Clone Trooper Gregor Novels & Stories

’ Gregor asks me. ‘Take him out,’ I say and Gregor leaps, landing on top of the tipsy Beta. Gregor slams his teeth on the back of the Beta’s neck and I hear the snap of bones as his neck breaks. He howls as his body collapses, but it's a muted sound, one that doesn't raise any alarms. ‘Rip his head off. I want this done quickly,’ I tell Gregor as my warriors begin to easily take out the warriors around us.

But the niggling doubt was driving me mad. “Poor little clone,” Felicia whispered into my mind, “do you really think he'll still love you when he knows what you are?” “Yes!” I snapped. “You don't know him. He doesn't care about that.” “Oh don't I?" she laughed derisively. “Gregor, the last of the keepers, failed assassin, and traitor to the crown.” “Why do you call him a traitor?” I asked. “He has done nothing but work to put the rightful heir back on the Lobotian throne.”

Or worse — leave me with those men with empty eyes, who didn’t seem to have the slightest hesitation in using violence. “I don’t know exactly where he is,” I began, my voice trembling. “But I know someone who might be able to find out. Someone who has access to his communication system. Not directly, but… through transactions. Through payments. Tristan is careful, but he’s not invisible. Everything he spends leaves a trail.” “Who?” “A man. His name is Gregor. He works with cryptocurrencies and financial tracking. He’s discreet. Expensive. But efficient.” I lied about the last part. Gregor was efficient, yes, but not reliable. He worked for whoever paid more. And Cassius paid a lot.

Harrison said. “No. I came here to do the job, and that is what I am going to do. This won't be the first time I have to fight my emotions to complete a mission,” Hayden said. “Besides, I’m a rogue. Chances are she will reject me, so it won’t matter.” “I can swear you back into the pack. I’ll do it right here and now if you have a knife on you,” Harrison offered.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

Caden held very still. "I have been an Alpha for twenty years," Gregor said. "I know what a scent mask is and what it covers and what happens when the compound weakens under stress." He looked at the document again. "I also know what it means that someone walked into The Hollow alone and got four people out with the guards neutralised and the signal sent in under twenty minutes." He paused. "Your mate is not ordinary." "No," Caden said. "She's not." Gregor picked up the document.

Greg said in a half shout, making most of the other Ans De Lou soldiers look shocked. "My apologies, Commander," the two soldiers said as they turned out to be class three Ans De Lou soldiers fearfully. Greg shook his head, "You should be supporting him, not mocking him." However, Greg realized that he didn't have enough time to talk to the two soldiers so he simply said, "There, help your other friend!" "Yes, Commander Sehel." Greg immediately continued his search for Riley. He did not hesitate to ask the soldiers he met. "Have you seen Riley Wood?"

I muttered lowly and he swallowed thickly "So I'll ask again; can you or can you not get me a meeting with a few willing rogues?" I added and he nodded quickly this time around "Yes, I can. I can talk to one of them who I sometimes used to convey messages to Eliana. His name is Greg and he's a reasonable guy who honestly doesn't want a war to break out between pack wolves and rogues. I know for certain that if he's offered acceptance into a pack; he will be more than willing to abandon Eliana"

Liam I went out to every site my warriors were claiming to pick up rogue scents. I quickly noticed they were laced with Wulver, though. I clearly hadn’t been the only one thinking we needed to loop a rogue in on our cause. “Chandler’s mate,” Gregory confirmed, coming up next to me. “She came down with him.” I cocked an eyebrow. “I’m surprised he found his way out of his hiding spot.” Gregory smirked. “You know as well as anyone that not everyone needs to be combative to be useful. How many times has information he passed on saved the day?”

“What is the meaning of this, Alpha Gregor?” Gregor's icy blue eyes turned to me then went over my shoulders to where Darius sat. “The guards at the border informed me of something so I came to inform you, my King, that harboring a traitor—the traitor wanted across lycara—is an act of betrayal against our people,” Gregor said, voice dark. “And I will not stand for it.” Xander's lips curled slightly at the audacity of Gregor. “You will not stand for it?”