Knock Knock Daniel Beaty Novels & Stories

He asked and I just stared, rummaging through my mind for what to give him as my excuse for knocking on his door at this weird hour. Maybe my mate-pull had twitched and led me to the wrong house? He seemed to notice my puzzled silence and continued. “I’m Daniel, the Beta of this Pack so you can talk to me if there’s a problem. Would you like to come in?” He asked again. “It’s cold out there.” Yes, it was fucking cold. And I had my head bowed low in my thinking. But I managed to nod to his request. He shifted to the side to give me space and just as I walked in, I felt someone standing before me. That familiar sandalwood scent from before hit my nostrils roughly and I threw my gaze back up.

I was muddleheaded to imagine how would I would take care of two injured men so late at night. But everything took after my surprise when Daniel began to fight back skillfully as if it was something that he practiced for a long time. His expression was sober, calm but moves were representing the vibe of a silent killer. The man who berated him earlier charged forward in an attempt to give him a powerful kick. He was a few inches taller than Daniel which made me concerned that Daniel wouldn't be able to save his life this time.

She was drunk. Knock! Knock! I came out of my thoughts when I heard a knocking sound coming from the door. Before I could reach the door the knock had converted into banging. And I could hear Anna's voice. "Daniel, you bastard. Open the door. Or I'll break it." I rushed to open the door. As soon as I opened it I found a raging bull standing before me. And it was none other than Susanna Winchester. Her cheeks were flushed through high drinking. She was fuming while glaring at me with her blazing eyes. The way she was glaring at me it looked like she would kill me with her eyes.

I asked. She shook her head. “No.” “I'm not expecting anyone either. Not even Leo,” I told her. The knock came again the second time. That was when Grace stood up to open the door. And there he was. Daniel. Freshly shaven. Eyes shadowed but clearer. Hair damp like he’d just stepped out of the shower. And then his voice came out loud, stern, sharp and commanding. “We need to talk, Jessica.”

Daniel dusted himself and stood straight like he was not stuck on a wall like a bitten up mosquito a few minutes ago. "Thanks ". He cleared his throat and turned to me. Straightening his shoulder and putting his left arm behind his back and right hand in front of him with a bend he introduced himself like a Royal butler. " The name is Daniel . I am Beta of Red Moon pack. Your's name madame" Said in fake British accent. I giggled a little and play along with him.

That everything he’d fought to build—to prove he wasn’t just someone’s shadow—was nothing without the man he’d tried to forget. He stopped at the edge of his desk, staring at his phone. The last message from Ethan still sat there: “Daniel, please. Talk to me.” It had been sent weeks ago, unanswered. Daniel’s thumb hovered over the screen, his pulse racing. Then came the knock on the door. “Come in,” he answered, pocketing the phone. Jonathan stepped in, immaculate as always, with a folder under one arm. “You look like hell,” he said mildly. Daniel forced a smile. “Good afternoon to you too, sir.”

His eyes lit up as he spoke and I almost feigned a gig just to irritate him. “What? Is this where I say, Aww, and thank You?” I shot at him and he stuck out his tongue at me. Daniel reached out and knocked on the door. After a few knocks, we had no response. “What now?” I mouthed to Daniel. He shrugged and slammed the door open after three tries while I freaked out at the fact he was breaking into someone’s home that was most likely not Jared’s, because Jared was dead, right? It took me a few seconds to register that Daniel was just staring blanking into the house and the door had been broken down. I stared at him before the insides of the house came into sight and it was then I realized;

he winked. Ben was the structural engineer everyone liked—tall, decent jawline, allergic to drama. A safe guy. A good guy. Which is probably why I flinched when he brushed a crumb off my collar. In the glass atrium across the floor, Andrew was mid‑presentation, all swagger and sharp angles. He wasn’t even looking at me. Not until Ben laughed at one of my deadpan jokes. Then Andrew’s eyes flicked over. Just a second too long.

"Shirley, come down! We need to sort this out in person!" I stayed inside. She hollered for half an hour before giving up and leaving. The next day, Darcy's sister-in-law knocked on my door. "Shirley, please open up. Just a quick word..." I kept the door shut. It was day five when Becky dropped a bomb in the family chat. [Becky: Some folks get too big for their britches, thinking they can even take their mother-in-law to court. Just wait till they're old and see if anyone's there to care for them. You reap what you sow.]

There was a small wide door that Liam knocked on, and it was opened by a man the size of the Hulk. "Hey man, have you seen Jax?" Liam stuck his hand out and they did a stupid man-hug with the guy before he let us in. "Yeah, he went to his office, why?" He looked over at me and smiled when he looked me up and down. "We have a new fighter." He said with a smile. "Well, in that case," He moved around Liam and came to stand by me. "Hey, I'm Jamie." I laughed when he kissed my hand.