Cmdr. Cameron Dennis Novels & Stories

Ren's brows raised, “how long ago was it Camila? Nine years you say? It doesn't matter to us, we're happy and you can go back to the ditch where you came from.” Cami growled audibly. Even I was shocked at how crude Ren's voice had become. “You are taking what's mine, Maren Green, I will never allow you to take Devin away from me.” “Cami,” I butted in, having enough of her words, “just stop it will you?” Cami's blue eyes stared at me with pure anger and pain, “Dev, you don't mean that.” I sighed, “but I do.” I kissed the top of Ren's hair, “I'm so sorry about this, agápi mou, but can you wait for me in the car? I just need to talk to Cami.”

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

“Puppy, I’m stuffed.” “Eat it,” Cameron told him sternly. “F-k,” Rhett picked it up and took a bite. “Happy?” “Apparently Cameron has more mind control powers than I do,” Aislen tried to diffuse the situation. “That is interesting,” Connery agreed, his eyes on her face. “But I wonder if you’re just not sufficiently motivated?”

Vane scoffed, “While you were busy visiting bars and wasting away, I was keeping Chief’s Tyrell’s legacy alive and doing what needed to be done.” Visiting bars and wasting away? I was fighting the fucking serpent that was terrorizing the pack and this motherfucker had the nerves to be talking nonsense? “I won’t stand for this…” I hissed. Vane scoffed and got to his feet, “Commander Damon – these are your new fellow commanders, Tenneson and Dogma.” I gave him a puzzled look and then scoffed. “What?” “Excuse us,” Vane said to them. They saluted and as they walked out, they paused to smirk in my face.

I'm beginning to think you are mute Mr British Liam Scott. I walk towards Liam and when I get to him, I stretch my hand down to him for a handshake " Hi, I'm callum Dove, the president of the student body council of the school and I'm at your service. " I say and beam. He grabs my hands for the handshake and instantly I flush, his hand is warm and I just felt the sparks. I have always wanted the kind of sparks mum had when she met Lori, that's why I haven't bothered with dating.

The proxies and regional commanders we have dealt with across the past years are not intelligent enough to have built this campaign. Someone is directing it. And of course,I heard Caden Voss was killed. How unfortunate” he said Zayden's jaw tightened once. "Dorian Vane," he said. The name hit the room differently depending on the age of the Alpha hearing it. The older ones recognized it immediately. Aldous went very still. A silver-haired Alpha two seats from the end,Brennan of Pale Ridge put his hands flat on the table slowly like

"Are you implying I am too soft to handle wolf strategy, Camden?" Camden chuckles, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "Not at all. I am saying if I had tried to pull a move like that, Asher would have ripped my limbs off. But you? You just commandeered the whole Whitmore media wing without firing a single bullet." Before I can respond, Camden’s encrypted pack comm unit buzzes loudly on his hip. He checks the screen, frowning as he ignores the first alert. The comm unit vibrates again instantly, flashing a high-priority red signal from the Whitmore Communications Team.

He stepped directly into my space, his chest practically heaving against mine. "You shut me down. In front of the entire fucking camp, you treated me like some bottom-tier grunt. After everything we've done? Everything we are?" I poured two fingers of cheap, burning whiskey into a glass, my hands steady, my face completely blank. "I am the Commander of this militia, Damon. You challenged my authority publicly. I did what I had to do to keep the men in line." "Don't give me that official military bullshit!" Damon snapped, ripping the glass straight out of my hand and slamming it down on the desk, splashing amber liquid across the maps.

Si leaned over and whispered, "She works out every day. She could probably take you in two out of three falls." Max raised an eyebrow. But Si had already turned away from him, facing everyone seated there. "I don't have to tell the rest of you why we're here or what's going on, but before we go any further, let me introduce you to Max DiSalvo, Commander, United States Navy SEALs, Retired. Max." He turned. "Meet the teamKevin Markham, George Lorenzan and, yes, your newly minted wife, Regan Shaw."

Six including Nasir but I didn’t know if he was still in the house anymore. “Jesus Vi. Every fucking time.” I moved my head, blinked, trying to put the face to a voice. My vision cleared enough to see Zeus, one of Vic’s friends and mine as well. They were both around the same age and both of them had helped in my revenge. “Where the hell is Desmond?” Vic sounded angry. “He’s holed himself up in the pack house. I tried to talk to him but it was Aamon and he wouldn’t give control back to my dad. I didn’t want him to go as Aamon, so I got Grandpa.” Poor Liam. He sounded scared.