Company Commander Book Novels & Stories

“Oh, baby, neither do I. Not when it comes to protecting those I love. Where I grew up you were either a leader or a follower. I always led. I know how to fight dirty and I know how to protect those I love. Now, tell me their names. Their full names.” “Evan Sanders and Victor Worthington.” Damien frowned for a last moment. “Victor Worthington, I know that name.” Suddenly it hit him. “Jesus Christ, Victor Worthington is the Illinois State Attorney General.”

out a large huff. “No I can’t fault you for that. So much for keeping a low profile.” Will reached out and took her in his arms and hugged her. Seline looked up and expected him to kiss her and pick up where they left off. Will looked down at her with a silly grin. “I think you have a date with the Commander, Corporal.” Will reminded her pushing her away. They both dressed quickly and hurried to the Commander’s tent. They waited outside while they were announced. Two of the other men that had made it back with them exited with the Commander’s secretary. “You may enter now.” The secretary said. Seline entered and Will followed. The both went and stood in front of the Commander’s desk that no

It will not be easy–and it’s going to be dangerous. Commander Robert is still in charge of the detail. He’s not that bright, and sometimes I’m afraid his orders are going to get someone else killed, and while there’s no one amongst us I don’t feel deserves it based on the other attacks we’ve made on innocent packs, I can’t let that show now.

He must have decided to shift and search like the men he’d given orders to, because he chose that moment to reach down and tug the hem of his shirt over his head. Had Isabella been in human form, she would have had to stifle a gasp. The spine and musculature he revealed were rippled with sinew, but the scars were what stole her breath. Even in the dim glow of the moonlight, her wolf eyes allowed her to see. The commander’s body was a history of battles won and lost, wars waged on behalf of a supernatural empire. And then he turned around and Isabella’s breath caught. He wasn’t any commander. He was the commander. In an instant, she recognized exactly who he was. This cowboy wolf was none oth

“You don’t own her, you don’t command her and you certainly don’t get to act on personal impulses just because she wounded your pride.” The commander stared at her. “You’re awfully bold for someone who manages maids.” Ava smiled. “And you’re awfully reckless for someone trusted with an army.” A ripple of tension passed through the guards. The commander’s face darkened. “You’re treading dangerously close to insubordination.” Jack didn’t hesitate. “No, we’re reminding you of your place.” Silence fell hard. The commander took a slow breath, then let out a low, dangerous chuckle. “My place is leading the force that crushed the resistance you seem so eager to protect” he repeated.

Every part of the capital functioned like a living organism. And I had built it. A knock sounded behind me. “Enter.” The door opened and one of my senior commanders stepped inside. Marcus. Tall, broad-shouldered, scar running across his jaw from a war years ago. He had once been an cast out Alpha without a pack. Now he commanded nearly eight hundred warriors inside my army. “Morning patrol reports,” he said, placing a tablet on the desk. I stepped inside from the balcony and glanced over the data. Supply routes clear.

“Thunder Titans, sir. I’m Ezra Roman, team captain.” The man’s eyes were pale and unreadable. “Not anymore,” he said. The room went still. “I’m Matteo Antonov,” he continued. “Effective immediately, your captain is Damon Vega.” Damon froze. Ezra stared. “I’m sorry, what?” “Your performance is inferior,” Matteo said calmly. “You lack leadership.” “That’s not true,” Ezra said. “Ask anyone here.” Matteo didn’t look at the others. “You’re replaceable.”

The heavy canvas flap of the command tent was violently thrown open, admitting a furious swirl of mountain snow and three hulking northern wolves. At the head of the trio was Commander Vorn, a scarred, nine-foot veteran whose grey fur bristled with undisguised contempt. He wore heavy iron plate armor, his hand resting aggressively on the pommel of his massive two-handed greatsword. Flanking him were his two chief lieutenants, their amber eyes blazing with the predatory, mutinous rage of warriors who realized they had been sold a phantom empire.

“Break their momentum!” Three rogues lunged at me together. I ducked the first strike, slammed my elbow into another’s jaw, then drove my claws across the third’s chest before kicking him aside. My warriors clashed against the formation, trying to break through, but the commander moved fast, redirecting his fighters like pieces on a board. He wasn’t just strong. He was smart. I shoved forward, ripping through the line until we were finally face to face. Up close… he smelled like blood and smoke.

The commander sprang into the air and spread his hands, releasing a special double-edged sword on both hands, intending to finish Prince in front of the council that the military force was still strong. The commander's eyes were more than just red. And his homicidal purpose could be sensed throughout the corridor. But Prince, the young man, remained calm and kept a close eye on the leader. With his abilities, Prince could avoid all the commander's attacks. The commander wanted to show that he was present and ready to protect the council and their property.