I Am His Novels & Stories

"1924. That's you." "Yes." "And the other man—" "Was someone I knew." Silas's expression shuttered closed. "Someone I've been waiting for." The implication hit Marcus like ice water. He looked up at Silas, at the way those silver eyes held him with such quiet certainty, such patient recognition. "You think that's me." "I don't think anything. I know."

Keeping my voice as neutral as possible. “I’m still an Alpha, Beta Sophia,” he stated. “Address me properly.” “No, thank you. Alphaaa.” My voice dripped with sarcasm as I gave him my back and walked away. I knew I just insulted Hunter in the worst possible way, but I was too exhausted to give a shit. Besides, this is MY pack territory! A second later, my world got flipped upside down-literally! The impact of Hunter’s shoulder into my stomach and the sudden view of his tastefully concealed ass brought a new perspective to my situation.

Our breaths come in ragged gasps, our hearts pounding in unison, the sound filling the steamy bathroom. And in that moment, I know it’s true. I’m his. Completely. Utterly. His.

If I abandoned him here, he could easily go find someone else to infect him with this curse. I took a slow breath, lowering myself in front of him. “If I do this,” I said, my voice rough, “there’s no going back, you’ll carry it for the rest of your life. You’ll never be the same. And if you lose yourself to the hunger, I’ll be the one to drag you back. Do you understand?” He nodded quickly. “I understand, I am ready.” I searched his face for hesitation but found none. Only determination. Against everything I had ever told myself, against all my better judgment, I let my shoulders down and whispered,

I change the subject "He has a kid?" His eyebrows raise, "Since when?" He seems shocked "Yeah, his name is Carter, he is the cutest little thing. Even though I haven't seen him in real life, I saw pictures and he looks more like me, than Ryder," I say He chuckles shortly, "What do you do at the gym?" "Gymnastics and my brother is teaching me self-defence. You should fight me," I tell him doing playful karate moves with my hands.

He know he as Aima. He don't know anything. " Iiiii....i am here to meet my friend . Yes friend . He is getting married na . Yes , i am here to attend to the wedding of him . It was his engagement." Haris said hoping for the best . " acha !!with whom??" He asked " with a guy" i said because i know he is a possessive so , my friend is female " acha!! You just said his engagement" He said . Ugh

, he said, his eyes glued to the road. "Like how?" "Ask me anything you wanna know. I'll love to introduce myself", he ran his fingers across his grey hairs, nibbling his lower lip. Haya took a minute before she spoke again, "so, you're not a human?" "No. You must have understood until now. We just linked through our minds" "From which pack?", she asked. "Dark dense pack. I'm your neighbor", he winked at her. "Your rank?" "Beta"

Slowly he turned, his piercing gaze on me. "Thjis", he said curtly. "Lord of the Icelanders". Lord, not king. I dared not move. My breath felt like a silent whisper as it escaped my nostrils. "I am..." He cut me off. "I know who you are child", he snaps. "You do not need to introduce yourself to me. I suppose you have questions, so ask them". Well, someone is angry. "Why are you here? I know it's not to check up on Sia".

he pulled me into his arms, wrapping his arms around me tightly as if he was scared I would slip away. My lips turned into a thin line, enjoying every bit of attention I was getting from him. “Aren't you afraid my husband might see us?” I asked. He slowly pulled away, his brows arched. “Your husband? Oh, you mean my brother? Because I am the only husband you have. I'm your Alpha- your Darkshield and you're my Luna- my Selene- the one my whole essence and heart is made for,” he said, his finger slowly trailing my nose.

“I Am THE ALPHA KING. As if he was commanded to, the man went on his knees, eyes blinking rapidly, trying to clear the fog of disbelief that clouded his vision, surprise momentarily distorting his perception of reality. He doesn't need a seer to tell him he's doomed.