Joe Mcreedy Novels & Stories

here is a brief description! JOE- He is 6ft tall, blue eyes, brown hairs. A 22 year old Computer expert, hacker, geeky by nature, loves to design new programs and all the breakthrough technical advancement the team has, are because of him. He is not mascular but not too lean. He has good looks and an innocent face. He knows the basics of self defence but not as good as the other members. He is an orphan and was taken by Zieve under his wings. He feels indebted towards Zieve for giving him everything and consider him as his elder brother. He is the most loyal and trusted member of Zieve's team.

“Don’t get me wrong, but shouldn’t you be as ‘annoyed’ as your Alpha?” “I should, if I was a follower. But Dean knows well enough that the two of us are both brothers and friends, not copycats of one another.” He said, putting a hand on my stomach. “And if everyone is angry without keeping in mind that you are with child. Regardless of how much pain I do feel for my pack members who passed away; I have to keep in mind that you are carrying my Alpha’s child, and I wouldn’t want to see my Alpha living through the pain of losing his baby.”

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

he asked, his tone curious. "Nothing," I said quickly, looking away. "I guess I'm just reading too much into your words. They're harmless, after all." Just then, his phone rang, and he excused himself to take the call. I wasn't surprised – as a businessman, he was bound to receive calls constantly. "Miss Daisy," Joe called out, drawing my attention. He was standing nearby, a knowing glint in his eye. "Yes?" I replied, turning to face him. "Drake isn't the type to let those in need suffer," Joe declared, his voice low and serious. "He even has an orphanage back in our country."