Devon From Turning Red Novels & Stories

Erdem returned to the table and stood opposite me. "You damaged a camera." "No, I didn't." "You entered a restricted corridor and planted a listening device near my office." "No." He picked up the broken relay. "Forty-seven seconds." I looked at it. "What about them?" "That's how long the camera went dark." "Perhaps your cameras are unreliable." He set the relay back down. "Hendrix, do I look stupid to you? Where did you learn to do it?" "No? Do what?" "Disable a camera without triggering the main alarm."

“You’re joking.” “Nope.” “Gentle? With her?” “Yes, gentle,” Devon says, leaning back in his chair as if enjoying the topic. “Stop towering over her like a storm cloud. Stop snapping every time you feel something you don’t understand. You want her to like you? Stop acting like she’s one step away from being dragged out of the pack in chains.” I scowl in my chair with my hands slowly rolling into a fist. “I don’t act like that.” “You kind of do,” he says casually. “It’s giving ‘feral dog guarding its favorite shoe.’”

Standing, I hastily turn only to bump into something, or rather someone. The person’s chest is rock hard, I can literally feel the hard toned muscles underneath. Oh just fucking great, how bad can my day go? “Can you please watch where you are goin-” My words die quickly as I look up to meet a piercing set of emerald green eyes, the stupid pang occurs in my heart. Devon’s wearing a crisp white shirt, he seems to have tucked away his suit jacket, right now, there’s nothing friendly about his cold stare not to mention how deep his frown is.

powers. His elite guard, alerted by his shift in demeanor, gathered around, their expressions grim. “Alpha,” one of them stated, his voice taut. “We need to return. Now.” Devon nodded, his elemental powers swirling around him, the very ground seeming to vibrate with his contained rage. He had been played. His pursuit of a diversion had left his pack vulnerable, and his family exposed. He had underestimated the cunning of his brother and the depths of his father’s fear.

“I’m entertained.” Devon’s jaw tightened, panic simmering beneath the surface. He needed control—fast. Turning abruptly, he strode back to the desk and grabbed fresh parchment. “If Draven is angry,” he muttered, dipping his quill, “then I will remove the problem before he returns.” Phil watched, arms crossed, eyes gleaming. Devon wrote swiftly, his strokes sharp and forceful. When he finished, he sealed the letter with BloodFall’s crest and rang for a guard.

The crimson hue of his fur glistened under the sunlight, radiating an eerie glow that heightened the ominous atmosphere. Devin's eyes, once filled with an unsettling madness, now burned with an intensity that pierced through the chaos. They gleamed a deep, blood-red, reminiscent of smoldering embers in the dead of night. It was a visual testament to the untamed power coursing through his veins.

“For crossing a line.” It was so unexpected, so unlike him, that I almost laughed. Devon never apologized, not to anyone. What's going on with him? “That’s new,” I said flatly. “Don’t make it harder than it is,” he muttered, taking a step closer. His voice softened. “ You should go home, you look pale.” I wanted to believe him, but then his eyes shifted down, to the redness peeking through my blouse. His expression changed instantly. “What happened to you?” His tone was sharper now.

But it seemed my guess was wrong. Devon took the wolftail grass from behind his shirt. We got it as a gift for Mom on the way to the place. “Here! You give this to Mom and don’t ever make her cry again!” Devon said to Dad with a serious look on his face. His face turned red as he blushed, and then he sprinted away to pretend he wanted to discuss something with Beta Liam. Dad looked at me, puzzled at what happened, but I just smiled at him and then shrugged.

Chapter 4: Competition? Kai’s P.O.V “Wow.” Devon gave the three of us a once over as he leaned back in his seat with a smirk. “The three of you sure look wonderful this fine morning.” Three consecutive groans came from three different people but for three completely different reasons. Joshua, the red-headed player of our group who got spotted the most because of his unusual hair color, gave Devon the middle finger as he laid his head back down on his desk. “Fuck you, man! I nearly had a heart attack! And this is what I come back to?”

The door clicks shut with a final thud that echoes right through the soles of my feet to my very bones as I stand frozen in the center of the room... Slowly, the full weight of where I am crashes down on me like an avalanche! ​The room is covered entirely in deep, scarlet red tones... It looks less like a bedroom and more like some kind of seductive dungeon designed for a singular... sinful purpose! The bed in the center is so massive, it could easily fit four people!