Hector Tangled Novels & Stories

Hector thought, observing Theresa's serene face. He got out of the car, walked around to the passenger door, opened it, unbuckled Theresa's seatbelt, and picked her up in his arms. She nestled into Hector's chest, and he let out a small, hoarse groan of satisfaction at having her in his arms. He smelled a scent of strawberries and honey coming from her, which instantly aroused him, but Hector couldn't have her. Theresa Michaels was the daughter of his best friend. He shook his head slightly in an attempt to dispel such thoughts from his mind.

I swallowed hard as I said, “I am feeling thirsty.” I felt downright unpleasant when Tania sitting on my lap, locked her arms around my neck again. Dipping her face, she blew some air in my ear and her lips trailed my earlobe as she sneered, “Well that's what I am here for, baby. To quench your thirst.” A wave of discomfort hit me when she planted kisses on my cheek, her hand creeping down, and from the corner of my eye, I could see it reaching for my cock. “Throw her away. Xander, I can't stand her smell. It's disgusting!” Hector hissed.

Then her entire expression changes. "Oh my Goddess." Lizzie immediately follows her gaze upward. "What?" "VIP balcony," Tara whispers. "Look." I glance up toward the second level. A group of guys stands along the railing laughing together. One of them—broad shoulders, muscular build, obvious athlete posture—immediately captures Tara's complete attention. "That's Hunter," she says reverently. "Former Jackson High quarterback. I've had a crush on his ass for years." I blink. "Literally his ass?"

He wore a very expensive tuxedo and his fingers were adorned with golden rings. He marched towards me with an arrogant smile and a smug face and I couldn't help but be a bit disgusted. Who was this and what was he doing here? “My name is Hector and I have come to take you, Lady Avery, as my wife. I have no time for idle competitions and games and moreover, I'm the strongest alpha of my generation.” I looked at the fool named Hector as he approached me, my expression was cold and I looked at him with disdain. I could easily point out five alpha's that were a match for him in terms of aura and although aura didn't determine a fight, it had its own role.

He looked down at me as if confessing something significant. But all I felt was disgust. Quickly changing the subject, I demanded, "What do you really want to talk about?" Hector cleared his throat. "The day after tomorrow is the full moon night. You know that’s my heat period, and as my mate, you should be with me." I frowned, almost laughing. "Isn’t the day after tomorrow Vanessa’s succession ceremony—or your wedding? Shouldn’t you be spending your heat with your new bride?" "Of course," Hector agreed. "But you’re my mate, and your presence soothes me. Besides, I know you’ll be upset that day. Being with you is my way of making it up to you."

I corrected. "Yes, yes... I see you are now showing." Hector nodded towards my stomach. "Goodness, is it that noticeable?" I gasped. "Not at all, only because I am quite close." "Oh.." "Are you ready?" "For what?" "You are so slow, I mean the news I am about to inform you?" "Uh yes?!" I said still confused. Hector rolled his eyes before giving me a grimace. "It's about a spider!" "What about a spider?" I asked.

Hector responded to her reaction by putting the free end of the strip on the flame. The flame danced eagerly as it met the cloth. The silk immediately caught fire. The strip from her dress burned first, and very soon, it reached the fabric of Hector's wedding tartan. Hector watched the flame rise, burning the fabric, and his dreams of life with Skye burned with it. But now they were turning to ashes. When the flame came dangerously close to his fingers, he let the cloth fall from his hand onto the floor. It burned before it reached the floor, leaving only ashes. As the last ember died, Hector met Skye's gaze. His icy gaze shivered through her body.

“Right. There’s no need to be this torn. “I was just kidding. “People like us have our schedules packed every single day. “You wouldn’t have time to add another unexpected detour anyway. “I’ll stop disturbing you now. I’ll visit you another time.” Hector stood, ready to leave. After all, difficult prey was the best toy for him. And to handle prey like this, a sense of decency was critical. It would be too harsh to force Mandy to come with. Doing nothing would not suit his style either. Hector believed Mandy would fall for his trap if he controlled himself well enough. In reality, there were many other beautiful ladies with a higher status or better aura compared to Mandy in Wolsing.

Calista looked at Hector at the door and exclaimed, "How did you ... " "Oh, your friend turned out to be Hector! Come in and have a seat." Selena had a good impression of Hector. He was good-looking, a sweet-talker, and a military man. Who wouldn't like him? Hector knew he would be going to the Stansend Manor, so he prepared gifts for Henry and Selena. "These are foot essential oils for you, Aunt Selena, and this one is for Uncle ... "

Truson's plaything. Hilda stood, her legs shaking, and turned toward the stairs. She would pack her few belongings—the worn clothes, the small photo of her mother hidden beneath her mattress, the— Pain exploded across her scalp as Hector's hand twisted in her long black hair, yanking her backward. "Ahhh!" Tears sprang to her eyes as she clutched at his hand, trying to ease the burning pain. She looked up at him through her tears, seeing not her father but a monster wearing a human face.