Lee Russell Bennington Novels & Stories

The bags seemed to frantically move around and I then realized that people were in there. I moved forward and unzipped the first bag. Christian and Don mimicked my moves and were revealed indeed, with people. The bag that I opened held Lezelle, and my eyes widened. I opened the entire bag and helped her out. Christian did the same and pulled out one of the other pack members. Don pulled out a young girl who I soon realized it to be Julia. He was holding her close to his chest, and I saw that she was bawling her eyes out.

Niko said, his jaw locked. "And?" I asked, trying to gauge how much he knew. I swallowed hard just as Russo walked in. The wind howled outside, matching my drumming heart in my chest. Snow dusted on his clothes. He tugged his hoodie off his head and ran his hand through his hair multiple times. I was so engrossed in watching him that I shivered in fear hearing a gun shot. Russo's jaw set tight as his menacing gaze trained on Alessio. He stood immovable, giving him a murderous look.

It was getting long on top, but he kept it well-shaved on the bottom. I smiled as I ran my finger in a feather-like motion over his neck. He had a small mole on his collarbone, making him Look sexy. His tattoos on his chest, arms, and back were a mixture of things—everything he loved, from chemistry to wolves and his parent's names. Russell was the most mysterious guy I had ever met, which made him more intriguing than I could admit.

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

November 11th "Good evening Alpha Xander Kuznetsov," Leo said as he opened the door to a tall man. He had jet black hair and icy blue eyes. His features were sharp and manly and had a dark stubble framed his jaw. "Good evening, Alpha Leonardo Loren," he said in a thick Russian accent as they shook hands. "Good to see you," Leo said, shaking his hand too. "This is my Beta, Blair, my Gamma, Luca and my Luna, Ella."

Only three people knew of his true identity, the girl witnessing what was happening now, his dad, who was still being taken care of after he was left badly hurt by Gunther and Noah years ago, and Wesley Slate, his mentor, and most trusted friend. Wesley was the man who found young Brandon. He was being mistreated by a group of rogues, who were treating him like a slave. They tortured him and made him do all kinds of insane requests like cleaning the excrement from the dungeons they used to incarcerate all of Noah and Alpha Swan's victims. Who were the supposed leaders of the underground sell of rogue girls to filthy men to use as personal slaves.

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.