Coco Characters Hector Novels & Stories

all the men opposite us called out as a huge chunk of a man stepped out from their midst. It was the first time I was seeing the man known as alpha Hector. He was huge with black glossy hair under the sun. “Is that alpha Hector?” I asked Dennis as the man stopped in front of his crew, staring at us from that distance. “That is him. The unforgiving alpha of Night howler,” Dennis said as his claws drew out from his hands. “He came himself to quell us,” I said, seeing the amount of trouble we had on her hands. Damian held my hand, squeezing it lightly. “He takes us lightly and wants to use us as target practice. Let us show him no weakness.”

Lucian remained silent momentarily before replying, "I can handle it even though we're divorced. Do you want to go back to Everglade Manor and keep an eye on me?" Calista rolled her eyes at him. "You wish. I'm never moving back to Everglade Manor ever again." Just as Lucian was about to respond, a Jeep screeched to a halt before the lobby steps, drawing everyone's attention. Hector stepped out of the car, sporting a white tee and jeans. His short hair accentuated his chiseled features and radiated a strong aura. He walked briskly and approached Calista, creating a gust of wind as he passed. The furrowed brows and imposing stature of Hector gave off an intense vibe.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

I took that as a good sign but I kept my face a placid mask so she wouldn't see my gratification. "My name is Sydney Holt. I'm the Alpha of Alphas. It's nice to meet you, Alpha Victor," a meek smile crawled onto her mouth, "if I remember correctly, and there's a chance that I don't," a frown stole that smile as she glared at our joined hands, "you hated being called Alpha." I dropped her hand. "He still hates it," Saint piped in with an elated wave and an almost child-like grin showing off both rows of her teeth, "hi, I'm Saint, the Big Man's Beta. Really is an honor to meet you."

Marcel: The moment I sensed the fear in my woman’s scent, something in me snapped. Not the beast. Something colder. Deadlier. No one, not a single fucking soul, was going to scare her… not as long as I was breathing, and I was going to be sure that everyone knew that. Viktor Volkov stood across the courtyard like he had every right to be there, like he hadn’t once placed a bounty on his own daughter’s head. His expression was calm, almost amused.

I peeked around Adrian’s shoulder, and Hector’s blue eyes flicked over to meet mine. He smiled. “I don’t think we’ve met,” he said. “I’m Hector.” There was something charming about the way he spoke, something intentional about the way his eyes lingered on mine. Adrian tensed and I felt it. Every muscle in his body tightened. His fingers curled into fists. “Hector,” Adrian ground out, “back the fuck off.” Hector chuckled. “Oh, come on. I’m just being friendly.” Adrian’s voice dropped to a dangerous level. “Don’t fucking test me.”

“Family issues? I saw you on the news with your wife,and I almost died of laughter.What about that movie star you liked–what's her name…Selene” “I think it's about time we got to the point.”I say firmly. “Did Dominic Torchelli come to you or not?” “Don't rush me.”Hector says,blowing a fog in my face. I look deep,very deep in my soul for the will to appear calm. I didn't want to flip out my frustrations on him,I couldn't afford to have more dead men lying around in this state. “I don't have all the time in the world Hector.”

Now Hector doesn’t have to spend his days where people could stare at the burn scars. “Hector!” I reach out and shake his hand before he swallows me in a hug. “Elder Randall, Hector Sanchez is one of our veterans who has acclimated back to pack life. His younger brother Marco is currently deployed. Hector, Elder Randall.” “Ah, pleasure to meet you, Sir.” Hector formally salutes Randall. His rich accent reminds me of Marco. “Th-thank you for your service.” Randall gawks at Hector’s scarred face. I stand back and suppress a smile when Hector’s warm demeanor changes by Randall’s reaction.

Angela looked questioningly at the man whose name she didn’t yet know and began to think. ‘Earlier, Nathan said he had two trusted people. One … Steven Breece, so this one is probably…’ “Are you HC?” Angela asked immediately. Hector winked while Nathan chuckled softly. “Oh, dear … Oh, you’re really very smart. Yes, he is HC. You … can just call him by his real name, Hector Corwell.” Hector, who was beginning to understand the situation, nodded in understanding and then bowed respectfully as a sign of respect toward the war general’s wife.

Hector asked, and then we both took our shots. "Is that her real name or?" Hector cut me off before I could finish. "It doesn't matter; don't touch her do you understand," Hector said and requested another round of shots. Hector tried to put fear in me, but the more he told me to stay away from the woman, the more I wanted her. Hector is a six-foot four-inch bull of a man, though, so I thought I would heed what he said. "Ok, stay away from Raven," I said, and at that time, Wade and Connor had arrived.