Commander Thorn Novels & Stories

Torey also could not locate him anywhere. According to my old Alpha Hunter, his Third in Command had left and gone rogue. Torey felt distrust towards him and had sent pack warriors and trackers to monitor Nightshade Valley Territory. Wanting to catch any deceit. Torey had reassured me about the calls and Nathan's abrupt disappearance by organizing more border patrols and had doubled the rounds over the past few days. It was Friday now, and the afternoon of my Luna ceremony and he had relaxed slightly on the patrols due to this.

"The man was wearing a tactical vest. He called Leo's dad, 'The Commander.'" Thorne looked up from the book, his eyes locking onto Theo’s. Behind the spectacles, Thorne’s eyes were no longer kind; they were the eyes of a wolf who had seen cities burn. "Thorne, what is it?" Mia asked, her voice trembling as she stood behind Theo. "What is written in this book is true right?” Mia probed further while Mia remained quiet at the corner. Thorne closed the book with a heavy thud. He reached out and pulled Finn into his lap, his grip firm and protective.

It was a weird, fatherly look that made my stomach turn over in instant confusion. "Get away from me," I hissed, a low growl rattling in my throat. "My commander is going to tear this whole ridge down. Korr is going to put a bullet right between your eyes." Thorne didn't get mad. He just let out a low, gentle chuckle, walking over to my chair. He reached out with a clean, soft hand and touched the side of my head, right where the lab scars were stitched behind my hybrid ears. I jerked my face away from his palm, my breath coming in fast, shallow gasps.

"You dare touch her?" My grip tightened. I wanted to feel the life fade out of the person who had used thorns in prickling my love story. Ada’s eyes went wide; rolling in its socket, her hands clawing at my wrists, her face turning that same blue I had seen in the movies of people dying . "JOSHUA! STOP!" THIRD PERSON POV The door burst open. Chief Adeyemi didn't hesitate. He was a man of his age, but he had the desperate strength of someone protecting his last remaining asset. He lunged forward, his heavy arms wrapping around Josh’s neck, pulling him back with a guttural grunt.

--- Inside, the Vale's acting commander was already waiting. Of course he was. Julian Thorn hadn’t aged well—not physically, anyway. The scar across his face had grown with him, curling with every sneer. He wore his bitterness like armor, and the second he saw me, his mouth twisted with something between amusement and resentment. “Isabella,” he said like the name tasted wrong. “Didn’t expect a ghost to walk in.” “Didn’t expect the Vale to still smell like cowardice,” I shot back. His eyes narrowed.

Theron was right: Castle Thorne was dangerous, its secrets deadly. But I wasn’t about to stop now. Not until I uncovered everything—and perhaps, despite myself, reached the guarded, haunted man at its heart. Because beneath his cold exterior, I sensed a heart that wasn’t quite as unreachable as he wanted everyone to believe. And whether Theron liked it or not, I fully intended to find it.

she yelped, taking a step back. "It's Alpha King Ronan to you," I corrected, my face void of any emotions. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "I heard about Alpha Thorne, and I want to help in the search. I know I am no longer the commander, but you know I can do a good job," she said, holding her hands behind her back. She wasn't being touchy or seductive for that matter, which meant that my decision to strip her of her title had finally tamed her. She couldn't even meet my eyes, with her face lowered like a little obedient, cowardly warrior.

" Just as they were about to shove Holly into the car, a frantic blare of a horn cut through the air. The screech of tires on asphalt followed, and a Maybach came barreling toward them. Luke was caught off guard, causing him to stumble back. The car screeched to a halt just five meters from him. Holly recognized the plate and breathed a sigh of relief. Yoel stepped out, his face raging like a storm. He walked towards them with an attitude that spelled trouble. Luke immediately shrunk under his shadow. Yoel only had one mission. He made a beeline for Holly, his crew following quickly behind to deal with the rest. The bodyguards helping Luke sensed that the tide had turned and they immediately

Because Max Carter—king of ashes and thorns—was still unconscious on the pavement, the rain washing away the blood but not the damage. Not the damage at all.