Keegan Russ Novels & Stories

He promised me that he would consider me for the role if I completed my training, but what did I expect from a beast who has murdered three of his wives? I clench my jaw, then look at the two men in front of me; both imposing and tall with the air of Russian royalty about them. Kai Volkov was everything the rumours said and more; tall, built like a panzer tank, and no emotion evident in his blue eyes. The intimidation in his scent is enough to keep me submissive because, truth be told, he scared the Hell out of me. The other one, Viktor, not so much. He seems more like the bookish type, not a warrior, but I wouldn’t fuck with him either way. The Blood Crest pack didn’t have a terrible reputa

Keegan only withdrew his gaze after Stella went inside The Deli. Then, he received a message from Carter: [Please pay me and my wife for showing up.] Keegan read it and replied with a screenshot of a medal: [It's being made. I'll send it to your wife's place later.] Carter texted a reply: [A medal worth thirty bucks? Come on, the gifts we brought are worth more than that.] Keegan took another screenshot of their conversation and forwarded it to Lena: [How much do you want? I'll pay you.]

He just knows how to kiss away her fear, worries, and anger. Keevan is the grandson of the old Beta. He is twenty-one, just a year older than Kayola. He is tall, with a slim build. He has soft, green eyes and he is strikingly cute. He will soon become Kayola’s partner and Beta. He is very skilled in archery, and he goes on patrol with Milos sometimes. He is so skilled with the arrow, that he can shoot at unbelievable distances and still hit the target. This is one of the skills he uses to impress Kayola whenever they go out on a date.

I will confirm this height issue when I meet with Kye on Saturday. “Kye has a British accent that slips to America. Keiran has an American accent.” Keiran is pure American, Kye is not. What am I even saying? I don't know anything about his roots. But his accent always slips. Especially during sex. “Keiran has tattoos, Kye does not. But at the same time, I have not seen Kye's body before.” I mumble to myself. Kye will never agree to pull off his shirt and always leaves his mask on. He always says no and he is always dressed in a long-sleeved shirt.

Jessica’s P.O.V I turned around to see Keagan. He had changed out of his gladiator outfit for the kids' birthday and was now in blank pants, eyes bloodshot with his shirt gaping open, revealing a glimpse of dark skin dusted with whorls of hair. He looked disheveled with his hair so tousled I could imagine him running his hand through it over and over as he paced the entire length of his study. To make things worse, there was a strong stench of alcohol on his breath.

Kieran nonchalantly spoke out. Hesitation passed through the Beta’s eyes before he pointed at himself and said, “You want me to keep an eye on him. Alpha, I apologize that I can’t take you up on that. The way he looks at me is too creepy. It gives me chills. Wouldn’t you be better off dealing with him?” Kieran’s sharp eyes fell on Richard. “I believe this is a job you will be able to do well.”

I can feel my face heat up red as they nod and turn off a machine or two. “ Thank you Madam Charlotte, would you like to see what we were going to do? He does need surgery because he’s left kidney is damaged and it looks like his knee bone is broken” the doctor explained to me as Creed walks over to me with a chair so I can sit down. “ Can you fix it? I mean can you help him?” I asked pulling my legs to my chest

I cannot quite tell his age, but I’d wager he is around thirty. He commands all the attention in the room, and as he strides toward us, the Wolves drop to one knee. As he gets closer, and my pulse races faster, I notice that his kilt is predominantly red, like Ethan’s, but it’s a different pattern. It seems to contain the colors of all the clans. He walks up the steps of the platform, his boots thudding and shaking the wood. The alphas all dip their heads deferentially, Ethan included. I, however, cannot stop staring.

However, Kaden shakes his head, his certainty unwavering. "No, Ronnie. There is something more to it. Blaze is hiding something, and we need to uncover the truth," Kaden asserts, conviction lacing his words. His keen perception and intuition leave no room for doubt. As Kaden ceases the swaying motion of his armchair, he leans forward, fixing his piercing gaze upon Ronnie. With unwavering determination, he poses a direct question to his loyal servant. "Will you do that for me, Ronnie?" Kaden asks, his voice carrying a mix of earnestness and expectation. He watches Ronnie, gauging his reaction, knowing that he can rely on the loyalty and dedication that Ronnie has displayed over the years.