Corey Scherer Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes and saw a gorgeous woman with dark hair and beautiful gray eyes. She had made the tree explode into a million pieces, and I looked at the now-vanished tree in shock. She sat on Asher’s car’s passenger seat, making me gasp. “Ash?” I asked, making him chuckle. “The name’s Emily. Nice to meet you, honey. Now, let's go kick some ass, shall we?” she says as Asher steps on it, surpassing us. “Was that-” “Emily Slate, former beta, Tyler’s wife. She’s their healer and a witch herself. She's pretty cool, huh?” Hunter says, making me look at him in amazement.

“Go and get your wounds cleaned, the Alpha has guests over tonight; he expects you to serve. Therefore, you are to help in the kitchen before getting ready. That is, unless you want to anger him…” *************************** “I am impressed by the quality of girls that you have within your pack, Alpha Stefano,” a man, Alpha Ryker, said, eyeing me up and down. I had to fight back, shying down under his dark gaze, and looking back at me, Alpha Stefano smirked. I was holding their wine for them, waiting for one of them to empty his glass for me to serve. “How much for the night?” “She is not for pleasure. She barely knows how to hold a bottle.” Alpha Stefano said, his tone cold as he spoke to h

I asked my mate in an authoritative tone of voice. We were so fucking engrossed in our little roleplay. If Freya and I were doing an erotic romance movie right now, I bet we were already nominated for best male and female actor because we were so good at acting, I mean we were not even trying to act as of this moment. I'm a horny CEO and Freya's my submissive secretary who fears losing her job so she let me fuck her whenever I want. "Um, Jerome was just kind enough to offer me a ride back to my house, boss. We finished late yesterday and there's no taxi outside the building anymore." Freya explained to me and I just raised an eyebrow at her while staring intently at her face.

“I caused it….I am so selfish…he just asked me to help him by getting married to James Russo…but I..I ran away…today I returned and got to know the heart attack…. I am so selfish….Leo said I don’t understand the word family…he is right…ugh! I don’t know how to solve this matter…” I let out a sob and Selena was quick to engulf me in a tight hug. “So who is this guy again?” Emerald asked as she opened g****e on her mobile. “James. James Russo….” I spit it out. I am so hating this dude. “Oh my goods! This man is freaking hot and so damn rich!” Emerald gushed out making me roll my eyes۔. “Show! Show!” Selena left me and grabbed the cell phone from Emerald’s hand.

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I growled, standing to refill my whiskey while they kept going with the report. Angelo is my Consigliere. My right hand. The one who represents the family in matters at the country’s central werewolf headquarters. Angelo, Leo, Nino, Dante, and Stephanie are the members of the Circle. The core of my power. The society that binds us, where we handle the business that keeps this family afloat. “I know you don’t like these events, but the Alpha King will be celebrating his 150th birthday at Frosthaven Castle,” Angelo explained, trying to convince me like always to show up at public events.

But in all the years I knew him, he was never one to know when to quit. I let out a dry laugh, which made me break out into a coughing fit. "Was that an offer?"I mused, my lips splitting as I smirked to myself. Kier may be hanging on to his humanity by a thread, but he had always been so easy to rile up, and that spurt of anger was enough to keep us both sane. "Touch me, and I'll rip your fucking hand off, Commander," "Wow, still with the titles. Nice to know where we stand after all these years together,"

The golden flecks in his eyes swirled, making them brighten and flash dangerously. Towards the left of the stage stood Zeke, his arms crossed in front of him, a crucial ally for our pack and a trusted friend. Asher’s Beta stood to the right, a quiet man who saw much more than the rest of us. He peered out into the crowd; his face neutral beneath the harsh stage lights.

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

“You don’t have to. This isn’t an offer.” Ethan growls. “Then you should start explaining before you’re escorted out.” Her gaze flicks to him again, assessing. “You’re the anchor.” He doesn’t deny it. She turns back to me. “The Arbiter’s withdrawal wasn’t a victory. It was a recalculation.” “I know,” I say quietly. “I felt it.” “Good. Then you also felt what noticed you.” Cold slides down my spine. “Yes.” Her expression sobers. “That thing doesn’t correct worlds. It consumes outcomes. The more a system diverges, the more interesting it becomes.”