Faith Fraser Novels & Stories

Pure Mom. “What are you doing here?” “The gig in San Fran wrapped up finally. And I was headed back to Manassas for a breather, and decided I just had to stop in Texas and see you.” Now Sarah narrowed her eyes and stepped closer. “Oh. My. God. Faith, you have a new fella.” “What?” “I can just tell. Spill it, girl, I’m all ears.” Before Faith could speak, there was a brief knock on the door, and then Jandy let herself in.

Enyo just nods, clearly not wanting to discuss her injuries. I gave my cousin a coffee and Fran a green tea, she stopped drinking coffee when she became pregnant. I watch how my mate and Fran interact, I can't help the smile on my face. I mind-link my Beta ‘Thanks man, I appreciate the clothes and kindness’ He looks at me and shakes his head. ‘Clay, I have never seen Fran so relaxed with anyone man, it’s a pleasure’ He tells me as he drinks his coffee.

He walked toward me, his bare feet making no sound on the heavy Persian rug. "There is nothing to finish," he said, stopping a mere two inches from me. The heat from his bare chest washed over me, instantly making my skin prickle. "You need to go back to your room before someone sees you." "Nobody is awake," I challenged, looking up into his dark eyes. "Why are you so afraid? The great Evander Sinclair, terrified of a twenty-one-year-old girl." A muscle jumped in his jaw. "I am not afraid of you, Saskia. I am protecting your future. If Victoria finds out about us—"

“I just… I can’t believe it.” “I know,” she murmured. “You didn’t deserve that. But you’re stronger than him. And stronger than this shit.” I sniffled, clutching her closer. “Thanks, Fi. I needed this.” “Always,” she whispered. “You’re not alone, Isha. Ever.” “My head hurts,” I groaned, pressing my hand to it. “Mary should be here any second with tea—hangover cure,” Fiona said, propping her chin on her hand. “So… going back to London?”

Craig, who is at the front and doing a crime map at the board with Drake, notices our presence and comes to me. “How’s Rena?” His questions echo in the room, catching everyone’s attention. In a matter of seconds, the room becomes dead silent, and every pair of eyes lands on me. With pursed lips, I look at them with pain and shake my head. “I don’t know how she’ll recover. Her trust is fully broken. She barely let anyone touch her. And…” Fury glints in my eyes, and my hands clenched into a fist on my side. “And her father is a fucking asshole.”

“As I keep telling you people - she took the poison by accident.” Nurse Fraser doesn’t back down. “That’s what they all say,” the nurse replies with a smug, satisfied smile. Rafael just nods and lingers his eyes on the cross resting against her white uniform. “I keep running into very… unforgiving Christians.” His voice is low, dangerous. I’ve heard that before - right before he punched Bruce in the stomach. “Get out.” The nurses scamper to leave the room, closing the door behind them as they do.

“That was different—” “How?” I cut in, my voice low but unrelenting. “Because she was your daughter-in-law? Because you assumed I’d never challenge the double standard?” Alexander stepped forward. “Because she was vetted. Because she at least had credentials.” “Freya has credentials,” I said. “She’s got more practical insight into human behavior than anyone on our executive team. She’s already saved us from two potential PR disasters. And more importantly, I trust her.” “You trust her,” he repeated, like it was a disease.

Frances had been more like the crazy and cool aunt to Christina rather than a mother figure, or at least that was what she had been before she found religion. After she found religion, she became a self-righteous prick whose only interest in life was criticizing Christina's choices, much like Mr. Carter always did. Before she committed suicide, Frances had been all up in Christina's business, encouraging her to right her wrongs and such bullshit, and this had made Christina draw even further away from her. Christina sure as hell had no wrongs to right as far as she was concerned. Who would have known that Frances was harboring such a huge secret as Christina’s true paternity?

Was it that Faith was too kind, or she had a hidden agenda? Faith was the daughter of an alpha, so she wasn't supposed to care about someone like her who was a nobody. “You do not have to worry about me, I am fine,” “Are you sure you are really fine?” “What do you mean? I said I’m fine,” Kyra could feel anger bubbling within her. Anger that was not gone completely from seeing Tristan again. “No, you are not. You might be fine, but your wolf isn’t,” “I don’t understand you. Are you a seer or what? Both I and my wolf are fine,” Kyra could not help but snap.

Elina shook her head, for some unknown reason. But finally the woman opened her voice, "I don't want to make you and your family fight Dam," she said slowly. "You are my wife, Ethan my son, we are family," Adam interrupted quickly. "Do you trust Mark more?" Elina rolled her eyes, the woman immediately shook her head quickly, she didn't want Adam to think that way. Trusting Mark would be tantamount to suicide. Elina had even tried to kill herself for believing in her husband's brother. "I trust you Damon."