Captain Beatty Novels & Stories

The Captain and I are locked into a stalemate for a long, long moment, neither of us given in. He glares down at me, baring his teeth just slightly, trying to get me to break. But I just stare back up at him, impassive. I’ve dealt with Alphas bigger than him all my life. If he thinks he can scare me, he’s got a big surprise coming. The Captain snaps his head to the side, looking in at the room of quiet Cadets just quietly watching us in a little bit of fearful awe.

"You are not your father, Jaxson. You didn't do this. He abandoned you, and now he's trying to use you to clean up his bloody mess, but we are going to burn his empire to the ground. Together. Do you hear me?" Jaxson let out a ragged, broken exhale, burying his face deeper into my neck as his massive arms wrapped around my waist, holding me so tight it bruised, anchoring himself to my heartbeat like I was the only solid thing left in the world. He pressed a desperate, lingering kiss to my collarbone, his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin, before he finally pulled back, wiping his face with the back of his hand. The vulnerable, broken boy vanished, and the cold, calculating captain s

"Beginner's luck." "Only one way to find out. Again?" I offered a small smile. "Fine. I'm not holding back this time," he said, a sharp wave of determination flashing in his eyes. Losing wasn't in his nature. "A captain shouldn't be losing to a girl who doesn't even play the sport. Let's go, shawty." "Whenever you're ready, I'm ready," I replied smoothly, locked into the match. After a few seconds, I realized his character on the screen wasn't moving at all. I glanced over and caught him staring at me with a strange, searching look.

It is common for fighters to mask their emotions in order to pose a threat to their opponent. "Beast is my underling. I'm the captain here! I've done far more than this when I was your age, so if you tried to impress me with your strength, you failed! I'll advise you know how you talk to me! Don't throw your weightless weight around me!" Declan scoffs. "Captain? Your aura is identical to that of beast! You must be a mere ceremonial head because there isn't anything particularly impressive about you! I've already told you mine! If you want to live, get out, but if you have a death wish, stay!"

"New one fights. Media sees that. Fans see that." Christian hung up after last warning. I looked out window. Cameras flashed below. Frenzy raged but I felt right. The apartment quiet now except my thoughts. Captain made choice. Paid price. Ready for whatever came next.

“They came in here armed—threatened me! I had no choice—she’s being manipulated! I’m trying to save her!” The Captain’s eyes scanned the room—saw the gun, the men, the trembling wreck that was me. And then he turned to Cassian. “Mr. Morelli,” he said slowly, “I’m… deeply sorry you had to witness this. This is an ugly sight. I can assure you that Officer Roman here will be disciplined accordingly.” “What—what?” Roman sputtered, spinning to face the Captain. “Are you serious? You’re siding with this crime lord?!”

“So… what does this contain?“ asked Captain Bob, his hands quivering with the disc on it. “You have a computer on your table. Why don't you find out?“ Alvin replied with a tone of suppressed anger. Captain Bob nodded and stuck the disc in the computer. More than a minute passed before we finally heard a low sound. I looked in Maid Beverly's direction again, and saw with pity that she was already regretting everything she did and said. She was shaking like the room had suddenly gone three times cooler. Her mother's gaze was down to the table. And the two other relatives were simply fidgeting with their nails and hair. Captain Bob's expression went grimmer and grimmer as he watched the video.

For the first time, he didn’t seem like the untouchable captain everyone feared. I don’t know what made me walk over. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He lifted his head slowly. Those icy blue eyes met mine, and for a second he looked surprised I was still there. I shifted on my feet. “Earlier… when that guy got hurt. You got to him really fast. Thanks for helping him. Most captains would’ve waited for the coach.” Cole stared at me for a long moment, like my words didn’t make sense to him. “You noticed that?”

The kind that warned you a storm was coming. The locker room was a mess of loud voices and the smell of stale coffee. "Woods! Over here!" It was Beckett. The Eagles captain. He was standing near the equipment manager’s desk, looking far too bright for six in the morning. Riley felt her stomach drop. "Beckett's here early," Jax muttered. "Go talk to your boyfriend." "He's not my boyfriend." "Whatever. He’s looking for you." Jax shoulder-checked her as he walked toward his own locker.

"Captain Hindon is the captain of Alpha Strike Force Team 13. He could've taken a position at the Janover division, but when he heard that you're in Steinberg, he requested a transfer here. Ms. Griffin, the Captain is truly sincere about you." The speaker was a young man behind Klaus, looking to be about 25. As he spoke, his eyes were full of pride and arrogance. He was Klaus' deputy, Conrad Beck, and also his follower. Conrad continued with a superior tone, "Ms. Griffin, Captain Hindon often talks about you. During training, he even got into a fight with the drill instructor over your photo! "Besides, over the years, many women pursued him, but he turned them all down. He has made it clear