Captain Hook Killian Novels & Stories

I swear if he fucking did, I’ll kill him. SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW. “He really didn’t, I’m not—” I was saying, but stopped as he tilted my chin up. My breath hitched as his thumb brushed the side of my face, tracing the faint mark Killian’s hand had left on my jaw. His eyes burned when he saw it, and I knew there was nothing I could say or do to stop him. Killian was a dead guy walking. “Sloane,” he said, my name coming through his lips like he was holding onto the edge of something. I caught the way his jaw clenched as his eyes darkened, and I gulped. “You don’t lie to me. Not about something like this.”

“I said it’s fine.” “And I said let me see.” For a second, I think he’s going to pull away but he didn’t. I wonder what he’s thinking? “You didn’t have to do that,” I said, after a while. “Punching Alpha Kirk.” He scoffs. “You’re right.” “Yes.” “I should’ve sliced his throat.” My hands pause. Killian leans in. Just enough that I feel the heat rolling off him. “I should’ve killed that bastard for touching you.”

But the man calmly led him away from the crowd and anyone within an earshot. “Sir, I won’t pretend to understand what you are going through right now but I need you to be calm.” The captain urged. Killian was on the edge of losing control but the words from the captain strangely calm him a little. “Your wife…” He started. “We can’t find her body.” The siren in the distance rang loud in Killian’s ears. “What?” He calmly asked. “I don’t understand. She was in the helicopter. What the hell are you insinuating? That my wife wasn’t on board?”

“It’ll take Ricci a minute to get up here. Just let me touch you for a moment. All those years of watching you while your father said I couldn’t even have a taste.” The door banged open, flooding weak light from elsewhere in the mansion where the generator was working into the room. Killian filled the doorframe, his gun already aimed at Mattia’s head. Tommaso and Adrian were behind him, guns drawn. I felt a flicker of movement from the crazy man behind me, and then it wasn’t Mattia’s hand at my throat. It was the cool, sharp edge of a knife. I didn’t dare swallow. “Let her go,” Killian said in a low, smooth voice. There wasn’t a hint of fear about him. He was completely calm and deadly, a he

Nathan happened to walk by, stick in hand. I figured that as captain he'd at least do something about the toxic bullying. Instead he was frowning, still griping to the vice-captain. "Our blue-line defense was like wet paper today. Bunch of useless idiots." He didn't even glance at the jerseys strewn across the floor, just took one long stride over them and strode off. Watching his arrogant back, I let out a bitter laugh. Back in my dorm that night, with nowhere to vent, I logged straight into my hockey-forum alt account: IceTyrant.

“We should kill one of his own to teach him a lesson.” Shit. I was taken off guard by that cunning Alpha. Maybe he wasn’t just the golden boy I thought he was. He played me smoothly… too smooth by asking me for one of my messengers. Unfortunately, Lio was the closest. He didn’t even let the poor man land before slitting his throat. All I could do was watch Lio struggle, choking in his own blood... Now that Killian was powerful, the first thing he did was slaughter his father's councilmen. I shook my head. Doing all that just to hide the truth behind his father’s death and then... double-cross me like that? How did he even know I planted spies among the council?

The Alpha King is with us and having him is already enough to win this battle against the evil pack who made my life, as well as the survivors in living hell. Tonight, justice will be served to us. At this moment, I turned my head at Killian who was still in shock. “I will give you a chance to explain yourself with me before I will kill you, Killian.” I uttered to him, my gaze almost killing him. Killian let out a sigh, his eyes never leaving mine. As I looked into his eyes, I couldn't explain myself. There is something with him that made me hesitant for no reason.

Like what’s their obsession with my hair? “Take off the hoodie! Take it off right now!” She sneered at me, using her other hand to pull at it so she doesn’t have to let go of the one wrapped around my hair. “What’s going on here?” We both paused at the sound of Killian’s voice. Standing just a few feet away from us with his hands fisted into the pocket of his pants, he regarded the two of them calmly, the expression on his face neutral—almost bored. “Killian…” Willow breathed, a faint excitement creeping into her voice.

Vincent Storm was dead. And yet... He was alive. And somehow? Killian had known all along.

The words escaped before I could stop them. “She was your mate, wasn’t she?” Killian didn’t answer. Just finished his drink in one long swallow. That told me everything. Cluade let out a low whistle. “No wonder you nearly took my head off.” At least had the decency to look regretful for once. “Sorry, man. I didn’t know.” Killian still said nothing. “You got rid of your mate?” I asked, disbelieving. “Why?” “Because I had to.” “What, your father wouldn’t approve?”