Cole Macgrath Novels & Stories

Meg POV I’ve been in Spain for almost a year now the coursework has been easy enough and I have learned a lot. I’ve made some very useful connections. One of which is a fellow from Scotland, Professor MaKay, who is also an expert in curses. The fact that he is a werewolf helps. I was able to give him all the facts without a lot of extra questions that I couldn’t give full answers to. The problem with dealing with him is he doesn’t like to use things that are too high-tech in that I mean anything more than a telephone or photocopier. So no text, digital pictures or emails. All the documents are copies of stuff that he has found in books. I explained to him the story of the curse that is on th

How could he stand right in front of me and claim to love my mate, what audacity! I could feel myself losing control of my beast and he grunts in anger while glaring at them. I was already pissed off at Valerie, she is just so stubborn and annoying at the same time. This meeting is important to me, Liam Stark Mackenzie is the heir to the famous Mackenzie empire. His family lives in Lakewood city, but their empire spreads all over the country. They own, buildings, estates, companies, and political titles.

“But it appears you decided to ditch me with the first loser wannabe cowboy that comes along, eh?” Gemma cleared her throat. Macie and Cash both swiveled to look at her. “Cash Big Crow, meet Carter McKay. Carter, Cash is the new foreman I hired for the Bar 9 Ranch. You two will be working together.” “You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” Carter muttered. Macie frowned. Her dad had taken a job? What’d happened to them hitting the road this summer? “McKay?” Cash repeated. “You’re related to them slimeball McKays from up around Crook County?”

Almost immediately Lady Martha told the housekeeper to call Panashe, the silence was horrid as they waited for Panashe, a little over ten minutes, she entered the room. Milton gave her a disgusting sneer. It was as if when she entered, she brought a contagious plague. Standing in her corner, the lawyer then asked her to sit. "Excuse me? Mr. McGowan she is coming from the plantations and she most probably has lice. It's best she stand—" "Shut up, Milton!" William cursed. "Sit down dear." Lady Martha assures her even with the eye, Master Milton had as if he wanted to strangle her to death. The long exhausting instructions and expectancy's were read out.

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

he gently sled the folder forward. As Tristan opened it, he only saw the background personal information of his father; the place where he lived, details about his family, and some data related to his work. “I don’t understand… this is the only information you’ve got?” he furrowed his brows. “Silvester Mcgarth had worked as a hunter-gatherer here in the capital,” the maester leaned his back and place his elbows on the armrest of his chair. “He hunted beasts for supplies in the Cold Market, but left his job seventeen years ago.”

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

He was determined to show this intruder why his pack was the most feared in the region. "This is the location, Alpha," Eve, the leader of the pack warriors, said, gesturing towards an old, dilapidated cottage nestled in the trees. The structure seemed to blend into the night, its windows darkened and walls covered in creeping ivy. "With your permission, we will proceed." "No, Eve. I will handle this personally," Gregory said, stepping forward and shifting back into his human form. He stood naked in the moonlight, his muscular frame illuminated by the soft glow. It was a common sight for the warriors, who were accustomed to seeing their Alpha in this state.

“He’s drunk, Mac. Let it go.” “All’s good. She’s okay.” At this point, a zillion sets of eyes turned my way then quickly went back to holding…I looked up…blinked twice…swallowed, and watched as the god of football glanced down at me. Killian MacGregor, The Mac, or Mac the Knife, as fans called him because of his throwing arm, was my savior.

I don’t know who this person is, but he or she is pissing me off. Thankfully it is Friday, and I can be home for the next two days. I talked with Doug the day after our meeting and asked about a guard for Everly. He thought that was a good idea. He told me that he had the perfect guy and would call me back after talking with him. I am guessing that if this is one of his friends or a guy who works for him, he knows Everly and will agree without hesitation. The guy that Doug sent started yesterday. His name is Giovanni, or Gio for short. He and Everly seem to get along ok so far. I was concerned, considering he is only 25, but Doug told me that there is no one he trusts more than Gio.