Lachlan Watson Gender Novels & Stories

“Do you want to invite your mate over here? It feels wrong to leave the guy in the shadows.” “What are you talking about?” Lachlan growls, his eyes turning black, his wolf pressing forward. “He’s just my attendant.” “I’m sure he attends to all of your needs, your highness.” I quip, enjoying the surprise in his eyes. “Are all of you yanks this insolent?” He mutters, more to himself than me, but I answer his question. “Pretty much.” Bending down, I find my water jug and chug, desperate to quench my thirst.

I took another step closer, ignoring the voice screaming in my head to run away and cut my losses, until we were almost touching. “Is that why you keep sending him to do your job?” I jabbed a finger at Lachlan without looking away. “Because you can’t do it? Or, you can’t stomach the thought of touching your wife or any woman for that matter? Wouldn’t it be a revelation to all the people who bow down to their pakhan?” “How dare you?” He growled, his eyes menacing and his face carved in stone as he looked down at me.

Can we hold that against him? Seren sure didn’t seem to. And if she could forgive then surely everyone else should. I could see the pain in Lachlan’s eyes when we were with him and I did not like it. That pain was near to the pain that had been there when he lost his father. And, something that bothered me more, the moment I walked into the cabin I could not sense his wolf. Lachlan's wolf was a Beta wolf. A strong and dominant wolf, only second to my wolf when within pack. Not to be able to sense him was a terrifying thing. If his wolf was gone, then the damage could be irreversible. I may even need to consider a new Beta…

He set me down on my feet though he kept one hand firmly on my throat, not squeezing, but reminding me who was in control. “Then what do u want” I whispered with a shaking yet bold voice, my hand trembling as I tried to pull my lace bodice back into place. “I’m looking for a girl,” he said. “A girl who ran away from the Willow pack ten years ago. A girl with a birthmark on her inner thigh shaped like a crescent moon. A girl who was supposed to be executed for treason.” He slowly moved his gaze down to my legs. The room felt like it was spinning. I had that mark. I had spent years hiding it, covering it with tattoos, working in the shittiest bars in the city to stay under the radar.

She was so brave and so loyal. As if reading her mind, Lachlan smirked as he said, “Settle down, little girl. I am not here to hurt her.” His eyes came to me but something in them flashed as if he wanted to make a liar out of himself. But then in a blink that look was gone as he gazed down at my body, taking in all the injuries. At last, he said, “I wanted to talk to you.” I remained silent. He looked at Sia and commanded, “Wait outside.” Sia scowled. “I am not going anywhere.”

Elli smiled. I looked at Lachlan. “What about you?” I asked. “What is your passion?” He glanced at Rina, and said, “I’m in media studies. Right now, I'm an assistant cameraman for channel six. I’ll probably be at the protest to get some footage for the station.” “That’s great!” Rina enthused, and placed her hand on Lachlan’s arm. I had to remind myself that Rina didn’t want a real relationship, and I had Elliana.

Lana believed that having the mentorship of senior club members could help her avoid many potential challenges. She expressed her gratitude with sincerity, saying, "Thank you, Mrs. Watson." Marion was taken aback by Lana's address, considering her most prominent identity was that of the First Lady. After years of marriage to Devon, very few people regarded her as an individual separate from her husband. "You're welcome!" Marion's affection for Lana grew. "The president of the Watson Club is my cousin, so it was a simple favor." At that moment, Lana realized Marion's last name was Watson. It confirmed her connection to the influential Watson family in Dawsbury.

Lachlan smiled and shook his head. "You're not dying. Those are sparks you feel. I'm Lachlan and you're my mate," He said hoping she wouldn't laugh in his face. She was a goddess, and he was a rogue. He didn't know what she could possibly want with him. Nyx sat up and looked at Lachlan in disbelief. She was stunned that the large gorgeous man with thick black hair and dark blue eyes was her mate. She had hoped and dreamed she would have one but never thought it would happen. "You're my mate? Are you sure?" She asked softly. Lachlan took her hand and the sparks flooded her body.

"You all must like Achilles very much..." Watson nodded eagerly in agreement. "Of course, madam. Although he is cold and can be quite harsh at time, he always treats the people who work for him very well." His eyes drifted over to his grandpa. "Liam resembles him quite a bit in that way. Although they both tend to distance themselves from others, they would do anything for the people that they love." My chest warmed at his words.

“How is he doing, Fletch?” Sighing, he runs a hand over his face; the exhaustion becoming more obvious. “Not good. The Luna is still unconscious, but the pup seems to be fine. Strong heartbeat.” “Are you going to see him?” Lachlan asks. The man is the Gamma of Willowa pack and seems to fit in well with Fletcher, hoping to convince Xander to stay. I wonder if anyone has told him that Xander would rather die than return to Willowa as the Alpha. “Can you try to get him to eat?”