Novel & Cerita Colton Reynolds

I guess he didn't tell her that I rejected his invitation. Okay, quick backstory/introduction. Colton was my senior in high school but we weren't on speaking terms then. He was two years ahead of me. Fortunately, we met again here in college and became good friends. I introduced him to Camila when he broke up with his Ex, Mia, who is the Captain of his team's cheerleaders. Jamie is my ex-boyfriend and in the same football team as Colton. I broke up with him when I caught him cheating on me with Mia's friend.

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

I teased. Colton blinked, swallowed hard, then dragged a hand down his face as if that would help shake whatever was going through his head. “Darlin’,” he exhaled, voice rougher than usual, “you just wrecked every thought I had.” I rolled my eyes, even as warmth crept up my spine. Finally taking a second to glance at him, I had to admit—he cleaned up real nice. The cowboy look suited him. The fitted black jeans, the crisp button-down tucked neatly under a leather belt, the polished boots—it all worked. And then there was the bolo tie, resting at the base of his throat, adding an edge of old-school charm that only he could pull off.

Preston Vandorholt—human red flag in a tux. I stalk through the crowd like a woman on a mission, which, to be fair, I am. Mission: Make-Psycho-Ex-Go-Away. That’s when I spot Colton. Tall, brooding, hotter than sin, and—unfortunately—my brother’s best friend. AKA: Completely Off-Limits since 2006. But desperate times call for hot men and impulsive decisions. “Colton,” I blurt, breathless and borderline panicked.

The current or after what just happened, I needed to breathe. I walked toward him, crouched, and tilted his chin up until his eyes met mine. Red-rimmed. Broken. But clear. "You hesitated," I said softly. “And you did it.” "I'm sorry…” "Don’t be," I interrupted. "You stopped yourself. You stopped her." A slow smile curved my lips. "You’ve regained control." His mouth parted, stunned. For the first time in days, maybe weeks, Carter exhaled without pain. Damon approached, quiet now, no longer needing to step in. Ethan followed, a hand on Carter’s shoulder, offering silent pride.

~ COLTON ~ A smug, winning smile was playing on Colton’s face. After all, he was Colton fucking Rhodes, player king of New York City. He wasn’t new into the dating game, and there was no way some virgin girl could beat him at his prime. Did she think he was mad that she stood him up? No, he didn’t get mad, he’d get even.

“This guy deserves to die. How dare he harm the strongest commander in America? What else is he not afraid to do?” “That explains his ferocious behavior. He killed someone as soon as there was dissent. Turns out he’s been planning a rebellion for a long time!” Those who were around started pointing and yelling at Colton. Colton’s character was too sinister. People like him shouldn’t be allowed to stay in Flying Eagles. Meanwhile, Colton’s brows lifted in a fury. He and his two Heavenly Kings looked at each other. “Do it!” Colton suddenly shouted. Boom— Colton unleashed all the might of his Advanced-Tribulation Crossing rank.

…Trinity POV… Again. Again I have been ripped away from Colton, every time we get so close; then someone takes us away from each other. Colton just saved my life. Can my father not see that. But is it really true? Is Colton the Mafia Boss of the East? How is this even possible? “Daddy, what did Colton mean that he is Cole Venditti?”

About what it said about where he was. Colton Reeves had been the most popular person in every room he walked into for as long as I had known him. He was good-looking and he knew it and he had the kind of easy confidence that people mistook for character. I had mistaken it for character for eight months. What I understood now, looking at a photo taken from a dark street through a windscreen, was that the confidence was not character at all. It was the surface of something much smaller and much more fragile, a self-image that could not survive being the one who got left, and it had been six months since I walked out of his dorm room and he had not moved past it at all. He had moved toward it.

The person who had attacked Ashton a moment ago shifted back to his human form and shouted at Ashton. When Leonard saw who he was, he was not surprised. "You have gone against our values and attacked our alpha, the crime that you have committed requires you to face execution at the first light, right in front of the whole pack," Kevin shouted at the top of his lungs. Although he was talking, he seemed to be sending out signals. The wounds on Kelly had already healed and his subordinates had already brought him clothes. Ashton was still healing because his super healing abilities came from his wolf who was still under the effect of the wolfbane.