Ian Rutledge Novels & Stories

I still said hard and just scratched my forehead while looking at Zack who was still staring at us. Thank God, he's already put his shirt on. A simple black t-shirt yet he still looks damn attractive. Still sweating and still gorgeous! I was stunned and my tongue seemed to pull back at what I was saying. Unbelievably, it also turned to Zack. "What? Electrical engineer? He is an electrical engineer? And also, he's the heir and President of Lamont Power Supply?" "Yes! That's Rocio Zackarius Lamont. Electrical engineer slash the future owner- President of Lamont Power Supply!"

I immediately assumed it might be the owner so I quickly put down the glass and wiped my lips. My eyes drifted at the man's chest at first. Wearing it formally. Navy blue coat and a white dress shirt underneath it. I looked up at his face. But I was taken aback when I found Rustov Melgarejo's eyes! I was cold in my seat and didn't even blink when Rustov sat down in front of me. A lot has changed in him. He is now more intense, more mature and more reserved in some way. With his proud stance, I immediately knew he achieved so much. If money was not with him then, now I don’t know what else is not with him.

The contrast between his ruthless reputation and his careful touch sent a fresh wave of confusion through her veins. "We do not have the luxury of debating philosophy when state troopers are preparing to raid this building to seize the child," Gideon reminded her, a dark edge returning to his tone. He stepped back to admire the way the tailored ivory dress hugged her curves and projected an image of untouchable elegance. Maren felt a flush rise to her cheeks under his scrutiny, but she refused to look away from his intense gaze.

Russo said as he opened the refrigerator and took out a pitcher of juice. I snorted inwardly as I watched them in shock. "He doesn't look like a man of juice but blood. " Matt muttered, I chuckled under my breath. My gaze met the cold gazes of Amateo and Vene. I pressed my lips together. "I don't know you. You attended my wedding." I told the new guy, ignoring Vene and Amateo. "I'm Park Moretti." He said as he strode across the table and settled down at the front chair. "I joined outfit three years ago." He said.

I just hoped I was strong enough to survive it. When the carriage finally stopped, the door was pulled open by a huge man with a grim face. He helped me out, and I had to lean on him for a moment, my legs unsteady. The air was cold and sharp. The fortress of Ironridge was made of dark stone, and it looked like it had been carved out of the mountain itself. It was intimidating and unwelcoming. I was led inside through massive wooden doors and into a great hall. It was filled with people, all of them Alphas and Betas, their eyes on me. They were all big, strong people, and I felt small and fragile in comparison.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

Oh, Daddy…” Aura’s voice broke as she stepped into the ICU, her eyes flooding with tears. Her heart clenched at the sight of her father, Duke Miles, lying still and pale on life support. Monitors beeped softly in the background, echoing the fragility of the once powerful man before her. He looked nothing like the robust figure she had always known. The Duke’s face was pale and gaunt, tubes and wires connecting him to machines that fought desperately to keep him alive. It was a brutal sight, one that shattered every ounce of pride Aura had left.

In few days Jonathan understood the whole routine and did as much to help Jim and not being a burden. All was good until one day he was heading back to his room from the mess when someone stopped him in the track. Andrew Hunt, the biggest bully in this orphanage and unfortunately Jonathan's class mate also. He stopped him and for no reason punched the boy across the face. Jonathan didn't know how to fight back then so Andrew took it as an opportunity and beaten him well.

"Start clearing the slag from the furnace vents. Stone will tell you where to dump it." I looked at the massive, scarred man standing right beside her. He was built like a brick wall, his face hardened from years of working the underground racket. "This is the Duke's boy?" Stone's voice vibrated through my chest, thick with old resentment. "The great Gideon Ashford’s kid?" "The very one," Dalia mocked, leaning against a steel pillar. "He's a runt, though. Don't expect him to move like a real worker. Oh, and before you start barking orders, let me show you something."

I wanted the alpha stop, but I also didn't want to. I never knew the truth behind the so called rut. As the only omega in my family, my parents told me about it on my sixteenth birthday because that was the exact time I was "evolving", or turning into an adult as some would say. The rut was a curse many years ago and while alphas have been exiled. Those that went in rut became so lusted that they would fuck you to death and that was currently the only thing I feared at the moment, but for some reason I also didn't feel endangered by him. I felt mixed feelings and didn't know what to think or feel. What I did know was what my body was feeling, and what it actually wanted. I wanted the alpha.