Captain Okona Novels & Stories

She was skeptical; she couldn't even clearly remember his surname, and after all this time, she didn't even know where he was from. Antonio pressed a button on his suit to alert his boys to stay ready. But just as the guard was about to give him a pass, Onika ran forward and held him back. “What are you doing?” Onika reached into her pocket and pulled out the handcuffs she had intended to use with Suraj earlier. “Arresting you for violating my pack with armed men.” Antonio was shocked. “Onika, are you mad? Arresting me? Do you know I’m the Alpha of...”

How come I hadn't heard of this big match till now. For Boston Kings, this wasn’t just another college hockey match. It was the match of the year for the junior category as the seniors were on an Away Match. And the captain, of course, was Ace. He's the Captain of the Juniors and Assistant, overall. I know he plays, but I didn't realise just how great he is. His face is everywhere on posters, on the campus website, even on T-shirts. It feels strange seeing him like this, smiling from paper, when I remember our last conversation. The cold look in his eyes as he made his offer, and the way my hand trembled as I was about to sign the contract in the silence of my room.

"Yeah. This is Keto, he's the one running the op. And that's Kira." Banks threw a casual salute. "Pleasure. I've heard the name Keto get tossed around. Heard individuals with that name get things done." Keto nodded once, his expression stoic. "Likewise." "And Kira," captain said, turning to her, "I take it you're the brains behind the beauty?" Kira rolled her eyes and grinned. "You wish." I cut in. "Alright, alright, enough flirting. Cap, how many did you bring with you?"

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.

Frowning, I slowly glanced over my shoulder and the world stopped as familiar bright blue eyes met mine. Hunter Fucking Beaumont? He stretched a hand towards me, lips pressed into a thin line. “Hello, Captain.”

“George, Liam craves your cooking.” George’s voice then took over. “Millie, get yourself treated in the meantime. I’ll be there in a bit.” That night, he didn’t show up. The next morning, he sent me a photo of his cooking. “Liam had extra helpings. He’s in better shape. Is your stomach still causing issues?” I stared at the text message for a long time. My response was brief. “No.” Since then, I saved his contact as Captain Tanner. It wasn’t out of spite.

On the twenty-seventh day of her captivity, Sophia learned to be obedient. She stopped fighting, stopped her hunger strikes, and even offered Vincent a faint smile from time to time. Vincent was wary at first, but gradually, he began to believe she had resigned herself to her fate. "What do you want to eat today?" he asked one morning, tying his tie by the bed. Sophia leaned against the headboard, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her voice was calm. "Whatever you make."

"So I was promoted by the loan shark as I was once a regular slave basically hence why I'm a Chief slave now. I tend to the affairs of the other slaves. I noticed you had not gotten any food to eat because I was the one who distributed the meals to the other slaves this afternoon." "If it's that irritating piece of meat you gave others that you want to give me, then I don't want." I shook my head vehemently. "It's not." He replied with an almost unnoticeable eye roll. "But waif, If you're a Chief Slave, aren't you supposed to be aware of the fact that I'm not meant to eat any thing at all for the next four days? Because the other woman knows and she decided not to give me anything to eat sin

A game neither of us was watching played quietly on the television, there mostly for the company of background sound rather than content. "I was twenty-six when I bonded with Diane," he said, from nowhere visible. I stayed still. I kept my breathing even. He was telling me something and the worst possible thing I could do was make it feel like an occasion. "First year as captain," he continued. "Young for it. Still learning the gap between what the role actually required and what I had assumed it would require." A pause. "She was in her second season. The most visible Omega the professional league had seen at that point. She carried everything that came with that visibility without any appar