Jack Dunkleman Novels & Stories

His pudgy face started to turn purple as he finally tapped. “Hana… he’s tapping. Let him up,” Duncan commanded. “No!” Hana shouted back. “He and every last one of you needs to learn their place. I am Hana Kimiko Kinsley. I am the daughter of Suzu Ayako Yashida and Alpha Logan James Kinsley. I am done being treated as lesser because I am human like my mother. And for those that are thinking I am not of his blood. And shouldn’t be treated as the Alpha’s daughter. Know this. I am his daughter by all the ways that matter,” she declared, finally letting the boy go.

I didn’t want to scare them. I managed to convince Derek to allow us to hold a memorial service in honor of Gwen and he eventually allowed it. It was the Blood Shade’s first ever memorial service held in honor of a human. I spent most dinnertimes alone with Derek. Sometimes, he talked to me about what happened throughout his day after he left me with Corrine. Most of the time, he just listened. He kept me up to date on investigations regarding my attack and Gwen’s murder. I honestly think that he suspected Lucas; he just couldn’t admit it to himself. It only served to strengthen my resolve not to test his loyalties by telling him.

The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon. Alpha Isaac. “Did you really think I was going to just let you leave like that? All these years I’ve kept you safe and well looked after. This is how you think it’s ok to repay me?” He was furious to say the least. I tried my best to hold back the tears but I was afraid, my body trembled as he stepped towards me. Standing only a few metres from my side. “You disgust me.” He spat in my face and forced me to my knees. The pain making me cry out loudly, causing him to then slap me around the face.

This power made him a master of stealth, able to move unseen and strike from the darkness. To hear Damon refer to him so casually, as his sidekick, was both shocking and unnerving. I looked back at the young man in the corner. He didn’t fit the image I had in my head of a notorious hacker. Caleb—Black Vortex—seemed almost... ordinary. His messy black hair fell over his face as he worked, his fingers moving like lightning over the keyboard. “Black Vortex?” I repeated, my voice was filled with disbelief. “You’re telling me he works for you?”

The big black horses barely made any sound, there was no conversation among the big guards who had large scary tattoos around them. Leading the guards, were four people on black horses; Demenicus Darke, the alpha of the skull pack, Simion and Euvene Darke, the alpha first twin sons, and lastly Reven. F. Darke, the bastard last son of the alpha, who was known by other packs as the Deathkeeper, because of his brutality and savagery.

It may not be his fault, but I know he is the Commander of the Phantom Wolves, and calling myself one of them leaves my tongue bitter. I can tell Jasper is scraping through my mind. "It was Kaden who hired one of my own Phantoms to curse you. Blame him." Sighing, I run my hand down my face. Looking at Jasper, I am sure I can't ask him about how to tell Lexia. His mate thinks he died many years ago, and I doubt she thinks it's in the realm of possibility that he would be alive today. If you could call him alive. "Don't even think about her," Jasper snaps. I raise an eyebrow. I know it's stupid, but I can't help but enjoy toying with him.

While I was still on the ground struggling with my inner dilemma, The Creepy Thin Man walked over to a table and poured two drinks. “Maybe a drink will ease your mind?” He held out a glass to me and took a sip from the second. I slowly got to my feet and approached him drawing out my movements as much as possible. I took the glass and couldn’t help but notice I was trembling. The liquid was bitter and brown, but I down the whole thing like a shot. I was definitely going to need some liquid courage if I was going to make it through the rest of my night. “Another glass of that and you might even enjoy tonight. I am Sir Alekzander Duggar, but in our private company, I would like you to call me

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

"My father is a horrible man and he does horrible things. I've been running from him for all of my adult life. My brother D has me finally hidden away. This time it seems to be working." "Drake. Who is he?" "Joe Castaletta."

Jake grinned as he headed to Buzzer’s table, where five men were seated. “What can I get you, handsome?” “Bottle of water,” Jake said and pulled out the chair to sit down. “Glad you could make it, Wrath,” Buzzer said. Jake grinned, his smile putting Buzzer at ease as a few other men greeted him as well. A Prospect sat down on Jake’s other side. The man was well over six feet and probably close to 350 pounds. His face was scarred and tattoos adorned his knuckles. “This is Donnie. He recently retired from some underground fighting club,” Buzzer said.