Novel & Cerita Keegan Russ

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

Rasmus lightly shook his head in negative. "You think you'll get a..away after killing me?" Richard spoke with difficulty as he wheezed for air. Rasmus paid no heed to him. His sole attention was on Catherine. "You're giving him an easy death. I have prepared something special for him." Rasmus said as his eyes darted towards the other door which opened and a huge guy emerged out of it. He was a black guy. Tall and all muscular. He looked scary with a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw.

Theo chuckles. "When we were young and our parents were alive, we played together everyday. Hell, we were together for almost all the day. Kain was a great strategist. Since their father was the head warrior, everyone assumed that he would be too. But Kain didn't want to be the head warrior. He wanted to study medicine while Kira wanted to become the Head Warrior. She started training for the same at an early age while Kain studied medicine, to become a doctor." "It was all well until the attack." Theo's voice grew hard.

I couldn't even talk to guys without stumbling over my words and looking like a fool. There was one guy in school that I have had a crush on since we were about twelve. His name was Kassius Keene. He was the son of the new Beta. Kassius was tall with an athletic build, sandy brown hair and dark eyes. I had sat behind him in class for several years, he smelled like an ocean breeze and I was fairly sure he had no idea I even existed.

Greyson Elliot sneered at me from behind a huge cherry oak desk. Fuck. At least I know his name, I guess. ​

Aside from that, the room was very empty with only a few chairs here and there. “That's Roger, your trainer.” Keegan gesticulated to a man on one of the chairs. He was extremely hefty and was shirtless; dark and scary tattoos ran all over his body and he was wearing something like a large black blanket around his waist with dark flowers like a crown around his head. His face also had what looked like mascara on his eyelids, lips, and cheeks. He looked really gothic and that scared me. "Hi Roger." I waved at him when we stopped in front of him.

Damon’s deputies quickly stepped forward, admiration evident on their faces, as if they were in the presence of a hero. Chanse and the others didn’t know who Keegan was. Judging from Damon’s attitude, they could sense that he had an extraordinary identity. Chanse then looked at Kurtis, confused. ‘Didn’t he say that he has a huge support? That’s clearly him… But why does he still look a little timid now?’ He had a bad feeling. “You’re too kind, Mr. Damon.” Keegan nodded at Damon. “Sorry for disturbing you today.” Keegan instinctively looked at Harvey; his heart skipped a beat when he saw the smile on Harvey’s face.

Robert let go of her hand as everyone’s eyes turned his way. Keegan cleared his throat, “Um, excuse me, Robert. We haven’t met yet, officially, but first, can I ask you how you know that?” “Sure. I figured I’d be explaining a few things when y’all returned. Let me start with the fact that you, Keegan Miller, Alpha of the Woodland Pack, are in for some trouble, but not from me. I am in full support of you and Ember finally ending all of this.” “What do you mean trouble?” Keegan asked while tightening his grip on Ember’s hand. She looked spooked and ready to bolt at any second.

"I hate it, but we're supposed to have it with us, Kelly." "Yeah, try wearing a piss cutter for eight years... then it wouldn't be so bad." She glared at me. "You’re an ass. And can you please speak English and stop with the Marine Corps stuff? I know eight years of old habits die hard, but..." Ignoring her poke at my years of service in the Corps, I switched the conversation back to Keegan. "Sweetheart, you don't know him like I do. He's one of the best street cops around. Nobody better to have at your back when it hits the fan."