Levi Weston Novels & Stories

Zach says, biting into his charred hot dog, “how’s it been, taking over as Alpha? I always figured it must be a ton of work.” “It’s fine,” Weston says, but he doesn’t seem very interested in chatting with us. Although he said he wanted to head off for some guy talk, he appears distracted, glancing off into the woods like he’s waiting for someone to arrive. He resists our attempts to engage him in conversation. I’m about to grab Zach, tell him something seems off, and go back to check on our mates at the campsite, when I smell something on the air. Another wolf shifter.

I know it can't be healthy. We've spent the past week working on my powers and gaining control of them and my wolf. For a vampire spike, he is very understanding and good at helping me. He never pushes me too far or forces me to do anything I'm not comfortable with. He's patient and gentle, guiding me through the process of harnessing my abilities without overwhelming me.

“So it’s true then. You’re in your rendezvous.” “Jesus.” “News travel fast, brother. Just tell me the name.” “I want thorough, and don’t tell anyone.” “Consider it done.” “Klayton Weston.” “Weston? The Yacht Builder.” Of course, it always had to be mentioned. “Yes. The son.” I wanted to roll my eyes. “May I know what’s this all about?” “No.” “Okay then. I’ll keep you informed. See you soon, brother.”

I said loudly enough that they’d hear me. Adrian and the quiet guy laughed while Valerie looked ready to throw a temper tantrum. Adrian looked like what humans called hipsters. He was Spanish, with brown eyes and black hair that was brushed back into a man bun, a short well-kept beard, plump lips and a bright, perfect smile. “Val, it sounds more like your sister thinks she’s going to be Luna. Thrown out of the packhouse?” Valerie rolled her eyes, “thrown out so the alpha can keep his relationship with an underage she-wolf a secret.”

Death was the only freedom she had left. Calista Caitlynn had been raised in an Omega family—the lowest of the low, the slaves and outcasts of the werewolf hierarchy. For as long as she could remember, her parents despised her. All their affection, warmth, and protection were reserved exclusively for her younger sister, Amanda.

I walked outside to spread some clothes and I ran in immediately. Laman stood on the floor, his legs shaking. He had fully shifted into a small wolf pup with blue fur. He was wagging his tail repeatedly while Leo was hailing him, clapping his hands and laughing. The shift had torn his clothes to pieces and a large piece of the crib was laying just beside him. “Laman!” I whispered, carrying him up quickly before anyone would walk past the open door and try to attack him. His little wolf form was warm and soft on my neck. Leo reached for me with his hands, his own eyes flashing

“You almost looked like a husband there. Warm smile. Hand on her waist. Thought you were going to spin her into a dance and call it a day. And she didn't really think that she would play the role of a Luna. And yet, there she was, the perfect Luna that everyone would want to have. Only she was being honest. I'm not really sure about you.” “I wasn't going to fake something like this for a show.” I'm not tired walking away. He sighed. “You really are a piece of work, you know that? Everything that's going around right under your nose and you just seem to miss it. Or maybe you see it, but you don't want to face it.” I stopped. He was the one man who could speak to me the way that he wanted, mos

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

“Indeed! Now stop trying to stall time! It’s evident that you’re nothing more than garbage just by looking at the way you’re dressed! How did you even manage to sneak in here?” Ignoring their statements, Gerald simply continued asking in an indifferent tone, “Correct. Now then, while Chairman Lyle owns Wayfair Mountain Entertainment, pray tell, do you know who owns Chairman Lyle?” Westlyn went silent upon hearing that. As far as she knew, Chairman Lyle was the most influential person in the entire Weston business district. How could anyone possibly be above him? Mr. Zealey, however, instantly had a change in expression. Now slightly panicked, he respectfully replied, “Chairman Lyle’s owner i

a mocking, sharp voice sounded from behind him. Weston didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. The air instantly turned foul. It was Greg Thayer, Weston’s younger half-brother. Greg was a lazy, greedy snake who had spent his entire life trying to steal Weston’s position as the CEO and failing at every turn.