Damian Cowper Novels & Stories

Not only does he give his account of all the murders, he identifies the male remains and the reason behind his death. Damian tells me everything Robin said. Apparently Anne wasn’t responsible for the man’s death, but was present on the day it happened. The victim’s name was Alex Cooper. He was one of Anne’s many lovers, and the first body to go into the dam. The kicker was he was shot by Shawn Stone. “He’s still fucking with me from the grave” Damian murmurs. “I never thought he was capable of murder. I guess he was more ruthless than I thought”

He waved me into a chair. He pulled some documents to him, then asked, almost as an afterthought. “Do you want something to drink?" I shook my head, anxious to get my answers. "Good. Let's get down to business then. My name, as I have said before is Damian Donovan. I know this is not the best time but you may know me as Mr. Carter’s biggest rival." He cocked his head to one side, regarded me. "Perhaps he has mentioned me..."

I don't think I'd be okay with seeing his dick yet. When I'm done, I go into the bedroom and see Cole fast asleep again. He's got a modelling shoot today so he actually has to wake up. Nathan shakes him and pulls him off the low bed. Cole groans but still stumbles into the bathroom in his tired state. I go downstairs where Damian is stood eating a bowl of cereal as usual. I still don't know why he doesn't sit down at the dining table to eat. Unfortunately, Damian is going home today. He's decided to retire and give his club to his second in command there. I was shocked when I heard this but Damian said he's happy just being a member of Club Sin. He's going down south to sort his affairs and

Cole said. “You took my patience,” Damian replied, crossing to him. One of the men stood like muscle ought to, slow, wide, testing distance. Cole held up a hand. “Not yet.” “You have something of mine,” Damian said, voice even. “I want it back.” Cole grinned, lazy. “You think that’s how this works?” Damian moved a step closer. “I think you know who I am.” “I do,” Cole said. “That’s the fun part.”

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It was him – standing over me with a satisfied smirk, as if ruining my day was his birthright. Damian Hayes. Quarterback of Ridgewood High. Rich, hot, and cruel as hell. “Oops,” he drawled, tilting his head mockingly. His sharp jawline looked sculpted from stone, his messy brown hair falling perfectly over his dark green eyes. “Looks like someone’s too clumsy to even hold a tray.” I swallowed down the lump in my throat. “Fuck you, Damian.” His smile widened into a wicked grin. He leaned down, so close his breath tickled my ear. “You wish, princess.”

His second in command, his oldest friend, and the only man alive who spoke to him like that and kept his throat. Damien turned from the window. Cole was watching him with sharp green eyes and the careful expression of someone who knew better than to push but was absolutely going to push anyway. He was built like a fighter, relaxed like he wasn't — the particular ease of a man who was dangerous enough to afford it. "I found my mate last night," Damien said. The amusement left Cole's face instantly.

And I knew quite well that if I didn't pay him his money back completely he'd never let me walk away. Damian sat on the edge of the bed, eyes lowered, his expression so dark I couldn't tell what he was really thinking. I wiped his back with a wet towel. I couldn’t understand why he was burning up so quickly. “What’s wrong?” I asked him. “It’s fine, don’t worry.” He replied. Unknown to me Damian was in serious pain. He has been celibate for over two months which was not the usual case for a male werewolf of his caliber and right now my presence was making it harder to control himself because he was slipping into rut.

He gently brushed his palm down his daughter’s long, blonde hair. “Guards…” I parted my lips, yet Julius Campbell interrupted. “Alpha, calm down, please.” He bowed. “To tell you the truth…Damian has lost his mind. Three years ago, he got into a huge car crash while working abroad. Unfortunately, he lost his fated mate in the crash. She had long blonde hair like Serena. Ever since then, he thinks every blonde-haired girl is his true mate.” “Forgive him, Alpha.” He knelt on the ground and pleaded, keeping his gaze on the mud.

Damian coaxed, placing a fleeting kiss on her forehead. She sighed hugging him, they both looked back to their two pups playing and having fun. “Thank you” Damian whispered, stroking her back. She raised her head to him smiling “Why?” “For being an amazing woman to me, a trustworthy Luna to this pack, and a wonderful mother to our pups” He muttered. Taking her hands he placed a kiss on them “Life with you is seamless” He whispered. She giggled “You made it easy for me, D. So thank you too,” She said.