Christian Collins Novels & Stories

It was well past seven in the evening when I finally made it into the room I shared with Clinton. He was standing in front of the mirror, wearing nothing more than a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. The muscles of his back flexed slightly as he moved, and the low light of the room highlighted every defined line of his body.

"Collins" "What!”

I open the door of my car and then I slowly got out, I tried to sniff around in hopes of finding the scent of the Ravens but to no avail, the only scent I smell is the expensive and strong perfumes of the people coming in and out of the church. "How the hell am I going to enter that Abbey?" I asked myself and as if on cue I saw a man walking towards the dark side of the church, he was wearing a black cassock but he immediately took it off and hang it around his shoulder revealing his white shirt and black slacks. My brows immediately raised when I saw what he was doing. I don’t know if my eyes are just trying to trick me or the man just took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his pock

His eyes were cold, observant, and piercing, sweeping across the hall with quiet authority. “Jack Collins?” voices rose in unison from different corners of the hall, disbelief thick in the air. Whispers followed immediately, overlapping each other in a restless wave. “That’s Jack Collins.” “He’s really here?” “He’s one of the top elites in New York, on par with William Austin.” A woman leaned toward her companion, lowering her voice but failing to hide her excitement. “He recently partnered with Hurst Corp. His influence has doubled this year alone. What would someone like him be doing here?”

—JENNIFER— Next some hours were spent without anything important as Christian was busy talking to his business associates and I just stood there, hanging on his arm. From the conversation he was having I collected that Mathew and John are business partners and most of their business is collaborated. Finally when the man named Mr. Collins left after a long, long chat with Christian and he turned to face me. “ Aren't you hungry?? “ He asked and I felt myself fueled, immediately. “ Don't you think?? “ I growled, lowly along with my stomach.

Collins says, referring to workers behind the desks. " Thank you." I say to Collin. He looks at me again and smiles. " You're…" " Naomi Alderson." " Nice to meet you, Ms. Alderson. I'm Collins." " It's a pleasure." " I didn't know Mr. Black here was married." He says as he clears his throat. " We're not married." I say. Killian clears his throat as he stares down at the shorter man. " A word." Killian says to Collins, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes?” “Yes. I do know the person, and it's a female, but that’s all I know,” Christian said, pulling over. I squinted at him. I couldn’t believe him right now. No wonder he wasn’t even worried about his wife. Hold on, was he in on it with them? It made sense. Christian ran the most dangerous security group here in ATL. Shit, the man is even feared in Chicago. He has groups all over the States. He had president-level power himself.

This action brought no benefit to the Wilder Group, but Jessica was determined to make Christian lose everything, even at such a huge cost. This was a true declaration of war. Shannon, as a secretary, fully obeyed all of her boss’s decisions, and as Jessica’s friend, she could also understand her actions. Christian was Julian’s direct superior, which meant that he must have known about keeping Collin in Longsfield. Even knowing the relationship between Jessica and Collin, he still agreed to such an action.

I told him. “Where’s Christian? Why isn’t he coming?” he responded, his panic rising. Christian Trent was our head pack doctor and considered one of the best in his field. But Dr. Collins was his colleague and a great doctor in her own right. I trusted her to take good care of our mate. “He’s out of town. Now you get her off the floor and onto the bed while I go get a cool rag for her forehead.” I insisted, knowing Reegan and his wolf were too upset to think straight and needed direction.