Greys Callie Novels & Stories

They just got home and Cain went inside the washroom to freshen up while Cali went straight to the kitchen to feed herself some delicious chocolate ice cream. It was when she got a call from an unknown number. She frowned as she settled herself on the couch in the living room holding the tub full of ice cream in her hands. She was contemplating if she should pick up the call or not. At last, she picked it up. "Hello, Cali Ruth here. Who is this?" She asked politely.

I pick it up not looking at the caller. "Dad, Cailly just left the house and you're right, Calix didn't have the chance to stop her. But he just announced that she was his mate." She said in pain. "Just stay there, I'll handle Cailly." That's all I said before I hung up. I hop in my car and called for the rogues I am working with. ~~★~~ ~Cailly's POV Hitting the road with 260 k/ph is not so new to me and I don't care anymore, I need to come and save my family.

I felt a little dread creep through me as my eyes hovered over the heading. I flipped to the tab marked RIVERA, CALLIE — INTERNAL STRATEGY NOTES. The photo at the top was a basic headshot—probably pulled from the bakery’s official website or a business license. She looked the same. Curly brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and that soft smile she usually reserved for pets and babies. Her name read CALLIE RIVERA (FKA CALLIE EVANS). Beneath this, a few lines were underlined in red: Current Residence: 742 East Willow Drive

Me: "Hey, babe, sorry had to make a call." Ann: "It's fine." She said , still giving me attitude Me: "I called my assistant. He'll be there shortly with two bodyguards. They'll bring your dinner." Ann: "But, baby, I'm not hungry." Me: "I know. Have you showered yet?" Ann: "No, not yet." Me: "Okay, go shower. I've already had mine. I'll stay on call and wait for you." Ann: "But I don't want to get up."

They would bring food, and other essentials to try and keep the peace, but the peace never lasted long. Escorted back from my shower, Callie stops me from turning the corner. Callie was the only other female Lycan in Alpha Colt’s special pack. She was different from Snare. She wasn’t always in my face and her honey coloured eyes told a story. Her blonde hair hung in perfect curls and she seemed to care more about her appearance than Snare. She was also Lincs sister and Alpha Colt seemed to be much happier about her guarding me. Especially when he wasn’t around.

Alec runs out along with them and Avery pushes past me to go to Hadley. She cannot hear us anymore, she pulled her legs up against her chest, clenching her ears with her hands and begging for something to stop. No matter how carefully I focus my senses I could not hear anything. I want to go to her but I don’t know if I would calm her or scare her more. “Rogues!” Julian calls out over the link, he was part of border patrol for the night. “We are nearly there, hold them off.” Alec shouts though the link. My head whips back to Hadley. She knew. How did she know? My mind circles the bad before reason finds me again.

The moment he responded back to Grey, he turned at my side and flicked those same eyes at me from earlier, like a lecherous or debauchee man. Why does he do his eyes like that? Was it also one of the bad habits he has picked up from the woodland as a rogue? Beside was I the only one seeing it? Because I can assure you what Grey’s reaction would be if he could see those glares. Grey warm hands pushed those thoughts out of my mind, I didn’t pay attention to when he was rising from the Alpha seat to the point he got to my position. “ Daisie--,” his phone rang in pocket, cutting him off. “ Daisie, let me pick this call.” he said, before he left to answer the call I saw the caller ID. Charles…

Yes, to an unsuspecting victim, everything would have been mesmerizing and awe-inspiring. They would have no idea of the sneers that hid beneath the shiny veneers. Or the hurtful comments that were surely on the tip of their tongue, just waiting to be let out. With a sigh, Callie approached the closest group - the ones she had dubbed as the Pearce Housewives, or more specifically, her mother’s aunties. All were widowed or divorced at this point - both situations that Callie understood with perfect clarity. She approached them all with a smile that didn’t feel right on her face, but thankfully, no one seemed to notice. “Tias,” she greeted each of them with a kiss on the cheek.

She told me as I put the food on my bed. “Thank you.” “Anytime, Ma'am Call.” “I told you not to call me Ma'am, Calli will do.” Days had passed and Greyson still not coming home. A week had passed, but I have not seen not even a shadow or a glimpse of him. “Nics, do you know where Greyson is?” “Uhm, no. He called me earlier, but he didn't give any details about his whereabouts. I don't intrude in his personal life or work life. He's still the Don I'm working with.”

These were fictional pictures, fictional women. I thinned out the cheeks and moved to the lips. A little dryer, always downturned. Just like Grace’s. I zoomed all the way out, and suddenly, I was looking at a picture of Callie, a girl a few years younger than me that I met at my very first stop after The Mansion. Callie had been a fighter, a runner, and I wanted to go with her. I still had the strength to want, then. There had been three of us, maybe four. We’d snuck out in the middle of the night, thinking we’d found a gap in their cameras. And we had. We just didn’t know about the GPS trackers the bastards had stuffed in our arms. In the image on my screen, Callie’s throat poured blood jus