Finnick Odair Novels & Stories

"Take him in. Investigate thoroughly. Don't let him slip through on a single charge." "Yes, sir." After hanging up, Finnigan looked at Leopold. "It's time to go. You've had your fun all these years. Now the party's over." Leopold actually smiled at that. "Mr. Ordman, there are things you don't understand and never will. You hold an important position now, but what about before you got there?" Finnigan's voice turned hard as steel. "Before I got this position, I still thought about serving the people. Unlike you, who chose corruption and used power to crush others. You don't deserve to be deputy director of anything."

He dipped his pen in ink and began to write—not to Alexandro this time, but to Serena’s father. If the man wouldn’t come to him, then Valerian would demand his presence. To the Alpha of the Silver Fangs, Your silence has not gone unnoticed. You and I both know the weight of our shared past. You were once a soldier under my command, a brother in arms. I do not ask for your allegiance, nor for your apology. But I ask for your honesty. Your daughter is missing. And you said nothing. You knew I would be blamed. Perhaps that was your intention. But if it was not, then now is the time to speak.

The only person that made me forget about Ryder Saint for one time. I spun around, and yep there he was. Just I had known. Finn Anderson. He leaned casually against the hood of some sleek black car, a smirk dancing on his lips, messy blonde hair falling into his blue eyes. His hands are shoved into his pocket like he's on a style mission. He looked… hot. Kissable.

Aiden's father asked his mother. "Yes, if you do." They may love each other or care for each other, but she was still a breeder and so still referred to her owner for everything. "Okay, what would you like to know Luna Kate?" "Your names would be a nice start." I joked. "I am so sorry." Alpha Reed said. "Bad Manners. This is Delta Squad Leader, Harry Tim, his breeder, Malia and their son, Aiden." "Thank you for talking to me. When did you buy Malia.

he sighed. “Well, getting together wasn’t a cakewalk. I was stupid and had a girlfriend before I was old enough to find my mate,” he explained. “Okay? So?” I asked. “My ex was livid when we were at one of the dances, and I smelled Aislinn. I walked away from her and followed my nose to Aislinn. Cindy was not willing to let me go. She caused a lot of problems for us. And Aislinn was this shy girl, and she was born blind, so she’s always been a quiet sort. She didn’t want to get into a fight with Cindy. But her wolf, Angel, well she wanted to kill Cindy. It took me time to earn Aislinn’s love and prove that she was more important to me than Cindy,” he explained.

Elodie said as she poked her head out of the doorway. "Who knew our tiny princess would balloon out like that.” Aaron said. Col. Oda had walked up behind Aaron just in time to hear that and smacked him on the back of the head, "Aaron, She is pregnant not a balloon." "Right boss. Well, who knew Akechi's spawn would make her balloon out like that.” Aaron said revising his statement. "Slightly better.” Col. Oda laughed. Col oda continued on to the computer lab where he spent most of his free time now. He had changed over the six months since their return. "Damn, I really need to get a girlfriend.” Aaron said.

While he was from the Wisdom Pack, I was from the Discipline Pack. Until I was kidnapped and dragged here to be kept prisoner when I was only thirteen. I'm older now. And I'm a leader. Kaden, the Alpha of Vengeance allowed me a small portion of his land after I released his brother and told him where his parents were, to lead. "Cross off Kaden and Landon while your at it. Both are mated," I say, and Adrian obliges. I stare at the remaining names. "What about Isaiah?" Adrian asks, ready to cross the name off. The Alpha of Passion.

The team was hand-selected by Colonel Benton-Jones, and Archer was there to lead the Tactical Team into missions that were kept out of the public eye. “You alright man?” Johnson asked Archer, snapping his fingers in front of his face. “Huh? Yeah. Sorry.” He shook his head. Johnson sat back on the chair, he was tall in stature, his black hair was shaved short on the sides but long on top. Johnson was one of the drone operatives, someone Archer trusted with his life. Observant down to the millimetre, he valued him as a mate as well as part of his team. His confidence oozed out of him, he had the ability to changes someone’s mind with one word or look.

I just looked at him funny. “I had things on my mind, but it’s better now,” I said with a smile. Kennedy has been at my place for the last three nights. I laid with her naked in my bed, but no matter how hard I try. I only see Sadie’s face in my head. I know I’m fucking up, but what other choice do I have? Damn it, I’m Jacob Coleman the golden boy. What else can I do? This is who I am. At that moment all I felt was hate and betrail. I felt sick to my stomach.

He was shirtless. He sped toward Elder Xan, who was busy sinking his fangs into the neck of the trumpet player he had overpowered. Adrian grabbed Xan and slammed him against the wall with brutal force. The wall cracked on impact. Xan crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as Adrian released him. “In my office in twenty minutes,” Adrian said as he walked past me and headed for the exit. Medics came running toward the wounded. I helped support the injured men, but they couldn’t save the trumpet player. He passed away a few minutes after they arrived.