Cmdr. Cameron Dennis Novels & Stories

Cecily is talking about safety measures within the competition, and how we were to come to our assistants if we had any problems. "Shit," she swears crudely under her breath. "I'm only really here for the sex." My eyes widen at her words, shocked by her lack of filter. She grins at me, showing me an immaculate set of straight teeth. Desire Pack members: forthright, confident and rather sexual. Knowing Malik's nature, from what I have heard, he is probably going to enjoy the girls from the Desire Pack. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," she says, nudging me again. "I'm Brynn, by the way."

He didn't want to give the man before him any form of attention. "A Lion doesn't give birth to a cat," Dennis retorted indifferently. Richard frowned slightly. "Get down and let's talk." Dennis chuckled, "you should have booked an appointment. Right now, I'm very busy." Richard discerned his resistance to having any form of conversation with him, which poked his interest even more. Information had reached him that Dennis was both Tonys' PA and confidentially his head of IT. With a trusted person like Dennis around, everyone they paid to hack into the Wright's empire failed terribly.

Not just a wolf. But a force of nature. And no matter how much I wanted to run from him, some part of me—some maddening, aching part—knew it would be impossible. Whether I liked it or not, this man, this beast, this protector… was mine. And I was his. Our eyes were still locked when footsteps echoed across the ruined chamber. His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet.

I rolled my eyes and Jasper punched him in the shoulder before getting up to grab each of us a beer. “Well, to figuring out what the hell is going on,” I said, raising my bottle. The boys repeated after me before clinking all our bottles together. “Cameron, how’s the hunt for transport warriors going?” “Oh, I already have that figured out, plus several backups for emergencies.” Cameron said, waving a hand and taking a generous swig. I never complained about Cameron’s antics because he was one of the most efficient, hardworking people in the pack. Even before I checked in on his progress, I knew he’d have everything done right away.

Cameron put on a friendly demeanor, draping an arm over Caleb's shoulder. "Caleb, I just delivered a batch of military funds and came to report in. I thought I'd visit you, but I heard you..." Cameron's eyes swept over him, feigning concern. "What happened? You're not usually one to act recklessly. Did you offend a minister? Should I speak to the royal guard on your behalf to reinstate your position?" "There's no need," Caleb replied coldly, brushing off Cameron's arm. Caleb had no desire to associate with this man, who had been nothing but a lazy opportunist under his command.

CARMELA THOMPSON I kept glancing between Cyrene and our boss--Cyrus, for what seemed like an hour. There's this heavy silence lingering around us the moment Cyrus stopped us from our trance a few minutes ago. Cyrene scoffed disrespectfully at our boss then without a notice, she grabbed me by my arm then dragged me back to our feet. "I said stop." My heart leaped at how cold and demanding he sounded but that didn't bother Cyrene as she just kept going, dragging me along with her.

he asked earnestly. "Oh! I- I'm actually here with a- a friend," she blurted and wondered if she should have called Kyle her boyfriend. "That's fine bring her along!" he said, misinterpreting her hesitation. "My friend is a 'he', Kyle MacDenny. A friend from Canada." Fiona found herself babbling and blushed. He watched her blush and his smile widened again. "Well, your friend from Canada can join us as well." He reached forward and took her hand in his larger one to shake it. "My name's Cameron Dawson. You can call me Cam."

"But wait... he said you could sleep with his teammates and he wouldn't care?" "Yeah. The only one he forbid was some rival. Derek Coleman." Camila’s eyes went wide. She whipped out her slate, fingers flying. "Found him! Derek Coleman. Lead Enforcer for the Northern Warhawks. He looks like he eats raw iron for breakfast, but damn, he’s a mountain of a man." She turned the screen. The man in the image was massive, his beard thick, his eyes the color of a frozen lake. "He looks terrifying, Camila. Even Santiago is shaking in his skates."

"They timed the explosion." David glanced sideways. "You've noticed something?" "They didn't want to destroy everything." "They wanted us to see it." Obadiah sat in the lead vehicle. His eyes met those of the man in the passenger seat. "Kamau." "Sir." "Status." Kamau was the commander of Obadiah's Protective Detail, a former special operations officer who spoke only when necessary. "Shield One remains with Alex." "Shield Two has moved to Patricia." "Counter-sniper team is advancing two hundred metres ahead."

he added and everyone cheered happily "I present to you, your royal Beta, Colton Flynn Lawson and your third Kev Brown" he announced and everyone clapped cheering happily, as both Colton and Kev joined us, after our discussion, Dylan has talked to Kev with dad and made him agree to become the third in command of the pack