Garrett Watts Novels & Stories

He cannot fathom how their brains are working and it's frustrating that they are his family. "That you will raise the white flag and let us have her." Garett who is one of the most immoral in terms of his plans to have his descendants being born from the powerful Khrystyanna. He is sexually attracted to Khrystyanna and Damian knows that because he knows himself how beguiling his wife is without even doing a bit of effort.

I got it at thirty. The door opened. I dropped back into the water, waded to the exit, and stepped into the corridor. Garrett was already there. He was standing against the wall on his good leg, arms crossed, wet, jaw set. His eyes came to me immediately and stayed there. He did not look hostile. He did not look warm either. He looked like a man who had been thinking for forty-five minutes in a flooded room and had arrived at something he intended to say. I stopped in front of him.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Her dad was scary but after what I told him, he smiled at me. “you think you were protecting her, did you?” He asked me as he patted me around the shoulder as we descended the stairs. “Remind me again who are you, young man,” he asked me. “I’m Alex, Alexander MacWatters, a friend of Ian,” I said as he looked at me with amusement. “You’re Alexander MacWatters, the scientist that discovered the different water chemistry that can be used to treat malfunction of the nerve systems. You’re him?” He asked me in bewilderment. I laughed at him.

The pack's eldest living she-wolf said and Garret sighed softly. "Can we stop talking about my mate? I'll find my mate when I'm ready." He muttered. "I...." He closed his eyes briefly and opened them again. His nostril flared up and his hand clenched into a tight fist. Suddenly sweats started rolling down his forehead. "Are you okay, King Garrett?"Kaylee questioned in concern. Garrett swallowed the lump in his throat angrily and pushed back his chair then stood up. "We will tackle this matter some other time. I have to prepare for the hunt. I'll visit you later, Mama Wolfram."He said and started walking out of his office.

"Running around right after giving birth—your body seems fine. Looks like you don't need rest after all." "I'm planning to move Scarlett into the villa. She's a young, delicate Omega who doesn't know how to do housework. Get your discharge papers and come back to serve as our maid." Garrett moved closer to me. His face wore a malicious smile. "Your expressions of pain are the best aphrodisiac I have in bed." He stared at me intently, expecting to see me hurt and heartbroken. But I just wore an expression of numb calm. Finding it boring, Garrett turned to block a nearby healer.

This was Garrett, the head cook. He had been here for twenty years, from what I knew and he was one of the people who still spit on the ground when I walked past. He had openly denounced me several times when I first became Luna, and the only reason he stopped was because of the warning Dominic issued to the pack members then. "What are you doing here?" Garrett barked when he saw me. He didn't bow. He didn't even stop what he was doing. He was hacking at a large piece of meat with a heavy knife.

I pushed open the laundry room door. And stopped. Five wolves stood inside. Young. Broad-shouldered. Their faces carved into hard, eager lines. Their scents prickled the air with aggression. Garrett stepped forward, tall with thick arms and a cruel smirk he seemed proud to wear. My wolf froze, ears flat. “Kaye,” Garrett said, his voice heavy with disdain. “We’ve been looking for you.” I stepped back automatically, but the door clicked shut behind me. Two of them shifted to block the exit, shoulders filling the space in a silent order to stay exactly where I was. The room felt smaller by the second.

Trying to find the angle. "The note that pointed at me," I said. "The one that said I met with Cross. Did you write that?" Garrett looked at me steadily. "No," he said. "I did not." "Then who did?" I said. He was quiet for just a fraction too long. "That," he said carefully, "is the question that should be worrying all of us a great deal more than my midnight visit to Cross." "Why?" I said. "Because I know every person in this compound," he said. "I know their rotations, their habits, their loyalties. I have been watching this compound carefully for weeks." He paused. "And the person who wrote that note is someone I cannot account for."

Steven said. “Correct… As we speak, he's on his way to eliminate Alpha Derren. Once we get rid of you, Gabriella, and him, there'll be no one left to stand in our way,” Garret said. “Can you still transform into a wolf?” Steven asked. Garret laughed and replied, “Who cares about that? My werewolf abilities only put me beneath children. Now I'm on top, just like I was always meant to be.” “Alright then, let's see just how powerful you've become, Garret,” Steven said, then took off his shirt. His eyes turned bright red, and his aura burst out of his body like red flames.