Garrett Watts Novels & Stories

More controlled. Shianne's head snaps up, her wolf rising to the surface, eyes flashing amber. I set my coffee down and stand, my body already shifting into a defensive stance. The bike rounds the bend—a massive Harley, chrome gleaming in the sunlight. The rider is broad-shouldered and leather-clad, his face obscured by a dark helmet until he pulls it off. Vice President Garrett. He kills the engine and swings off the bike with practiced ease, his boots crunching on gravel as he approaches. His expression is neutral, respectful, but there's steel beneath it.

After about twenty minutes of waiting and I could feel my father already growing impatient , Garrett finally walked in , with Kendall, her uncle Damien and a member of the eclipse pack that Kendall had once introduced me to , Linda. "Hello , Henry Marshall. " Garrett greeted my father and stretched out his hand for an handshake. Garrett was a five foot man and looked nothing like his personality. He looked like a regular man , not a very ambitious and powerful Alpha, who would kill anything or anybody standing in his way. My father and Garrett exchanged pleasantries and Garrett finally looked at me , "Zayne! How are you? You're officially welcome to the Garrett mansion." "Thank you Mr Forres

Just the wind and the trees and the sense of something watching. Then, movement. A figure stepping out of the shadows. Not Valerie. Male. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark hair streaked with gray. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he said. “Who are you?” “My name is Garrett.” He smiled. It was a predator’s smile. “I believe you know my mate.” Valerie’s mate. The one from the cabin. The one she’d been meeting for months. “You’re too late,” I said. “She’s gone. Exiled. Her wolf is bound.”

“I came twelve years to do this. I am going to do it now.” He did it cleanly. Once. The healer’s gray went red. Senna collapsed at her writing desk with the small surprised expression of a wolf who had expected exactly this and had still, in the end, been a creature of her body, like all wolves at the end. The room was silent. The lamp burned. Garrett stood over Senna’s body for one long breath. Then he turned away. He did not weep. He had passed the place where weeping helped a long time ago.

“No wonder Tess is interested.” I freeze. What the fuck? Garrett leans in. “Why don’t we have a drink? I like meeting my daughter’s friends.” “Her husband,” I snap, yanking free. The word comes out of me easily. Wolves say mate. Humans say husband. Either way, she’s mine. “Husband?” He squints, then bursts into laughter. “Tess? Married? Come on, don’t bullshit me.” He keeps laughing, teeth yellow and stained. “My girl ain’t the marrying kind.”

"I know it didn't end well between you two, but I just think - " "No. Absolutely not." The loose piece of vinyl tears off beneath my nail. "Please, Dad. Anything else. But please don't call him." Once, I thought Garrett was the perfect man. I mean, come on - he was a successful journalist who spent his free time volunteering at the Center. And he was a damn good volunteer, too. When he worked for us, he managed to solicit more donations in a month than all of our other volunteers combined. It was how we met.

(Ryan POV) The giant at the gate whose real name was Garrett and who had, in the time I had known him, communicated more through silence and facial expressions than most people managed with full sentences. His current expression said: something is wrong and I have been waiting for you to come here so I could tell you about it. "Talk," I said.

If he’s here, there is still hope. Garret was not only one of my best trackers. He’s gifted. Only one out of many. Though his parents were both pure gamma wolves, he was born with the special ability to see things through time, past and future. My pack members like to call him the ‘modern sage’. Which is why I know he is exactly who I need. “Alpha,” he greeted, and I waved him off. I’m not about to waste time with greetings at a time so crucial like this.

✨✨✨✨✨ Russell I drove to the small grocery outlet in town, parked the car, and headed inside. The place looked more prominent than the last time I was here. Indeed, this place was remodeled. No wonder it was closed off last year. "Hey, Patty!" I greeted an elderly lady at the register. She had worked here for as long as I could remember. "Hi, honey. It's good to see you back home. I hear you brought home a hottie with you. When can we meet her?" She says, making me lower my head to cover my blush as I chuckled.

Nathan simply rolled his eyes as a response, watching as I walked away back to the house without bothering to care whether or not Carter was following. I entered the pack’s grounds, heading straight home and entering my bedroom, slamming the door shut before I slid down in front of it, my tears falling freely from my eyes. I felt my hands shaking as my whole body rocked with each tear that fell from my eyes as what happened played in my head. “Alpha Nathan has ordered that the door is locked until he is back” I heard Carter say downstairs as he spoke to Gala. It was seconds later when I heard Gala’s footsteps as she approached the bedroom, gently knocking on the door to catch my attention.