Novelas y relatos de Jonathan Clayton

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”

"That being said, directly from this meeting we are moving in convoy to our next location. We have had information of a planned attack and not only that, but we believe the self proclaimed Rogue Alpha will be in attendance." He once again waits for the information to be digested, watching the reaction of each individual here closely. "As you may have heard, this afternoon we lost Chloe Finch to an unexpected attack and her mate Jaden Earnshaw has been allowed to come along and avenge himself upon her murderer's." The warriors shift in their seats, glancing at one another over this unprecedented decision but my father holds his hand up for silence. "I have been assured that Jaden is a highly

“Clay? Why are you asking about another man when I am right here?” I blanch, “No, no, no, it is not that, I just thought, since you and Joanne work there, maybe he did too.” He lets out a little laugh, “I know, I was just messing with you baby girl, Clay is not like us, he is a lawyer, an attorney of law as he says.” A lawyer? There weren’t talking about any films, they were actually talking about murder?!

I scrolled through my contacts and dialed his number. Clayton had been my private investigator for years, a former CIA operative with deep-rooted connections in intelligence and law enforcement. He was the kind of man who could dig up a person’s deepest secrets, leaving no stone unturned. If there was something to be found, he’d find it. The line rang twice before a gruff yet familiar voice answered. "Storm." "Clayton," I said, gripping the phone tighter. "I have a job for you." He let out a small chuckle. "When do you not? What’s the assignment?"

The alphas of the clans stand on either side of it—six in total including Robert the acting Wolf King. Ethan leads me to one side of the platform. From the far end of the line-up, Blake catches my eye. He looks very different from the disheveled male I encountered earlier. He’s changed out of his scruffy clothes and is wearing an elegant black coat with silver buttons, over a dark shirt and breeches. “How did it go with Blake, anyway?” asks Ethan under his breath. “I... kind of. . .well...” I fight the flush of embarrassment. “I hit him.”

Everyone just wants to get close to me for benefits. We were still talking when Claire appeared beside us with her empty plate. “Did Jonathan tell you?” she started, already glowing. “He was just invited to the Harrington Sports Summit. Top athletes, sponsors, board members — the whole thing.” She placed a hand on his shoulder like she was presenting him at an auction. “Only thirty people in the country get that invitation.” I turned to Jonathan. “That’s incredible.” He waved it off. “It’s nothing.” “Jonathan.” His mother gave him a look.

I felt like a bad mother for not knowing what my son needed. My mate was also glowing with happiness, a genuine one. I was glad to see them bonding in such a short time. Smiling, my eyes scrutinized Clay. He was in a black shirt that hugged his abs and muscles. Apart from suits, I have never seen him a casual clothes. Damn, this man looks good in everything. Feeling my gaze on him, Clayton turned and a big smile appeared on his face. “Hey, you’re awake,” “Hey,” I whispered back, folding my arm under my head.

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.

His hands clawed at me, but I bared my teeth, daring him to continue. With a final blow, I knocked him out. I stood up and fought with the others, all the while my eyes kept drifting towards where Clinton was. Falcon was high on alert, wanting to make sure that her mate was alright. Minutes later, all the rogues were dead except one. I was wounded, but it was nothing I wouldn’t heal from soon enough. I’d always been a fast healer. I watched as Clinton transformed, his face a battlefield of rage. A shiver ran through my spine as my eyes trailed down his body, stopping on his huge dick. It didn't help that Falcon chose that moment to send lewd images of me and Clinton.

"I need to hold you at night, to find your center and drive into it until you recognize me as the only man that will ever exist in your life." I took a shaky breath and nodded at him. "Clayton. Are you being serious right now? Or... are you just playing the part handed to you?" He leaned in and kissed me the way Ethan would, stealing a part of me that maybe belonged only to him. I pushed at his chest the minute I felt the pull not to. "Clayton. Answer me." He chuckled as his features relaxed. "My name is Jonathan for this improv, silly. Of course I'm just playing the part."