Levi Weston Novels & Stories

They love him for it. “Hey, sis.” Weston takes off his boots and crosses the room. I set my coffee down and stand, welcoming him with a hug. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” “I know. I’ve been swamped at work.” “How’s the Batmobile coming?” he asks with a smirk. Weston’s a cop, and together we keep the Batmobile theory alive in Jacob’s mind. “Will you two stop already!” Mom steps over Boots and scoops up Jackson. “Poor Jacob actually believes you.”

His eyes then fell on Levi, who was standing a few feet behind her, trying to look smaller than he was, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his borrowed jeans. “And who do we have here?” Lester asked, his tone not suspicious, but genuinely curious and warm. “Lester, this is Levi,” Ethel said. “We found him in the city. He’s… he’s going to be staying with us for a while.” Levi looked up, meeting Lester’s gaze. The defensiveness was there, a default setting, but it was warring with his obvious curiosity about this gentle, bookish man in a world of warriors. Lester didn’t offer a hand to shake. He simply smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and his gaze fell on Levi’s hair. The boy’

“You trust this guy? Well don’t Cali he’s Charles son,” I shake my head. “I don’t. But he won’t hurt me, just give me a minute,” I grab Weston’s hand and led him a few feet away and turn to face him. He was dressed in gray trousers and a white button down shirt that was to tight and showed his toned stomach. Lucky bastard. His solid black hair was short at the sides and slicked back on the top. His Carmel colored eyes were soft yet something dangerous leaked in the mix. “What do you want, Weston?”

she interrupts. I smile awkwardly because I never know what to say when I tell people that and they respond like that. “Thanks, and my dad lives in Florida now.” “Ah,” Alec says, nodding his head, “the retirement life.” I look at Alec’s profile. Strangely, Weston looks nothing like his father who is shorter and squat, his barrel chest and broad shoulders making him appear larger than he is. Weston is tall and lean like his mom and has her eyes but not her blond hair, which if I had to guess is probably from a salon anyway.

Leonard spoke harshly. "Are you going to support your son?" Gael asked. He was finding it hard to breathe and his heartbeat was off the beat. He was almost suffering from a heart attack. "I will never support that stupid and spoilt brat. If Ashton doesn't come back then I can as well find another pack or I can just become a lone wolf." Leonard said with absolute sincerity. He will never betray Ashton in this lifetime or the next or the next because he knew that he was not just your everyday alpha like Kelly.

I replied and he gave me a pat on the back. "With how you're sulking with the loss of George, I thought your parents are already dead." He said. "They might as well be," I replied. "He only comes here to point out everything I do wrong and leave. He could've just texted me. That would've been easier to ignore." "Who is this, Levi? Is this the man in the picture? For goodness sake, people are already disgusted with the fact that you're dating a man. Why can't you choose someone more decent-looking." He spat with a disgusted look on his face.

Lorenzo suddenly said my name in a dark tone, and I pulled myself together, knowing I had to wake up and act. My attention went to the older man who pinned me with a strange look. “A very beautiful Omega, no doubt.” He smiled like he was relaxed, but I felt like I was standing in front of a dangerous snake. “I’m Patriarch Leandro Vasiliev. If you get tired of your Alpha’s bad mood, you’re welcome in my pack.” He said it like it was a joke, and Lorenzo answered with a low, dangerous warning growl that made my skin go tight.

So why the fuck was he always appearing unannounced? “What the hell are you doing here Levi? Are you stalking me now?” I asked as I folded my arms across my chest. “I don't stalk married women. That is beneath me” he said as his lips curved up in a devilish smirk and I rolled my eyes at him, then he took a step closer to me. “Congratulations by the way. Declan Westwood, he is a full catch Isabella”

"That sounds like more than a cousin being nosy." "Weston has spent years convincing himself that this company was stolen from him," Julian said, quiet. "I don't think he's entirely wrong to feel wronged, if I'm honest — my father was not a generous man with his approval, and Weston spent decades trying to earn something he was never going to be given, regardless of how hard he worked for it. That doesn't make him harmless. It makes him dangerous in a specific way, because he's not motivated by greed alone. He's motivated by twenty years of being told, in a hundred small ways, that he wasn't enough."

But his smile was too measured, his gaze too steady, as though he had rehearsed this moment a thousand times. “You’re lying,” she whispered, but the air in her chest twisted. Weston tilted his head, eyes glinting with the cruel satisfaction of a predator finally delivering its secret strike. “Your mother and my father. A mistake, perhaps. A brief storm. But one that gave us… you.” ***