Captain Hook's First Mate Novels & Stories

“Did ya kill ‘im?” The first mate ordered his men to hold the women while he carefully positioned the captain on the bed and inspected the wound from Sally’s knife. The fact that the captain was engaged in the act of taking his pleasures was obvious. The first mate looked long and hard at both women while their wrists were being bound in preparation of removing them from the room. Judging by the disarray of the lady and the look of defiance on her maid’s face, he had a pretty good idea what occurred.

He went to reach out and touch her but hesitated not sure where her mind was at. “Danica, I swear on everything that I had no part in this and my loyalty lies with you.” Kaleb said. “Kaleb I- “Captain, I need orders, we are approaching the passage.” Jacob said, breaking the moment. “Aye to the passage, have someone come clean this mess up.” Danica said regaining herself. “And Kaleb Smith?” Jacob said, nearly snarling his last name. “I. I. Have Mr. Smith place in the first mate's cabin for now.” Danica said, tearing her eyes from Kaleb.

The smell of burning flesh filled the air. At the same time, the pain in my chest grew sharper. The mate bond was breaking, thread by thread. A second brand. A third. Each searing burn was met with a louder cheer from outside. They were celebrating a new bond while I was here, being marked as a traitor. "Mark her! Mark her! Mark her!" The chant grew louder. It was time. Silas was about to mark Ravenna. Just as the iron came down for the fourth time, a violent, ripping pain exploded in my chest. My wolf let out a choked, desperate howl of pure agony.

The guard stepped aside once his captain’s steps sounded against the wooden floor, and he approached him. “Cap’n,” the pirate greeted, unfolding his arms and legs before moving away from the room. “Henderson,” Captain Hart greeted in return. Henderson’s eyes travelled to Rhys and lowered across Amira’s body, his interest evident as he strolled past them, all the while keeping a watchful eye on the she-wolf from behind. “On deck!” The first mate ordered. “That floor’s not cleaning itself!” “Aye..” The man grumbled, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from Amira and ascending the stairs.

I instantly lost track of what I was supposed to say. She was smaller than I expected. Not fragile precisely. Her eyes met mine without hesitation. Sasha Lane didn’t know what this place was. And still, she didn’t flinch. I hated the way my chest responded to her defiance. Sasha *** Same moment *** He turned before I could even clear my throat. And I froze. Kael Darius. The captain. The name I’d seen on contracts. But this man? He was taller. Broader. Dark hair that curled slightly at the ends. A jaw carved from something prehistoric. And eyes so pale they almost glowed like ice under moonlight.

He spoke and my heart started beating fast. "If you can survive my knot then you will be my first mate." He said then looked out to the crowd. "Every six months, under the blood moon, I will take another omega. One just as sweet and innocent as this one." My head turned behind me, staring at Blake as he spoke. What does he mean his first mate? I was supposed to be his only mate. I did agree for him to take others, but I didn't think he actually would. I thought I would mark him too.

Jonah said, mentioning his wound, his instinctively hand went to his side. Marty raised his eyebrow at him as he glanced at his side. Questions went across his face as another approached Marty. He was a tall man with dark hair, he had a long scruffy beard and his hair was just as long. He kept both his hair and bread in a ponytail. He nodded to Jonah extending his hand. “David, I watched you come across from Rowling’s ship. Were you part of his crew?” David asked Jonah to hold his hand out to Jonah. “Jonah and no. I’m part of the Evening Star crew. I am the first mate. Jack is the captain, Rowling had me captured and I managed to escape.” Jonah said, shaking David’s hand.

Alpha Clark seethed with rage as he watched the two mates tightly embrace each other. The air hung heavy with the heady scent of their blood and lovemaking. Alpha Clark would have to travel with the windows down to drive off the scent. "Open the cell," Alpha Clark demanded of the nearest guard and rolled his eyes at the sound of sniffles coming from Amari and how Alexander repeatedly told her that he loved her. He didn't care about any of that because he was prepared to prove to Amari that he would be a better mate to her than Alexander ever could. Not only had Alpha Clark lost his first mate, he had lost his lover too. He would not lose another mate.

She steels herself, searching the deck for Roderick, her First Mate, knowing his opinion carries weight among the crew. “Captain,” he calls, stepping forward, his expression stormy yet unyielding. “With respect, this heading takes us straight into pirate waters.” The challenge hangs in the air, stark and unmistakable. A flicker of uncertainty crosses some crew members' faces, and a chill runs down Amelia's spine as she realizes she’s being undermined.

“Then stay back and let Suzy be the captain of this ship. Every man would be surprised to see a female captain.” “I agree with that.” I thought it was time to know the names of these crew members. All I could do was differentiate them from their facial expressions. One had curly hair, the other had a brown beard along with shaved hair, the third man was quite tall, and there was a short one, but his strength was unmatched after watching him light a cannon alone. The fourth man was walking with the support of a stick, the fifth man had just one hand, and the other had an iron hook on it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was called the captain, but Phillips, on the other hand, is a man known for