Freckled Guys Novels & Stories

“Though, I should’ve expected this kind of behavior from a wolfless human.” That damn word again. “Oh, I see,” the freckled man hissed. “This is the idiot who chose to scar you in Basics?” Scar? Had I really cut him that deep? I was too busy musing my own strength to realize that the freckled man had stepped in closer to me. He was so tall, taller than Maximus. His entire being engulfed mine in a shadow and it showed what I really was. An ant amongst giants. Angry giants.

He goes to grab me, and my beast jumps, kicking off his chest and flipping back away from him in front of my pack. I look at all the guys as my beast relaxes, giving me back my control. One has blood all over the front of his shirt from his nose, which is now healed. His hair hangs loose with curls down to his midsection. One has dirt and ash all over the front of his shirt. His hair is shorter all around but is slightly longer on top; it is neatly styled to be a little messy. The third has buzzed sides fading up to hair that is spiked up messily, but it suits him. The last one stands with a perfect pearly white smile, and I lock eyes with him. The sides of his hair are short, and the top is

“You must be out of your mind.” “I’ve been eagerly anticipating this moment—to return to this place.” Frederick stared out at the water, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. His body was covered in a multitude of tattoos, leaving no space untouched. He served as a front-line soldier and held a beta position in my brother’s ranks. He had launched a surprise attack on Gray, completely unaware of his true abilities. Frederick reveled in the adrenaline of risky situations, seeking out thrills and excitement, while I remained content with my ordinary life.

However, both men were covered in tattoos and muscles. Alpha Jace was a natural bleach blonde with freckles. He had such a baby face that he put a snake tattoo across his chest, around his neck and on his cheek. With working out for ten hours a day, he transformed his adolescence appearance to a bodybuilder in months. Jacob and I always wondered if he used any enhancers because of this.

The broken nose was well worth the ruddy-cheeked embarrassment on his big brother's face, though, when Chris asked him who slept in the middle. What bad luck Mitchell had to share his woman with another guy. Not that Chris disliked Alejandro, Francine's other mate. On the contrary, he found Javier's brother, Alejandro, highly entertaining, especially since he excelled at driving Mitchell nuts. But still, while the threesome thing sounded kind of kinky, Chris wasn't the type to want to share, especially not his mate and for life. No way, not him.

Whatever tore into him left behind something ragged and cruel. The other man is younger—by a lot. His wild ginger hair looks like it hasn’t been tamed in years. He’s lightly freckled, green-eyed, and sports an oversized shirt that’s clearly not his. It hangs off him like he borrowed it last minute, probably from the man beside him. Where the older man is brute strength, this one is lean muscle, shoulders wiry and compact. He moves like someone used to climbing things he shouldn’t be on.

The two who climbed out of the backseat could have been brothers, although one was clearly younger. Both had brown unkempt hair that hung about their shoulders and short stubble. I doubted any girl would find them attractive, even just passable. They too were lightly tanned and the older one had an arrogant look about him, walking with a slight swagger. All four of the group were shirtless and even at first glance, I had a bad feeling about these guys.

"Actually, yeah, we were talking about you, plotting how to kick you off the front team. Can't have a girl stealing all the glory." Freckles crossed her arms, smirking. "Oh, really? Try harder, boys. I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me." "Stuck? More like blessed," second guy shot back, but he was still chuckling. Freckles shook her head. "Blessed? Please. I'm the mother of this team. I will keep you all in line, make sure you don't trip over your own feet." The guys howled with laughter at that, slapping each other on the backs. "Mother Freckles! Yeah, that fits," one of them, Jake, said. "You gonna tuck us in at night too?"

Two guys visible through the glass. They were big. Tall, broad, the kind of built that comes from lifting heavy things for fun. One had dark hair pulled back in a messy knot, a short beard framing his jaw, sleeves rolled up to show thick forearms covered in black ink. The other had a buzz cut, silver hoops in both ears, shoulders so wide they looked almost cartoonish. Both wore plain black t-shirts that clung in all the right places. They looked like they’d walked straight out of one of those over-the-top p**n scenes I sometimes watched alone at 2 a.m. when I was too restless to sleep—exaggerated, too handsome, too confident, the kind of guys who made your pulse jump just by existing in the

Shaking his fingers he chuckled, it was the least reaction she had expected from him. One time he is as angry and deadless as a viper,the other time he is as flirty and lively as a golden retriever. “You are lucky,I am not blessed with sharp teeth or else you would be missing two fingers right now”. Angela told him. “You are an interesting one Freckles, and I think we are going to get on just fine”. He smiled at her. “No we are not! I need to go home,get me out of here. What on earth made you think I wanna be with a man as shameless and arrogant as…”.