Jared Salvador Novels & Stories

It was also becoming hard to keep our relationship from Mike, so we decided to just be friends. Then three years ago our lives were changed forever. Catherine was in a car accident with her parents on the way to the airport. She was pulled from the car by a man named Trevor Woods, but her parents were not so lucky. They were both killed, and poor Catherine was traumatized. Little did we know that her parent’s death was no accident and that we were about to go through hell and back. While Catherine was in the hospital, Mike was approached by a man named Seth. He informed Mike that his father, James Scott, was the leader of a gang in Chicago, and that with his death Mike was now to be the one

Salvador gave a command and one of his men nodded and left the room immediately. “What is it that you want? I pulled out and tarnished the ties I had with W.M Companies, so what is it you’re after exactly?” He cut straight to the point, making the older man roar with laughter, lifting a hand to pat the shoulder of Pablo who was glaring at him now. “It’s best for you to stay out of this and of course, back away from helping Hayes Warren. Doing the otherwise won’t be a smart move for you, Mr Pablo” Salvador spoke with a friendly voice that failed to overshadow the malice running underneath.

“I’m confident you will recover from the Alpha’s thrall by this evening,” Oh shit. She knew exactly what had happened between me and Jacob. Well, Mellisandrei is an expert on this one so it’s not shocking. I remember Jacob telling me that he asked Mdllisandrei’s opinion and expertise, so I assume he told her the reason why I’m temporarily paralyzed. “Don’t be shy. It’s normal for a virgin like you to feel that.” Mellisandrei murmured. She noticed the heat rushing to my cheeks and kept her voice so low it barely carried across the space.

he asked in a hoarse voice, eyes flicking up nervously, “Do you know Serena? Does anyone here know Serena? Serena Ava Morales, anyone?” His voice trembled—less from the cold than from fear. Rita blinked, sluggishly trying to process. The man reeked—of sweat, filth, and desperation. He looked half-homeless. This man was Jared—Serena’s cousin. The only surviving member of the Garcia family. After the family’s downfall, Jared had vanished without a trace. Now, hunted and ragged, he had resurfaced, clinging to one final hope: Serena. He had no one left to turn to. No one to trust. But even if they'd fallen out long ago—and she’d blocked his number—Serena was the only person he could think of who

The girl from Cartagena who used to run barefoot along the coast, dancing under morning sunlight with wet clothes and a heart still hers. A laugh rang out to my left. My eyes snapped open. The calm I had unraveled, my heartbeat rising again, pulsing with a quiet rage. Jared. He stood about fifty feet away, facing away from me. His tall frame wrapped in a tight black shirt and cargo pants. Broad shoulders. Muscled arms crossed. His dark brown hair was cropped short, the back of his neck slick with sweat. He was talking to another man. Bald, thick-bearded, a rifle slung across his back. I didn’t care who he was.

The sunlight reflected off the polished surfaces, making the entire room feel like a suspended cube in the sky. In the center of the room, a man stood with his back to me, hands clasped behind him as he looked out at the skyline. His dark blue suit fit perfectly, the kind tailored overseas by someone who only worked with billionaires and presidents. He turned when he heard me approach. “Alexander Calloway,” he said with a charming smile. “Welcome. I’m James Salvador.” He was a bit older than me, but not by much. Mid-thirties, maybe. Confident. Sharp-eyed. Someone used to being obeyed without needing to raise his voice.

“Shit. I can't believe it's you. Thought my eyes were messing with me.” Hayden raised a brow. “You know him?” Jared shrugged like it was nothing. “I led his platoon once.” “That man saved my entire squad from getting blown sky-high,” Reyes added proudly. “If he says jump, we fucking jump.” Hayden’s mouth curved. “That sounds about right.” Jared ignored their comments. “Can we focus? What's the update?”

Earlier tonight, after I’d saved the little girl, she had returned with two men who unlocked the storage room and pulled me out. Japheth Williams and Seth Williams, the two famous brothers of Williams Film Productions, had stood before me as I struggled to get up. The little girl I had saved happened to be their family. Everyone in the city knew Japheth Williams was disabled, but I couldn’t tell which of the brothers had stood before me. They kept their identities hidden so carefully that only their names were known. “I saved Angel because she was an adorable girl I couldn’t ignore,” I remembered telling them when they asked what reward I wanted.

Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk. He had a few personal photos in his office of a young woman. He raised a cut eyebrow at me and waved his hand to indicate for me to begin. "Well the letter has some inaccuracies, but there are some correct aspects such as I was a breeder and my mother still is a breeder, but I am a born shifter. When I was sent to the market, Timothy bought me and it turned out that he is my mate. Timothu burned off my breeder mark and marked me as his mate."

“You were there too, weren’t you? He was carrying you.” The guy’s blue eyes went a little distant. “Yeah. That was me.” He tried to move, but Calder pinned him to his side. “Let go, will you? Jesus.” He tugged himself away, Calder reluctantly allowing it. “I’m Jared,” he said. “And you’re safe here. Completely. I was going to call you soon, I’d gotten distracted. We had some trouble, and then we went to freaking Canada—anyway. Long story.” He’d come close enough to touch. Jared. Who’d been in the same place as me, had been broken enough, like me, to be useless in the escape—but stood here in front of me, looking mostly recovered, at home, safe and sound.