Caleb Spade Novels & Stories

"Mason treats his Thoroughbreds like sacred relics. He wouldn't want my wolf scent spooking his prize stallions." He closes my door and slides into the driver’s seat. I study Caleb, suddenly intrigued. "You sound like you know your way around a stable, though." Caleb smirks as we pull out of the Compound. "I spent four years working the ranch circuits in the Northern Territories before I joined the Syndicate," he says. "That’s exactly why Mason keeps me off the saddles. He knows I’d ride them like a scout instead of a show-dog, and he likes his 'Mask of Civility' to stay perfectly groomed."

***CALEB*** “WHAT THE HELL!” I exclaimed in shock as I placed my coffee mug on my central table. I keenly kept my eyes on the TV, watching the news report; my brother's fiancee and my mate had been found dead and buried in a shallow grave back in the Woodcreek mountain at the borders of Woodthorn. Grrrrrr Grrrrr! Grrrrr grrrr!! My phone rang. I picked up the phone with my eyes still glued to the TV and placed it in my ear.

So, we are getting ready to leave for the airport as we speak. I finished loading our bags in the taxi and got inside. Caleb and James, our other group leaders, are from the neighboring packs, and they will also be going home. But, not until next week. Caleb belongs to the Crescent Moon pack, and James belongs to the Blood Moon pack. From the little that I know, all three of our packs are allied, and the three are the most powerful ones there are these days. I closed the door to the taxi and signaled the driver to go.

Caleb looked at his best friend when Stefan took his name. “I think there is a misunderstanding here. It’s Cole, my best friend”, Caleb said in a worried tone. “It is our Beta’s only son” Alpha Riley tried to talk to Natalie and was about to tell her something was wrong with her spell, but Natalie’s next statement shocked him to his core. “He is not Cole, he is an imposter”, Natalie said emotionlessly. “Caleb, what is happening here?” The brunette guy who is the same age as Caleb said in a frightened tone.

Now, when it's almost time for bed, I'm trying to focus on N*****x and the piece of ice cream I have in my bottle cap, but. Caleb is working out further away from the TV. He is standing up, curling weights shirtless. A sheen of sweat coats his tanned body. His ass is plump inside his boxer briefs, and I'm trying so hard not to look, but damn, he is hella fine! Caleb chuckles. "You know, even if you're tiny, I can see that you're looking at me, Teacup." A maddening blush burns my face. "I'm totally focusing on the TV... I love watching Iron Chef!"

Maya looked terrified, clutching her tablet as she watched the armored doors of the lead truck swing open. I walked out onto the steps of the villa, expecting to see a stern-faced military commander leading the engineers. Instead, my breath caught. Stepping out of the passenger side was Caleb himself. He wore a crisp black shirt underneath a long, midnight-blue woolen coat that made his broad shoulders look impossibly imposing. His silver-streaked hair caught the cold wind, and his icy blue eyes locked onto me instantly. The sales staff hovered at a distance, holding their breath, waiting for the explosive confrontation.

I snort and look over to Alex, who is glaring at Leo, who does nothing but flip him off, eyes never leaving the TV. "Are you gonna leave us out of the introductions?" My eyes flick to the second man now. He looks shorter, with a bald shaven head and dark skin. He was extremely muscular, a little too much for my liking. His eyes were completely focused on the screen, and he was biting his lip in concentration. It just looked like they were shooting people to me. Who knew it required so much focus? "Yeah, yeah. That's Caleb. He doesn't just look like a dick, he actually is one."

“I honestly have no idea. You have always confused me with your behaviour. You can be a quiet, broken girl one minute and an outgoing, eccentric person the next. I have no idea who you truly are. Every single day, I find out something new about you. I don't know your story. What has shaped you into the person you are today? But one thing I do know is that I was completely mistaken about you. I should have known better than to make assumptions about you. I should have been more open with you, especially after everything you have been through.” Caleb didn't realize it when he came so close to her with both her hands in his palm. He was caressing her palms without her knowledge. “I was right. I

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I don't think I can go through that pain again. I sink into my seat, realization hitting me like a firing ball. I've once again belittled myself in front of him. Caleb Da Stephano. The disgustingly rich, handsome, drop dead gorgeous grandson of a prosperous family. Caleb had been the second reason for my depression growing up. I'd only known him for three years in elementary school and those had been the worst days of my life. Well..... Before Michaela Featherstone. Caleb had been the bane of my existence, the only agony I'd known as a young girl. At such a tender age, no one should ever have to be subjected to the cruelties he'd subjected me to.