Dr Thorn Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

“And when do I get to meet the two children in question?” “At dinner,” I said. “Cecil’s down for a nap, and with any luck, Richard will stay asleep too.” I heard the door open and close as we reached the ground floor. Jackson shrugged out of his coat as he turned to look at us. “Jackson, glad you’re back. This is Dr. Margaret Thompson,” I said. “Jackson will be a part of the team.” He stepped forward with a friendly smile, extending his hand to her. "Dr. Thompson, it is a pleasure to meet you. "

KIERAN'S POV The meeting was dragging on longer than it needed to. Dmitri Volkov's lieutenant was making excuses about the delayed shipment. Again. I sat at the head of the conference table, half-listening to his stammering explanations about port security and customs delays. Dante stood behind me, silent as always. A living reminder of what happened to people who wasted my time. "Mr. Thorne, if you could just give us another week" "You've had three weeks," I said, cutting him off. "The contract was clear. The timeline was clear.

The word cracked in my throat. “Of course.” Elena shrugged, distracted as she reached for a tray. “That’s Draco Thorne. You’ve heard of him. Heir to Thorne Enterprises. His family runs half the city. They even own that record company—the one that signs people worldwide. And Marla… she’s money too. Old money, they’re a perfect match.” Thorne. Draco Thorne, not Thomas. My world tilted. The ground beneath me, the air in my lungs, everything spun.

I slipped out of bed, needing the oblivion of caffeine and a moment to piece together the incredibly reckless, unbelievably satisfying night I’d just had with a complete stranger I’d met at O’Malley’s after far too many vodka sodas following my disastrous breakup. Padding into his minimalist living room, my eyes landed on a framed photo on the sleek, dark bookshelf. Him. Looking impossibly distinguished in some kind of formal academic robe, his hand clasped with the university president. Below it, a small, silver plaque read: “Draco Thorne, Head of Literature Department.”

“I love you too much and that’s the problem.” I orgasmed, crying out as pleasure exploded through me. Then draven followed, groaning my name as he spilled his thick cum deep inside my tight pussy. We stayed locked together, breathing heavily. For a moment it felt almost peaceful. Then Draven pulled back slightly, brushing strands of my hair from my face. His expression turned serious. “There’s something else. Kai Thorn is back in the city. He’s been asking about you. If he finds out how bad things are here, he might try to take you.”

The room smelled of burnt ozone, the copper tang of Elias’s cooling blood, and the singed chemical scent of my own scorched robe. “Look at the reading, Damian,” a voice cut through the hum—thin, precise, and utterly devoid of empathy. Dr. Aris Thorne stood near the shattered glass of the observation bay, his fingers dancing across a handheld terminal. He didn't look like a doctor; he looked like a jeweler appraising a diamond he intended to crush. His gaze drifted from the screen to the silver threads lacing across my jaw. He watched them flicker, his eyes widening with a terrifying, academic hunger.

But it was the male at their center who commanded attention. Commander Thorne. Even among Executioners, Thorne was legend. A massive wolf with silver-streaked black hair pulled into a severe knot, a face like carved stone, and eyes the color of cold steel. Scars crisscrossed his exposed arms, each one supposedly from a pack he had destroyed. "Alpha Ronan Draven." Thorne's voice carried across the clearing without him raising it. "How generous of you to greet us personally." I stopped at the border line, Garvin flanking me, a dozen of my strongest warriors at my back. It wasn't nearly enough if this turned violent, but it was all the strength I dared show without appearing aggressive.

They returned their gaze to Gamma who now was standing between Nanisca and Alpha Magnus, but still refusing to say anything. Declan came in through the door, with a serious expression about him. Gamma instantly grew wideeyed. I saw blood instantly drain out from Nanisca's face, and Alpha Magnus too, but I still couldn't understand what was happening. It wasn't just Declan who had come into the room. Behind him was a giant sized man who was strangely familiar. I focused hard on the man with narrowed eyes, and then recognition hit me. Thorne was alive!

Avoid trouble. Especially Evan Thorne—a man who knew almost every detail of her past. If she could avoid crossing paths with him in this place for the rest of her life, she would consider herself lucky. Avery quietly stepped back half a pace, ready to turn around and retreat. But at that very moment, the deputy director spotted her at the corner of the corridor and called out loudly, dragging her into the spotlight. "Mr. Thorne! Please, allow me to introduce you to our psychology department's newest top-tier talent—a brilliant doctor from Obsidian City's old-money elite, Dr. Doris Morris!"

Now, last night is something I will never be able to share with her. I spent my entire night stalking him. Alexander Joel Thorne. The CEO of Thorne Electronics. 32 years of age and 6’3 tall. Millions of followers on I*, but all he posts are pictures of the night sky, beautiful buildings, art, expensive places, and his view from his penthouse—I know this because I’ve been inside his home twice now. Not even one photo of himself. He only follows Thorne Electronics on all his social media accounts. Not his friends. Not even Dimitri, which I think is weird because they’re good friends and Dimitri follows him.