Christian Harper Book Novels & Stories

Losing Christian meant losing his heir, his legacy, everything he'd built. “You would choose her over your pack?” Harold asked, his voice deadly quiet. “I would choose her over corruption,” Christian shot back. “Over lies and betrayal and selling pack members to hunters.” Oh, shit. Christian knew about Harold's deals with the supernatural hunters. This was about to get very messy. That's when car headlights swept across the forest. Every wolf turned toward the approaching vehicle, supernatural senses going on high alert. The scent signature was unfamiliar, carrying notes of mountain air and something else that made my stomach clench with recognition.

Harper I feel heavy. Like I have been hit by a bus. It has to be close to what it feels like being hit by a bus going thirty in a fifteen zone. My bones ache—my fingers and toes tingle. My eyeballs are sore. I haven’t even opened my eyes yet, and I already do not want to start the day or the evening. I have no clue of the time. I must have partied too hard last night and was slipped something in my drink. I don’t remember anything. A.N.Y.T.H.I.NG, except how to spell adequately, and that’s something. What is that horrendous smell? Is it me? Harper breathes in the air. Taking it in the room and the strongest aroma is her. The smell is mostly urine. This girl has peed her herself. The second s