Christian Collins Novels & Stories

Daniella looked up at him immediately. Christian’s expression remained calm, but there was something darker underneath it now. Something personal. “I started an organization after his death,” he continued. “A secret one.” Daniella’s brows slowly furrowed. Christian walked toward the large glass window behind his desk, sliding one hand into his pocket as he spoke. “There are people in this world who hide behind power,” he said calmly. “Drug traffickers. Organ dealers. Human traffickers. Criminal networks too powerful for ordinary law enforcement to touch.”

And with them was Tom. My former mate. Christian's jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might crack. I felt his possessive rage spike through our bond before he pulled me close, his hand finding the back of my head. “He has no power over you,” Christian said, his voice deadly calm. “He never did.” I knew that intellectually. But seeing his face, knowing he was close enough to our territory to orchestrate meetings—it made something primal in me want to hide. “He's part of Harold's coalition,” Connor said quietly from the corner. “We're still figuring out the exact leverage, but he's coordinating with them somehow.”

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

Accalia quickly took her eyes off me; hearing the door knocked. "Come in," Christian orders the person outside as he completed putting on his pant. The door opens and there I saw a man of his. "The prisoner refuses to tell us their secret hideaway and is trying to escape," the man tells Christian. I then realized it was evil Josh, his man was talking about. "I'll be there very soon," Christian answer the man gravely. "Yes sir," the man answers him as he runs off. As he did Christian turns towards Accalia. "You can go now, I'll call our maid in taking care of our guest," Accalia told Christian with a bright smile.

Jesus my head hurts. “Alpha, maybe we could give Bonnie a few minutes to wake up before we start with the questions?” A guy in a white coat says as he walks into the room and over to my bed. He's an older man with streaks of grey in his hair and crazy bright blue eyes and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that he was a looker when he was younger.