Commander Wolffe Novels & Stories

Her manic gaze fixes me in place. “Emery Aldair is commander of Kaelara Naval Station, the highest rank in the navy,” she continues, voice low and venomous. “He controls the coast guards. He could destroy a ship the size of Yoseff Beckett’s yacht and make it look like a minor accident. A small boat? He could capsize it with a flick. He could call it a mistake, and his men would follow. Half the navy are werewolves loyal to him. He can do anything.”

Because the rain had thinned out the crowds, the warriors who were still outside stopped what they were doing, staring at us in absolute shock as we passed by. A small, masked recruit leading a commander carrying a bloody rogue was not a normal sight. So much for staying unnoticed, I thought, suppressing a groan. My entire goal had been to blend into the background, and now I was the center of attention. Commander Hunter carried the beast straight to a corner, dropping the unconscious rogue heavily onto a wooden table where a group of other high-ranking commanders were gathering. They immediately surrounded the table, their faces darkening as they inspected the red-eyed wolf.

he asked. No one moved. The wolves barely even breathed. “Do not make me ask again!” Troy roared. “I will kill every last one of you. Who is your commander?” Finally, a wolf struggled to her feet. “I am their commander.” Troy smirked, and with near pinpoint accuracy blasted the wolf with his aura. She groaned and fell forward, her arms clasped around her stomach. “What kind of warriors are you that you feel you need to hide behind an Omega?” he asked. “What cowards?” He walked closer to the cowering wolves, dragging me with him. “Do you think I’m an idiot?” he asked.

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”

I look at where the light is coming from and only then I realized that Captain Welton is not alone, he is with Lieutenant Wendell Stone. He salutes when he saw us, "Hey there!" and he turns his gaze on his virtual laptop again where the only light is coming. I don't need to ask why is he here, it is obvious that he too knows something. Captain Welton clears his throat, "So, I guess you two already know First Lieutenant Wendell here. He is the second commander of our team, he specializes in deadly combat and computers. He was the one who does all our investigations through the system, he was also the one who wiped out the footages where Dr. Hawl was caught sneaking in the basement."

But beneath the surface, she was working tirelessly. Dane had proven to be an invaluable ally. His connections ran deep through the pack, and he knew exactly which wolves were loyal to the Blackwood family and which ones had been seduced by Kaelen's promises of power. Together, they had identified a small but growing network of wolves who were willing to fight for the true alpha line.

53. I Hope You'll Love Me Now, Dad! It was a shaky wind that snapped them all out of their frozen state and made them run ahead to save the commander before Zavier Wright bit him down to pieces. Alpha Killian grabbed the back of his head and separated him from the shuddering commander, who was bleeding to tears and panic. The beta and the gamma dragged the old man away while the alpha endeavored to control the enraged wolf. He seemed uncontrollable, his eyes a midnight dark and teeth were thirsty of penetrating into more meat. Zavier howled and jumped upon alpha Killian.

Garlof says and I roll my eyes at the perfect answer. "Thank you, Commander Garlof," the announcer says and the crowd cheers as Garlof waves. "Now onto our third Commander, Commander Fornis of Cok. He led a covert mission into Muysock's controlled space. Not only was the mission a success, but he also didn't lose a single soul in the mission," the announcer says and Fornis takes off with his hand in the air. The crowd roars and I glance longingly at the other side of the field where I know the females are waiting.

"The food and drinks will be loaded in a few minutes. Please, let us know if you need anything else for the journey." Commander. Since Alpha Marcos assigned me to be the first in command, most of the wolves, especially the werewolf guardians were encouraged to address me as their commander, the same position they addressed to my papa when he was still alive. Not that I am complaining, my wolf was not used to being addressed highly. I don't want to give the rest of the wolves the reason to get jealous of my position in the pack. "Gold. Do we still have enough gold? Could someone inquire from Alpha Marcos if we are allowed to bring gold?"

Hundreds of Omegas, elders, and wounded warriors who had stayed behind stood in absolute silence, their eyes darting from the captured supply wagons to the lone, bound figure dragged at the rear of our column. It was the Vanguard Commander. His once-glistening silver armor was dented, caked in drying black clay, and stripped of all royal insignia. His hands were bound tightly behind his back with thick, rough hemp rope, his head hanging low as Beta Vance violently shoved him forward onto the cold stone flagstones. The commander hit his knees with a heavy, metallic clank, his breathing ragged and shallow as he stared down at the dirt, refusing to meet the gaze of the wolves he had been sent t