Captain William Lennox Novels & Stories

Korra and I follow, flanking him. The doors swing open, and there he is. Alpha Lennox. He's broad-shouldered, with short-cropped dark blond hair and pale green eyes that miss nothing. He carries himself like someone who's fought too many battles and learned not to trust anyone easily. Still, when he sees Octavius, his whole face lights up. "Octavius!" he booms. Octavius grins—a rare, real one—and strides forward, clasping Lennox's forearm in a firm shake before pulling him into a brief, hard hug.

The last five months had been an awful nightmare. But I've finally woken up. He brushed his lips over Anne's, tasting the sea and her tears. He vowed from that moment on, she would never cry again except from joy. * * * * * Ashton stood on the deck of the Black Lily, his captain, Ellis Bristow, beside him. "Close call, Lord Lennox. We almost didn't reach the Ranger in time." The captain, his hat tucked under one arm, watched the rolling waves, his sharp eyes missing nothing.

I felt James flinch, his grip on my shoulders tightening, and I could feel his anger rising through his body. "Don't tell me," James glared at Lenox and me. "I need to talk to her. Leave," Lenox said calmly. "I won't leave my girlfriend to you!" James replied, putting his arms around my waist. Lenox's face darkened at the sight. He was a Prince and would rule over all the shifters in the future; he couldn't bear the disrespect. "J-James, don't worry. I'll follow you right away. I promise it will be quick, so—"

Broken crates and rusted metal lined the walls. Then—movement. Lennox. He was pacing near an old workbench, gun in hand. His face was drawn, eyes wild. The moment he saw them, he raised the weapon. Darwin didn’t flinch. “Put it down.” Lennox hesitated. Then, with a ragged breath, he lowered the gun. Fiona stepped forward. “Talk.” Lennox ran a hand through his hair. “You have no idea what you’re up against.” Fiona’s eyes narrowed. “Then tell me.”

I stopped and ruffled my hair with my hands. “He was tough? Uptight? Don't think much about him, Louis is always suspicious until you earn his trust,” his eyes narrowed as he took another step closer. “It's one of his many ways that he proves his loyalty to me as my second in command. He just wants to make sure you got nothing to hide,” A chill ran down my spine. “So Lena,” his thumb grazed my chin and he tilted my head up a bit. “Is there something you are hiding from me?”

Another blow caught his jaw, snapping his head to the side. Through the haze of pain and exhaustion, he heard a voice. Calm. Measured. Familiar. "That's enough." The hands released him. The kicks stopped. The tunnel fell silent except for the ragged sound of his own breathing. Lennox stepped into the circle of light cast by a dozen flashlights. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a face that could have been carved from marble. Cold eyes the color of winter ice swept across the carnage — across the bodies of his fallen men, across the blood-soaked wreckage, across Zeus's broken form on the ground.

The man I’d been sent to kill… was my mate. “Miss Lennox?” Rufus’ voice came from far away. A hand settled on my shoulder. I blinked, dragging myself out of the fog. “Were you saying something?” I asked coolly, ignoring the heat of Riley ’s stare. “Yes,” Rufus said slowly. “This is our captain, Riley Porter. Sorry about his tardiness. He can be… free-spirited.” Riley extended a hand toward me, lips curved in a faint smile. I didn’t take it.

Catherine complained. "Sorry, I wanted to come but something important came up," He said as Catherine glared at him and he scratched his neck sheepishly. "Fine, I'll forgive you. Only because you're a vampire and it's a flex that I know a vampire," She said. Lennox looked at her comically and Hunter snickered a laugh. "Hand me the baby," Lennox took the little Sarah from Rasmus and sat on the sofa along with her as he played with the baby. "I love kids! And she's so freaking cute!" Lennox said excitedly as Emma smiled at him.

The doorbell rings and I get up, quickly, to answer it. Lennox is standing at the door smirking. “Are you ready, baby girl?” I grin in response. Lennox looks good as always with his caramel skin. He is 6’4 and solid with muscles. He is always catching the eyes of all women he comes across. His hazel eyes always seem to glitter with excitement. Lennox rocks a tapered haircut, with the top in twists. He has his ends dyed blonde.

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”