Novel & Cerita Captain Hook's First Mate

My heart stopped. And that was the moment I realized, that the Alpha had arrived. Because my wolf was howling in triumph inside me, and I was standing there barefoot, heart racing, wearing Theo’s stupid black shirt staring into the eyes of Alpha Kaelen Black, the man every story in the pack warned you never to cross. And apparently, I was his mate.

The captain's head was bowed, saliva dripping from his mouth. — We... we saw him once. He was Italian. No names. - New? Old? - New. Early twenties, maybe. - AND? When he didn't respond, I pulled the knife from the first mate's leg and placed it in the captain's uninjured thigh. When the screams subsided, I said, “What else can you tell me?” — He looked different from you. From another region. North, perhaps. “Your shirt,” added the first mate. — It had a round, blue circle. With an N in it.

"Captain's rules, no slurs, no lying to the captain, no women aboard. Add one: no mouths on my time. It costs rope." "Thought the rule was no women," the red-haired sailor offered, halfway toward testing and not loving the tide. "And that boy." "Is crew," Harp said, arriving like a verdict. The deck under his boots seemed to decide to be a better floor. "Crew pulls their weight. Crew shuts mouths that get in the way of hands." A silence, thready, embarrassed. Freckles shuffled. The man with the halfway test found his hands and pretended to love them.

Finn POV "Shall we drop anchor, Cap'n?" I was startled from my daydream by Cyrell, my first mate. A shame really, because that vision of you and I, dancing by firelight on the sand had started to feel real. I could almost smell the mixture of sea salt and rum as I held you close. The smoky flavour left on my lips after another slow kiss. I hummed my favourite sea shanty softly as we swayed, your head nestled on my chest, fingers intertwined.

He was nearly over the ridge when something moved in the trees. Too late. A dark blur struck from the left. He hit the ground hard, rolled, tried to shift—but another figure stepped out of the brush, graceful and cruel: Lark. His silver-blonde hair was bound back, face unreadable in the moonlight. He crouched beside him, eyes like glass. “What’s the rush?” he asked, voice soft, predatory. The courier tried to bite down on the capsule in his back molar—standard fail-safe. Lark caught his jaw mid-motion and crushed it between her thumb and forefinger. There was a muffled scream. Blood. Silence.

It was during my time away that Liam found his first mate. What if… What if he never stopped loving her? “Hazel?” I asked, biting my lip. “Did you ever meet Liam’s first mate? What was she…what was she like?” I braced myself for her reply. Hazel shrugged. “She was pretty enough, I guess. Not as pretty as you, though. Not even close. If I remember correctly, she was an omega from the Red Moon Pack. She was the maid of the alpha there, but rumor had it she was also his mistress. Apparently, the old alpha didn’t condone their relationship. On a pack visit they…wait. Why are you asking?”

That was when I saw Claire fussing with her epaulet, its button a little loose. Ethan saw. He stepped forward without a second thought, leaned down and fastened it for her, his fingers brushing along her shoulder, the motion practiced and intimate. He lowered his voice. "Don't be this careless during the check tomorrow." Claire looked up at him, her eyes brightening. "Understood, Captain." People around them laughed, as if watching a bit of harmless flirtation.

He pressed his body against Heitor’s, his foul breath brushing his neck. "I’m going to show you who’s in charge here." With one hand, he roughly squeezed the young man’s backside. "Nice plump ass, lad…" he murmured with a disgusting laugh. Disgusted, Heitor spat directly into his face. The pirate recoiled, wiping the spit away in fury. "You bastard!" He grabbed the lad by the hair, brutally tied his wrists again, and dragged him out of the cabin. Almost the entire crew was on the lower deck with the captain. Rotten Smile pushed him toward the plank of death that extended over the turbulent sea.

“Then stay back and let Lyra 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

He laughed. “You don't have to do this, you are better than this…! I pleaded, but my voice kept stammering. “I don't give a damn if you think I am better or not, didn't Alpha Benjamin… your precious first mate.. tell you about me? I have always been Alpha Harlan Anderson. A ruthless killer!” He said, walking past me then stopped at the main door to the mansion. “How did you know Alpha Benjamin is my first mate?” I asked. “First mate? Who is the other…. It's not possible for one she wolf to have more than one mate. Is she cursed?!” Marcus questioned.