Joe Locke X Novels & Stories

As she was doing so, Xavier approached her, a sly smile on his face. "Great presentation, Jane," Xavier said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "Thank you, Mr. Lockwood," Jane replied, trying to keep her tone natural. Xavier leaned in slightly, his expression turning serious. "You're a smart woman, Jane. But you need to stop going out with other men and maintain your reputation as a Lockwood.”

"Joe. We give him 'access' to your new designs. He thinks he's still spying successfully. Sends them to Vanessa like before. She and Damien rush to copy them before your 'relaunch.'" "Will he cooperate?" "Let's find out." Lucas texted Jax, who appeared minutes later with Joe in tow. The metalworker looked terrible. Gaunt. Exhausted. Guilty. Guards flanked him, but he wasn't restrained. A small mercy. "You wanted to see me, Alpha?" Joe's voice was hoarse. "Sit," Lucas said, gesturing to a chair. Joe sat, eyeing us warily. I faced him directly, keeping my expression neutral despite the anger still simmering beneath the surface.

Chris stepped in to restrain him, and the pack watched as Joseph was dragged out, his fate sealed. Outside, under the moonlight, Jake addressed the pack. “Joseph has betrayed his family, his pack, and the very principles we stand for,” Jake said. His voice was calm but filled with conviction. “For the murder of his mate, the abuse of his daughter, and the attempted murder of your Alpha, he is hereby sentenced to life imprisonment in the cells. He will never again see the light of day.” The pack erupted into cheers and murmurs of approval. Tammy stood beside me, tears streaming down her face as she watched her father being dragged away.

“What are you scheming, Mr. Lockwood?” “Just a little acting venture for my beautiful bride.” He turned back toward Joe and Julia. “This is ending on Wednesday. Joe, find what you can in that time, and make sure you and a few members of your team are in the office then. I’ll fill you in more once Wren and I talk it out.” With assignments in hand and a promise to call if they found anything out, Joe and Julia left. I sat up and turned to Weston. “So, what’s your grand plan?”

"Lock you in? What are you talking about? You just need time to think. I did the same thing with your sister when she acted up. Now go!" "No…" "Dad, you can't…!" Judy rushed over. "You want to start, too? None of you ever make things easy for me!" He shoved Judy aside with one hand and pushed me forward with the other. "Dad…" I stumbled inside, my shoulder hitting a stack of boxes. The door slammed shut behind me, and the lock clicked. Darkness swallowed everything. "No… Don't lock it!" Everything fell away. All that was left were flashes of fear. The whip with barbs. The clamps biting into skin. Men laughing as they closed in, hands already at their belts.

The timid, people-pleasing smile I had forced onto my face at breakfast was completely dead. ​Keila stood up from the couch, her perfect, white-lotus facade cracking in real-time. Her face twisted with a sudden, ugly surge of jealousy. "Locke? You can’t possibly mean Xavier Locke. He wouldn't even look at a girl like you!" ​I looked down at her from the stairs, a cold, victorious smile touching my lips. It was time to expose the green tea bitch for exactly what she was.

"The Alpha tone wouldn't work on him much longer, he needs to be locked to transform back, in a hard way." Azalea said and the wolf gave a very loud howl, in the cage, it startled everyone. Luna Howell was already crying, seeing her son in a very big cage.

“Witnesses claim they saw an explosion. The Lockhart family's private jet went down in the Gulf of Saint Lawrence. Three bodies have been recovered, including Jareth Lockhart, CEO of Lockhart Consortium. The two pilots also perished. Two other passengers Theron Lockhart and Renzo Lockhart are currently missing.” The air vanished from my lungs. Theron... Renzo... My eyes locked onto the screen burned metal, scattered debris, swallowed by water. “Ma’am?” a police officer asked. “Ma’am, are you okay?” “No,” I whispered. A heartbeat passed. And then I collapsed.

Hmph! A short and fat old man in a gray martial art uniform said with disdain, “Forget it! So, you’re the current deputy consul of the Nonagon, huh?” Cooper replied, “Exactly. I wonder if Marquis Locke has any advice for me.” Hay Locke’s eyes flashed coldly. He waved his hand, and his body rippled with the aura of a half-step to the other shore. He said, “Do you know what the crime is for bullying the young patriarch of the Clarke family?”