Captain Beatty Character Traits Novels & Stories

I glance at Charlie and see the same desire to have a son on his face that I’m sure is on mine. “While I like the idea of a stealthy approach, I don’t think it’s needed with Alpha Brady. He’s arrogant because of his traps. He thinks he’s safe behind them. Showing up with several trucks and beginning to blow his traps will send him into a fit. I’ve gotten the impression from him that he’s impulsive, not intelligent in his fighting.” “I would agree,” I say.

"Tied up loose ends. Both of them were liabilities by the end." "You murdered your own partners. Felt nothing?" "I felt relief. They'd served their purpose. Time to clean house." Becca's expression was flat, empty. "I don't feel things the way normal people do. Empathy, guilt, remorse those are weaknesses. I eliminated them years ago." "You're a sociopath," Hayes said flatly. "I'm pragmatic. There's a difference." Becca looked directly at Marissa. "Though I suppose to you, it amounts to the same thing. A monster who destroyed your life for revenge over something you didn't even do."

I said. “Yeah. He is the one with the temper.” Beau says and I fully agreed. He was the one with shoulder length hair, goatee and full of tattoos. He was the one that everyone else was scared of. If he was the one to demand something, then I knew that my other mates would probably get in line. Because he could kill them in one strike. But then again, so could I. I just didn’t show it off like he did.

That she prepared him for the final blow. A chill ran through me. No… no. That couldn’t be. I forced myself to shut my eyes, tried to breathe, to pull myself out of that dark hole. Maybe I was overthinking it. Maybe it wasn’t as twisted as it sounded in my head. Becky had always been calm, soft-spoken, reliable. She never behaved like someone harboring hatred or envy. Mr. Caruso treated her as more than a maid, almost like a sister and she responded with loyalty. She felt like family.

Taking a deep breath is even more impossible and I struggle for sips of air. After a second or two, the pain eases up and I'm able to pull up my heavy head. I watch as Atticus approaches, prowling toward me like a big, ghostly cat. I struggle to get to my feet, but stumble back, hitting my head hard against the wall. I feel warm blood roll down my neck. I'm beaten and he knows it. CHAPTER 52 ** Brad ** Man to Man "You had a chance to leave, yet you chose to stay," Atticus says, looking genuinely curious. "Do you love her?"

I could tell that it wasn’t last yet, maybe almost ten o’clock. I looked back and saw Asher heading into the cell room. Asher was a good beta and has been with me during any form of difficulty. He was determined, brave, respectful, trustworthy, efficient and many more admirable character traits. I didn’t know why I was thinking about Asher now.

Some of us were rogues, some came here after receiving a devastating rejection of the mate bond, and others simply came because they were misused. My father had raised me to not judge anyone until they showed their true character. He had been a beta, true to his alpha, he liked order, discipline, and schedules as well. For all his logic, he was also a compassionate man full of empathy and understanding. He was a remarkable individual and I often envied how his character was a harmonious blend of strength, wisdom, and compassion. He carried himself with quiet authority, embodying the values he held dear. Those who looked into his eyes often found themselves met with a warmth that made them fe

“Have her moved to the second floor. It would seem my queen favors her.” His queen, he says. I would laugh, but I have none of that left in me, so I stay still, watching Raya and the guard leave, watching him walk across my room and retrieve a piece of cloth, with which he wipes my cheeks gently. Atticus confuses me on some days. The thing about psychopaths that makes them deadly is their unpredictable nature. He would backhand me when necessary, roughen me up, and then tend to my injuries with such gentleness, it is hard to believe those hands belong to a monster.

But he suddenly had a sinking feeling that he had been wrong, and that the knowledge had had the opposite effect on Bev. Charles leaned against the wall and pressed the side of his face into the cold tile. The more he learned about Bev, the more he liked her. When she had seen someone hurting, even someone like Brady, she had rushed out to apologize and make sure he was okay. She was genuine and didn’t place money on a pedestal. Charles pushed away from the tile and shook his head. He’d known that Bev would have to eventually find out who he was. It wasn’t like it was a secret that he’d be able to keep. He had hoped that he’d be able to keep it quiet a little longer, though. Long enough for

You answer to me, remember. She nodded and cleared her throat. "The Boss can be cocky, arrogant, controlling, manipulative, hotheaded, and attractive. What makes it worse is that he knows it. He has bloodlust. He stares at people with some undertone of rage, as though he wishes for them to mess up so he can put a bullet in them. However, the moment he looks at you or talks about you, it's gone; he is content. And that is quite far from the man most of us know, who always seems rather isolated. He trusts very few people, which includes his family. He’s searching for something." I stared at Alessia from under my full semi-permanent lashes, before grinning. Alessia was purely talented, no doubt