Finn Hudson Novels & Stories

Alpha Damien, the great and prestigious Alpha of the red moon pack and one of the strongest, leading billionaires and businessmen of all time, stood right at the door of the kitchen, from which Courtney had just left. His cold gaze, glazed against the body of that woman and in comprehensive pain followed by rage, overwhelmed him. He wanted to just shred her into pieces. Ariel immediately cringed, knowing absolutely what it felt like to be close to him. It was like death, the hand of death clutching her, clawing at her and choking her. But, instead of it taking her, it toiled with her.

"We've got some training to do to get them up to par, but they've got a lot of potential." "Anyone in particular impress you?" he asks. I smile. "I'm sure we've got our eye on the same guy." He smirks. "Rowen Flanigan?" "The kid's got some good moves." "I knew he was gonna be a good pick before I even saw him play. Comes from good genes." "Yeah?" "Yep. His daddy is Ryan Flanigan. Sound familiar?"

The jeans he was wearing hugged his thighs nicely. "Don't think to hard Nix" "Shut up Luca" sighing I shift back my wolf and start to head home. 'Mate' Niro says turning the river. Running along the tree line smoke can be seen rising through the trees tops and the closer I get my advanced hearing tunes in on the sounds of cracking wood and Harper's voice muttering to himself. Stepping closer to his camp I watch as he takes off his soaked hoodie and tosses it to the ground next to the fire, I watch from the shadows ahead he reaches for the hem of his shirt and starts to lift up exposing a small amount of smooth skin.

He has to be harsh to someone who was once his best friend. Shane gets on his cell and within minutes the door to our SUV opens and Adrian's face appears in the doorway. He starts sniffing the air and lets out a low growl. These are all signs indicating that he can smell his mate but there are only men in here. "MATE!" I hear a growl from behind me and quickly remember that Alpha Harold's daughter is also in here with us. How the fuck did I forget that? "MATE!" echos through the SUV as Adrain growls low before getting inside and staring at her. It's also at this point that I realize that I don't even know her name.

hisses Michelle in my ear. "Not now," I murmur back. "I'll tell you at lunch." With that, I bolt back to my desk as fast as I can without actually running. I slide into my chair and reach for my bottle of water with shaking hands. Sexy mystery man is Taylor Hudson, owner of Hudson International. An importer of exotic spices, teas and coffee, Hudson has made a mark supplying celebrity chefs, high-end restaurants, boutique shops and even royalty with unique blends not found elsewhere in the world. A relatively young company, Hudson has been operating for five years and in that time has grown to be a multimillion-pound business employing over 150 staff worldwide. This I know from the corporate

I just went on with my journey. “Liam.” The voice immediately made my stomach drop. It was no one else but Hudson’s voice. Was he seriously stalking me?, I stopped and turned to look at him. Hudson stood maybe ten feet back, hands in the pockets of his black hoodie, hood up, only a few dark strands of hair escaping to stick to his forehead from the wet snow. No jacket, just the thin gray beater underneath clinging to his chest and shoulders from the damp. His breath came out in slow white clouds. He didn’t look cold. He wasn’t shivering. He looked like the storm was nothing.

I wanted to run back and take the sheet fabric to cover my body again but I felt my knees weaken with how intense he was looking at me. He is not the Prince. He is the Alpha King Jacob—Alpha of the Moonlight Throne and King of all the thrones in the wilding forest. His gaze was already fixed in my eyes, yet I still felt it roaming over my body. “I-I’m sorry, Your grace. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” I bowed down to avoid his eyes. They were just pierced, and hot, and glaring. His stares could make anyone tremble in their knees. “Apology accepted. So you are my son’s new whore? The one he has taken on the night of choosing.” The sound of his footsteps drew nearer.

A jagged, brutal scar ran from his temple down to his jaw—a white, puckered ravine of ruined flesh that marred the perfection I had memorized in the portraits. "G-giddeon..." The name was a sacrilege, a sob caught in my throat. "Giddeon Hudson. You’re... you’re supposed to be dead. The crash... the funeral... I stood at your memorial." He let out a short, dry scoff that sounded like grinding stones. "Giddeon Hudson died in that fire, betrayed by the very blood that was supposed to protect him," he said, the scar on his face twitching. "Maxwell Romanov is the man who crawled out of the wreckage. Giddeon was a fool who loved a faithless wife and a greedy son. Maxwell is the man who waited year

After glaring at him for a little longer, the two finally began to leave when suddenly, they heard the old man say, “Tsk… These silver needles are useless!” Finnley had been looking at the pack of silver needles that Dr. Hudson had with him when he said that. After discovering that they were useless, however, he simply threw them away in resignation. “You…! That’s going way too far!” yelled Dr. Hudson, his hands shaking in rage. “Humph! I’m telling the truth! Those needles there were all garbage! I need actual needles like the ones the brothers there have! You two, take your silver needles out now!” said Finnley as he looked at both Drake and Tyson who were still standing at the door.