Novel & Cerita Keegan Russ

He’s been Alpha for over five years. Clambering up the stairs, I knock promptly on the door. I’m not going to waste any time. Who knows how long he will give me before he gets bored and sends me off. I’m surprised when Kael opens the door. For some wild reason, I expected him to be dressed up, as if this was a proper meeting. Instead, he’s dressed...normally, in a black grey tunic and trousers. Similar to what I’ve seen him earlier, however, there’s no addition of any fighting leathers, and his hair isn’t so smooth. Recently, he’s been running his hands through the rich brown strands.

Milla cuts in, pressing her palm to her forehead, “this could go south so fast you’ll be packing your bags by the weekend. Like, changing towns level south.” “He won’t do any of that,” I say, and honestly, I surprise myself with how steady I sound. “He might act all high and mighty every single day like he’s the second coming of Zeus, but he’s not bold enough or strong enough to pull something like that.” I cross my arms, leaning back as if this is something I’ve deeply researched, like I’ve written a thesis titled The Psychological Limitations of Owen Kyle. “With the right motivation, he could,” Star mutters, not even blinking, like she’s seen that alternate universe already.

Kevin felt the intense gaze of an Alpha, and when he looked up, he flinched as he saw Thaddeus eyeing him up and down. “Who are you?” Thaddeus asked, his eyes narrowing on the tattoos covering each arm. Kevin shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He wasn't sure why it seemed like the Alpha didn't like his tattoos, especially when his body was covered in them. “I'm Kevin. I'm from Red Wolf pack.” “Ah, Mike's pack. What brings you here?” Thaddeus asked, his unfriendly demeanor turned friendly, and Kevin relaxed. “He's a botner and runs the lab at Alpha Mike's pack. He's helping me look at samples in my lab,” Kyle said before stuffing his mouth with cheese curds.

Before I could complete, we hear a knock. I know it’s Ethan, I can smell him in space too. He walks in with a more confused expression than Drake's. I notice Ethan is petite compared to other men, his features make him cute, like those Asian idols that Drake keeps talking about. What was it, Be-Tea-Ass? After telling him to shift on this floor as my secretary, I order him and Drake to leave as Dakota wants to touch Ethan's blue hair, he likes the shine and color of his hair. This lousy wolf!

Julius said, planting his palms firmly on his desk and he thankfully navigated the conversation away from topics of conversation we had yet to discuss. “I’m assuming our Luna here is up to speed about Wes?” “Yes.” Julius and I replied in unison. “Okay dynamic duo. Well, when I say he is perhaps the weakest person I’ve ever encountered, I’m not lying. This guy is talking and I’m not even asking questions.” “I’m sure you’re not doing nothing.” Julius scoffed. “I’ve electrocuted him a handful of times, sue me.” Dean rolled his eyes, crossing his forearms over his broad chest. “Anyway, he’s confirmed that Adrian is working with someone and he’s got connections in the Blue Moon Pack.”

he said quietly, “I’d rather you know exactly what you’re dealing with. Or not at all.” Daire’s jaw flexed. On some level, he wanted to see this. Wanted the forest to weigh Kieran and render a verdict. On another, uglier level, he resented that Kieran got to prove himself this way at all. The elder’s pale eyes fixed on Kieran. “State your name,” they said. “And the oath you offer.” Kieran cleared his throat. “Kieran Hale,” he said. His voice came out rough. He swallowed and tried again. “Kieran Hale. Former Tribunal runner. Current pain in their ass.”

Aino would not easily trust anybody. "How could that be possible?" Keegan had a very good temper. “Let me guess, you're Aino, right?" "So?" Aino asked. "Your mother's name is Sabrina Scott?" Keegan's expression was incomparably gentle and kind. He was also a father of a few children. His family abroad had usually been practicing democracy at home. He was best at getting along with children. At that very moment, it was indeed too easy for him to deal with a teenage girl. He laughed coldly in his heart, but he did not show it at all on his face.

Killarney, Ireland, 1840 Kian O'Braonain was the best friend anyone in the world could ever have. He could run as fast as lightening, climb like a cat, and hit a bird with a stone from twenty yards. While Aaron seldom had a chance to play with his friend now that he was older and had more responsibility, his Ma usually didn’t mind if he walked home with Kian after mass, and the boys would spend several hours running around the base of Torc Mountain, tossing stones in the lake, or running through the village scaring the chickens and the cows.

Noella said, “You’re clueless. It’d be best just to keep quiet and watch!” Kayson furrowed his eyebrows. He looked toward Michael and was about to speak when Keagan let out a heavy grunt. “I can understand that young people are wildly conceited and clueless.” Keagan said nonchalantly, “Do you know that my hearing is shockingly sensitive, and I have an even sharper sense of danger? “The incoming person is impressive indeed and also a master-level powerhouse. But if you claim that I’m no match for the person, you’ve underestimated me.”

He sees me before Riven but he’s already got questions of his own. “Kevin Baker was asking directions to your house in town earlier, why?” He has to crunch on glass before he comes to his senses. I watch his eyes widen in horror. “Kevin Baker?” Riven asks. “Who the fuck is Kevin Baker?” I have no idea who Kevin Baker is. No idea at all. “He was on my books a few years back,” Kennedy says. “From a broken family in Gloucester, a nasty piece of work. Violent.” Riven looks at me but I can’t meet his eyes.