Delta Force Books Novels & Stories

She knew I never wanted to be Alpha and was quite happy being the pack doctor, maybe she was trying to plan ahead but everything went wrong when Kiwi killed our father. It saddened me to think she had kept Kiwi a secret for so long. Not just her but father too. If mother knew she existed, did father? He had worked so hard on trying to teach me how to be an Alpha. Alexander and Kayla’s arguing break my thoughts, they had moved back down the corridor again and all I could hear was Kayla shrieking about how they were mated by the Moon Goddess and how he should love her. Rolling my eyes, I make a point of slamming the door shut, I wanted to read more of the book. Flipping the page to the one Kay

So his gamma and delta will be in charge since his beta is going with. Sorry for only updating a single chapter today. My phone is a wreck

Silence lingered between them. The rest of the flight was quiet as Kevin sat in another seat at the back busy signing documents and discussing business matters while Emma read a book and intermittently looked out the window watching the scenery below and sometimes stealing a glance back at him and caught him looking at her. After an hour, Kevin walked to her, checking on her as she drifted off to sleep. The leather-bound book she was reading lay open on her lap, the words written on its open page clearly visible; “If I know what love is, it is because of you!" Kevin smiled and then put the book aside. There was no lie in it.

For a moment, something in my father's eyes softened. He looked like he wanted to speak. Russ's voice cut through the silence. "Alpha! The enemy's mark!" Russ pointed at me, fury twisting his face. "She carries a Northlands slave brand!" It sat on my left shoulder. A flame-shaped scar burned deep into my flesh. "She was a slave?" "Why didn't the enemy kill her?" "Traitor! She's a traitor! I knew it!" "I'm not!" I struggled, chains rattling loudly.

*MIKAYLA’S POV* “Come on, Mika. Just come to this party with me!” June begged, pulling on my sleeve. Lying on my bed, I was inside my room reading a new book that I borrowed from Alpha Heron’s library. I was hoping to finish it before he came home. The book was about the were-kingdom, containing information about all the various types of shifters. I thought that this particular book should not have been touched, so basically, I was stealing a read.

The way his dark eyes softened when they landed on her, even in front of others. Ayla felt the empire shift beneath her feet. What had once been built on cold discipline and fear now thrummed with something else. Something sharper. Stronger. Lucian D’Argento, the man feared across continents, had let someone in. And the empire he commanded felt it. —

The rest will be sorted out. Thank the Goddess for hearing my cry. My eyes focus on the book as I follow the Alpha out into the living room. A tall figure with chiseled jaw, flashing golden-ring eyes, and perfect thick brows stands in the middle of the living room. Completely dressed like a warrior ready for battle.

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

There were no profile pictures or any personal information given, except that she was based in LA. "Leave the book, A*i, please. I want to read it," said Weston in a quiet tone as he kept inspecting the book minutely. 'Faded Dreams By Isabella H.' "Sure, bro. I've read it already. You can keep it if you want," she said, handing him the book. Weston smiled. "Thanks, A*i. Ask for your treat, right away," he told her. A*ianna smiled back. "Wait, bro. Let her respond and acknowledge that she indeed is our very own Isabella. She could be Isabella Holmes, or Isabella Hawke or Isabella Harris or...," continued Arianna but Weston interrupted her.