James Mcavoy Charles Novels & Stories

For the first time in what felt like forever, he let himself breathe. Charles stumbled out a moment later, escorted by an officer. He looked exhausted, his face pale in the glow of the fire. James’s eyes met his, and for a brief second, he saw something human in Charles—remorse, fear, a kind of brokenness that didn’t belong to the man who had caused so much chaos. The peace lasted only a moment.

If he didn't, then who did, and I don't think he's lying about it, he looked too surprised when he saw Jasper in the room. "Big brother you should really control your anger, its not right to start a fight at a time like this, please, remember who you are." Dave pleaded. Charles stood up, rushing towards the other Alpha's while his brother's held him back. Still he kept beating them up one after the other. "I remember who I am. Certainly. I am Charles Maxwell, the Alpha of The Blue Moon Pack, these people are savages." He lashed out. This really angered the others, one of them suddenly got up and charged towards Charles. "Watch your tongue boy."

“James is military-trained. If he catches me—” “Charles,” I interrupted, in a deadly voice. “I know where you live. I know your real name isn’t Charles. I know about the waitress you see every Tuesday night at Verona’s. The one with the mole above her lip. You like her enough to pretend you’re not a scumbag, don’t you?” “I—please—” “I also know about the debts,” I added, my tone still casual. “The ones you’ve been dodging. Those people you owe? They don’t scare me. But I imagine they’d be delighted if I passed along your new address.”