Captain Hook's First Mate Novels & Stories

What in the world had happened to him? “My first mate.” He paused, more like he was hesitant to speak further. I patted his shoulders, calming his throbbing nerves. “She.. she was a low breed, poor and undesirable to me. The moment I discovered she was my mate, I cursed her, refusing her without thinking twice.” “And what's her name? The name of this first mate of yours?” I gulped down saliva, uncertain how he was going to take this. “Vera!! That was her name. I remember it more than anything else.” He looked into my face as if searching for something.

Most of the sailors on board where French men who partnered with Spain. The captain looked at me menacingly as he glanced on my body abruptly stopping the swindle on the ship’s drive. He closed the compass as I seductively went behind his shoulders. “What can ye do for you, pretty?”, he seemed enchanted by the woman in front of him as I started a song I heard was sung by sailors. “15 men on a dead man’s chest. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum Drink and the devil had done for the rest Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum…”

He directed her to a big table full of food and told her to look for “Hookfang” It turned out Hookfang was a one legged pirate captain who appeared to have many stories to tell from his days as a pirate even though he was born as a ghost. Everyone in the grave realm looked like they were from so many different places and times and despite being born ghosts, they all had stories from where they would have lived.

How could Shirley refuse again? Shirley could only nod slightly, her ears turning slightly red, "Alright, please convey my thanks to the captain. I'll be joining my friends." The first mate and the second mate nodded politely to Shirley, then turned and left with the others. "Wow, even the first mate and the second mate are so handsome. Now I'm even more curious about what the captain looks like," Tina said, her eyes sparkling. Camille, however, casually remarked, "I find it a bit suspicious about the identities of the first mate and the second mate. Although they invited all the passengers on board, the emphasis seemed to be on inviting only Shirley."

“My mate died ten years ago. I had forgotten….” he takes another deep breath of my scent. So, his first mate was a fated mate. Then for him, this is a gift. For me, I’m not sure what this is. I’m not sure I want to be mated to another Alpha who will betray our mate bond and cast me aside. “I want you,” he breathes into my hair. Before I realize what he’s doing, he’s hooked his hand on my thigh and pulled it up to his hip. The sharp pain from my hip slices through my body and I cry out.

If he wanted to be with us, he would have been here with me instead of this annoying Alpha Chapman who was borderline flirting with me. I screwed the cap from the bottle and had a gulp. "I'm leaving today. No need to go out of your way when Devin's taking care of me." He was being slick and wanted to be in my panties. "Oh, you did not use his rightful title," his lips curled slightly upwards. "Are you his second mate?" With keen interest, I probed, "What do you mean by that? Who was his first mate?" He withdrew his head, holding hands in the air, "I shouldn't have said anything. Please forget about it."

I had taken some time to ask the ones who have been serving in the Full Moon pack longer than I have, questions about the Alpha's family. Cross was the ruthless self proclaimed Alpha King who's father died in a battle against rogue werewolves. His native name was Taye, a name that was given to the first born among a set of twins. His identical twin brother was Kehinde, whom I heard was kinder and more understanding. Most people said he actually visited the slaves sometimes although I had never seen him. But the clothes they shared to us were said to be brought by him. He seemed like a lovely person.

I lied to her as I smiled and ran my hand across her soft sexy lips. The truth was I was not in the mood to kiss her which scares me if it was a mood or the spiritual connection, I felt with my first mate that made me no longer felt attracted to my Luna. It was quite absurd to think of something like this knowing my first mate was dead. She was no longer among the living.

Her voice sounds a bit confused, which I was expecting. "I told you to leave!" I slam my hands on the desk, and she flinches fearfully. "Ye... Yes, Sir," She stutters before she turns and scurries out of my office, closing the door behind her. "Shit!" I curse under my breath as soon as she's out of the office, running my fingers through my hair. This wasn't supposed to happen. This isn't another punishment, is it? My name is Miguel Jaxon, thirty-three years old cursed Alpha of Dynamite pack. Yes, you heard that. What would you call an Alpha that has lost four of his mated? Yes, you will ask how it all happened, but I guess it's all because of my ill fate. I was only twenty five when I had my

Celine automatically follows suit and stands by his shoulder as he holds out a hand for them to shake. “Uncle Hugo, Aunt Delphine. It’s good to see you both.” He turns to Celine, “Celine, Hugo is my father’s brother, and this is his Mate, Delphine.” She holds out her hand to shake theirs, which they do, but Delphine looks a little under the weather, but he files that away to deal with later, in private. “Uncle this is my Mate, and future Queen Luna, Celine.” Delphine curtseys, and Hugo inclines his head politely. “A true pleasure, Celine.” She smiles and inclines her head to them both. George puts an arm around Celine’s waist, and looks at them,