Coco Hector Rivera Novels & Stories

A stunning young woman huffs, folding her arms across her chest, looking at the three of us most unpleasantly. “I’m...” I start to say, but she holds out her hand, making me close my mouth quickly. “I know who you are.” She narrows her eyes at the three of us. “I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.”

says Hector. -I am, and what's up with that, someone who doesn't stop swallowing strong vodka tells me," says Lucrecia.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

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.

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

The air smelled like whiskey and gunpowder—his usual blend. Matteo stood by the window, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his sharp eyes scanning the street below. Nico paced like a caged animal, phone clutched tightly in his hand. "We got a lead," Nico muttered, stopping mid-step. He glanced down at his phone, then back up. "Cassio brought the Varela brothers in through one of his old contacts. A guy named Hector Ruiz." Adrian’s jaw tightened. He fucking knew that name. Hector had been a slimy piece of shit back when he worked for Cassio—running weapons, setting up deals. Then he disappeared, like a rat scurrying into the sewers.

“Of course.” “About… Alexandro.” Martha’s hands slowed for a moment, but she didn’t stop. “What about him?” “His marriage,” Nivera said. “His wife. What do you know about her?” Martha finally turned to face her. “Why?” “I think… I think I saw her.” Martha’s brows lifted. “I was at the river. She was on the other side. Watching me,” Nivera whispered, her voice barely audible. “I didn’t expect anyone to be there. And when I surfaced… I saw her face. She looked surprised. But not afraid.”

“And these handsome males are Rebel Baltar and Ryder Ezra Hawk SilverMoon, and this little beauty is their daughter, River Tundra Hawk SilverMoon.” While every chatted and got to know each other, Grace noticed that River sat in her mom’s lap with a sad face. She walked over and sat next to Storm. “Such a beautiful little female and such a sad face.” Grace smiled at River. “Why so sad sweet girl?” she asked. River looked up at Grace and her little lip was trembling. “My Coco not here.” She sobbed. Grace looked at Storm. “Coco, Marco, is her mate.” Storm responded as she wiped the small tear from River’s cheek.

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

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.