Caleb Died Bratayley Novels & Stories

She thought that he would be very happy that she finally got rid of the enemy, but… “Bro, I am sorry. If I had known that Elara meant so much to you, I never would have killed her. I… I was just afraid that she might try to harm us, that was why I had to get rid of her. Plus, that was our agreement, remember? She would help me get better, and then we would get rid of her.” “Fuck the agreement,” Caleb said as he kicked the hospital bed. He looked at his family and left without saying another word.

"It's embarrassing, really. My pack depends on me, and so far, I've managed to kill three members." "You've killed your own pack members?" "Yes, I have, and I'm not proud of it." Caleb sits up with a heavy sigh. He is naked, so I avert my eyes and stare outside the cave. Again, why can't my mate be ugly? A girl could get in trouble with all those muscles... I wet my lips. "You will learn how to control the lycan."

11:00 at night. I kept trying to understand why all these guys were celebrating like this if his best friend had passed away. Maybe most of these guys are out of their minds, I thought. In addition, what I just witnessed was disturbing, the fact that Dalton made that gesture caught my attention, I immediately related that gesture with what had happened to Max, but ... Why would Dalton do it? What does Dalton have to do with Max? I moved away from where he was, because the truth is that boy was scaring me more and more, first in the way he appears and now pointing his fingers at me in the form of a pistol.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

"What are you talking about? Who?" "Caleb," the younger officer said quickly. "The CEO of the JE Group, Caleb Jepson." Aria stumbled back, almost losing her footing. The older officer continued. "The coroner said that Caleb's time of death was between 7 and 9 p.m. last night. We spoke to neighbors, and they didn't hear a fight. The coroner also confirmed that the fatal wound was a single blow to the back of his head." "We believe the person who killed Caleb was someone he trusted and had his guard down around," the younger officer added, interrupting again.

My heart immediately began pounding harder as I stared at the dark stain spreading across the fabric. I tried to lift his shirt, but he stopped me. “What is this, Wyatt?” I asked, my heart racing inside my chest. “It’s nothing,” he muttered, pulling me toward him again, rendering me silent. “Caleb just got a few blows, but it’s over now. It’s finally over, Alex.” My breath hitched. “Did you kill him?” “I did,” he muttered. “The Carnage Pack is finally free.” I couldn’t help it anymore.

“Then if you lose her, at least you know she was happy. But I have to admit, I think you are being a little dramatic.” “You aren’t losing her, Because I gave her an Alpha’s order not to die,” Caleb says. James and I frown at him. “You can’t order someone not to die.” “Can and I did.” Caleb shrugs. “Told her I’d blame you as well and things would be horrible for you.” He points at me and I scoff. “I’d blame myself,” I mutter, turning back to the fire.

I jumped to my feet like a little excited child, giddy to give his mother interesting news. As I was about to walk out, Caleb rushed into the room, excitement all over his face. “What is it? Why do you look so excited?” “It’s the Beta.” He replied, swallowing. “Yeah, what about him?” “He—he’s dead. Just a few minutes ago, he died from his injuries.” I paused, falling onto the chair behind me. “Are you okay?” Caleb asked, perhaps shocked by my reaction. Shocked that I wasn’t dancing around. “Theodore, are you okay?”

She looked at his face as he slumped to the floor, as the life force began to leave him. His face was supposed to shift back. To Sam. Or Kyle. Or whoever was shape-shifting. But it did not. It was still Caleb. He was dying, and it was really him. Caitlin sunk to her knees beside him, and let out a long, horrific wail. It was the wail of a tortured animal. It had been Caleb along. Her one and only love. And she had killed him. Caleb lay there, looking up, and even though he was dying, even though she had killed him, he still smiled at her.

He pushed himself up, wiped his dry hand across his face, and went to the door. He opened it to Lucy's helpless eyes. "Sorry, Lucy. I can't go with you today." Her expression showed confusion and hurt. "But… you promised Jesse today—" Flint pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. "Caleb died." A flash of displeasure crossed Lucy's face, but she still tried to secure the familiar attentions for her son. "Jesse already told his new friends you'd personally take him to school today…" Flint waved a tired hand and refused gently, "Tell them I'm on a mission. I'll meet his new friends another time."