Novelas y relatos de Damien Crowe

“I know. But we’re ready. We have to be.” The door to the crawlspace creaked, slowly, deliberately. Rowan pressed his back against the wall, poker raised. A faint shadow appeared under the crack at the bottom of the door. His pulse thundered. Then, with deliberate slowness, Damien stepped into the beam of lightning from above. Green eyes glinting, lips curved in that terrifying, confident smirk. Every movement was calculated, every gesture precise. He didn’t speak at first just watched. Waiting. Rowan’s jaw tightened. “Stay behind me,” he whispered.

The brief warmth of her voice faded fast, leaving the office colder than before. The private side door clicked open. Nathaniel Crowe strode in tall, athletic, scar cutting across his brow. He didn’t wait to be invited. He never did. Damien didn’t bother with pleasantries. He tapped the photo. "Look at the man standing with my father."

“I’m just securing the perimeter for the new Northcrest Academy expansion, I swear!” Damien Cross scrambled to adjust the tactical heavy-duty folder under his arm, his scent spiking with a mix of surprise and the metallic tang of a wolf who had been caught off-guard. He was the Crowne Alpha’s right hand, a lethal enforcer in a tailored tactical suit that whispered of Mafia-style dominance, and here he was, standing in the middle of a civilian residential zone.

“But sir, do you think you and Arya can be… married couples? She still doesn’t know who you are.” Sir Damien stopped in front of the door, his hands already on the door knob. “But I know who she is. My first love. Stop the questions. She’s not home now. Go yourself, get your young master a wife.” As he walked out, his driver, standing outside the Lamborghini pushed the honk button then bowed. “Sir Damien, where do you want to be?” “At Northern Eclipse university.” He sighed, getting in. He saw the Butler leave the room and wave, as his Lamborghini dashed out of the compound.

The gravity of the situation was palpable, as I struggled to accept the horrors unfolding before my eyes. “Tonight, we will make it clear that crossing the line in my house is unacceptable. If you do, there will be consequences,” Dane addressed the crowd in a stern tone. Kendra gripped my hand tightly as if she knew I might do something reckless. “Catrina, your time here in the Red Moon pack is over, and now you will meet your creator.” Catrina wept as Dane spoke. I saw Dane’s biceps tense as he prepared to swing, so I quickly pulled my hand away from Kendra’s and sprinted toward Catrina at full speed.

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

Looking at my watch, there was still another forty-five minutes until we traded off in the kitchen. Liam opened the door five minutes later, hand-in-hand with a tall man. He had short blond hair and his eyes were an electric blue. He was very handsome, and I held out my hand. Smiling, he took my hand. “Alpha Desmond, it’s good to finally meet you.” “Dillard Young, it’s lovely to meet you as well. I told my son he should have brought you over sooner.” Liam cleared his throat. “Dad, come on.”

"Excuse me, do you have any updates on Damian? How is he doing?" The nurse paused for a moment, her eyes filled with empathy as she met my gaze. "I understand your concern, but Mr. Crown’s parents are on their way. Doctor Crown is with him right now, doing everything he can. I assure you, he's in good hands." Doctor Crown. That's Damian’s Uncle, Jonathan’s twin brother. I nodded, my worry far from being alleviated, as I watched the nurse hurry off, disappearing into the bustling chaos of urgent activity.

Though clarity followed soon enough. “Let go of me, you bastard,” he growled. “Who the hell are you?” Damien asked. “You aren’t one of my pack.” “I’m a rogue, and damn proud of it,” Crow said. He grinned, that same shit-eating grin was even more unnerving without the skull mask. His eyes were wild, even with the large bruise blooming over half-his face. He looked crazed. “Feel that, Alpha? It’s shame. A rogue destroyed your warriors.”

“We need eyes in his alliances. The packs that owe him fealty. The ones that trade through his borders. I want every den, every crossing point, every hidden route marked. He can hide from me, but he can’t hide from what’s loyal to him. I’ll find her through them.” Damian hesitated. “And if you do? Have you thought of what you would do if she willingly went to him, Liam? I understand that you want to believe that she didn’t, but my question is, if she did. What are you going to do about it? Because it seems to me that you are not thinking clearly when it comes to that.”