.” “Oh, hello.” Tara wasn’t sure why he was looking at her like he was. “Is there a problem with my makeup or something?”

I called. Tristan walked into my office, his cell phone to his ear. I eyed his dark suit as I waited patiently for him to finish talking. I was one of the few people who knew how many scars it hid. Most from knives and bullets. But there were some he wouldn’t talk about. Not even to me or Enzo. "It's done," he said when he got off the phone. "No one will find that body when the cartel gets done with it.” "Perfect." I sat forward, indicating for him to sit in the chair across from me. "So, now...” I hesitated, but only for a moment, “now we convince Veda to become her sister."

His heart thundered in his chest, not from fear of battle, but from fear of her. He was Tristan Walker, Alpha of the Melting Moon Pack. But tonight, as he walked to Evandra, he felt like nothing more than a man trying to earn the chance to be forgiven.

Presley mocked. “Well, in our pack that it fact. Calypso is the Alpha, and Cassidy is the Beta. Cain and Wyatt are co-Enforcers, Eddy is the Delta and I am the Gamma,” Harlan explained. “We could have you trialled and punished for this!” Truman warned. Calypso frowned. “For what? Telling you the truth?” “This is blatant lies! How dare you even continue to lie to our faces?” Dumont growled. “Watch your tone Dumont. We are not lying to you, and so I don’t see how it is our problem that you refuse to see the truth! Mrs Thurman has set some rooms for you. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Calypso said calmly.

I NEED BLOOD FOR BLOOD DAWSON'S POV~~ "What do you mean by they are burnt, a assigned you a job, only so I would visit my family to avoid suspicions and you are here telling me they are burnt, did I ever order you to kill them, I only wanted to teach them a lesson, oh shit" "I'm sorry sir" " Sorry for your mother" " Sir " " Right no you will not get the money to foot your mom's bill" " Sir... sir..." I disconnected, what have these rascal done, Mr.Bryan must surely find a way to track me.