Exiled Souls Mc Novels & Stories

Not just anyone starts their own MC or becomes second in command of one. I had family connections, and I was now assuming that Ghost did too. Rogue didn’t trust just anyone, most of his team had familial connections to the club. Not many people came in from the outside. Back to the present time though… As soon as I locked my bedroom door behind us, Ghost had me pressed up against it, his mouth crashing into mine in a kiss that was equal parts demanding and passionate. We fought for dominance, all the time working on getting rid of the other’s clothes.

When he finally spoke, his voice was barely audible. "They exiled me." The words were flat, emotionless, delivered with the kind of careful control that suggested he'd practiced saying them. "Permanently. I can never return to pack territory or hold any position of responsibility in pack hierarchy. As far as my family's pack is concerned, I no longer exist." The gymnasium went dead silent. Exile was the ultimate punishment for pack betrayal—social death that meant losing not just your position and status, but your identity as a member of supernatural society. Exiled pack members became rogues, outcasts who were barred from territory, protection, and community that defined werewolf existence.

Jodie Stafford, the wealthiest heiress in Jensford, suffers a horrific car crash that leaves her paralyzed from the waist down, jeopardizing her claim to Stafford Corp. When the news reaches home, my adopted brother, Liam Gordon, drops to his knees in the living room and begs me to take his place in the arranged marriage. Holding my glass of water, I sneer as I take a step back. "Back then, you looked down on me—the real heir you brought back from the countryside—saying I was too uncultured to be presentable, so you forced the marriage alliance with the Stafford family on Liam instead. "Now that Ms. Stafford is paralyzed and a liability, you want me to take his place? Not a chance in hel

"I'm sorry, Elsa. Even if you force me in any way, I cannot answer your question." "Because that person holds your life in her hands?" Elsa shot back. At first it was silent, then Marley nodded. "None of the servants here really want to stay. We were all sent here because we had problems with the Dawson family. More precisely, we were forced. One day, when you succeed in getting us out of here, you will know what the real answer is." Marley picked up a basket containing other vegetable seeds, then walked away, leaving Elsa alone in the back garden.

We ate our dessert while waiting for the reply. “On a body. It was tattooed on his dick,” Dax texted. “Ouch,” I said and Duke smiled. MCTM. It couldn’t be that simple. They had money and they weren’t above murder, especially of women. “Miles Cartwright and Trett McDowell,” I said. “Miles ran an escort service and Moon shut him down when he decided to play with Celina.” Several things ran through my mind. “They’re gay. Miles opened an animal club in lower Buckeye.” I held up my left hand. “I thought with these fingers, I might be able to get work there.”

“I’m the King’s lawyer.” “Nice to meet you all.” “You must be of importance for the King to pull you out of exile, that doesn’t happen, ever,” Marshall said. “The King and I have some shared interests,” I said. “So why have a tribe and not go back to your lair?” Lynette asked. “My tribe consists of dragonkin, wolves and vampires and I gave the lair to my second in command just before my exile,” I said. “That is most amazing,” Margaret said. “Why were you exiled?” Leona asked me.

" I watched them hold each other for a moment, then lowered my eyes. Apparently, souls could feel heartbreak too. The screen lit up again, showing a private room in an upscale club. Beneath the crystal chandelier, I wore a tight red dress and moved between a group of sleazy chemical plant executives. Glasses clinked. I had a sultry gaze as I laughed, all traces of the innocence I'd shown Brody completely gone. "Ms. Quinn, you're such a pleasure to work with. Here's to you." Gerard Wilcox from Apex Industries raised his glass, his heavy face plastered with a leering smile. I drained the wine without hesitation. "You're too kind, Mr. Wilcox. We're all friends here." I leaned closer with a coy

Div 1: Vanguard Div 2: The Recon Div 3: The Enforcers Div 4: The Medics Div 5: The Shadows Div 6: The Artisans Div 7: The Sentinels Div 8: The Scholars Div 9: The Judicators Div 10: The Warden Each had their own area of what they deal in, and they have a hierarchy, from 1 to 10; the higher the number, the more power they have over the people. The rain stopped. A dark fog falls over the city like a blanket, thick, warm and damp. Roy, still slightly soaked from the earlier storm, stands motionless beneath the stars. He closes his eyes.’ NIGHT - ROOFTOP FWSSHH The same breath escapes Roy’s lips, but now the backdrop has changed: he’s crouched on the edge of a crumbling tower, and a long, dark b

"Fixed on Declan, all the time, every day. He cared about you enough not to make things complicated for you." I open my mouth to argue, but the look on her face stops me. She's not exaggerating or guessing. "There's more," Maya says, quieter now. "After the exile, when everyone else moved on, when the pack stopped talking about Aria Sinclair like she'd ever existed—Wolcott didn't. He left the pack. Went looking for you himself." My chest tightens. "For how long?" "A long time." She holds my gaze. "He never found you."

And there they were both. Sitting on one of the luxurious sofas in the VIP area of ​​the big nightclub in the small town. Cristian did not understand how his companions had convinced his alpha to let them go. In recent times the great wolf was reluctant to give them a well-deserved vacation after the scandal that had formed with Dylan and a woman, where more than one wolf was involved. As a reprimand, he had filled the very busy work schedule for most of the members of the pack and the very capable quartet had been confined in the house guarded by Dakota, with whom they would not dare to leave the limits of the property.