Louis Allen Iii Novels & Stories

Julius said, planting his palms firmly on his desk and he thankfully navigated the conversation away from topics of conversation we had yet to discuss. “I’m assuming our Luna here is up to speed about Wes?” “Yes.” Julius and I replied in unison. “Okay dynamic duo. Well, when I say he is perhaps the weakest person I’ve ever encountered, I’m not lying. This guy is talking and I’m not even asking questions.” “I’m sure you’re not doing nothing.” Julius scoffed. “I’ve electrocuted him a handful of times, sue me.” Dean rolled his eyes, crossing his forearms over his broad chest. “Anyway, he’s confirmed that Adrian is working with someone and he’s got connections in the Blue Moon Pack.”

It followed the rules of impact and recovery. "You're not focused, mate," Louis’s voice muttered from the apron. He was leaning against the steel post, his crisp Mayfair suit completely out of place among the grease and the grease-monkeys. He was cutting a strip of adhesive tape with his teeth, his sharp eyes scanning my face. "Your alignment is off by two inches on the left stance. If you let this giant catch you on the liver, the Swiss trip is canceled before we buy the tickets." "The alignment is fine, Louis," I growled, my voice a low, gravelly rasp that barely carried over the shouting of the fifty bookmakers crowding the perimeter of the fence. "Just grease the gloves."

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.

“About the nutcase lady, she is the reason why I request your presence.” “Who is she?” “She is the daughter of Alpha Atlas. The Alpha of the CageMoon Pack. Aunt said the nutcase is betrothed to me ever since I was a boy. And I had no fucking idea about it.” “Hold on, Leo…… you are fucking joking, right?” “Did you see me in any costume? I’m dead serious, Man,” I pushed myself up from the couch, and made my way to the mini-bar in my office. I pulled out a bottle of whiskey, stretched it in the direction of Max. “Do you care for any?”

Mia: I wound down the glass watching as buildings zoom past, letting the wind blow in my face. I could not wait to be home. To be in Lukas' arms. Dad finally named Axel as his heir and though some were in opposition, the majority had no problem with it, especially after they found out Jade was a gambling addict. I would never forget the look on Luna Lilian's face when she realized her son would never become the Alpha she had trained him to be. I would relish that memory forever.

Lucille mind-linked nervously. “Let’s talk outside,” Mitch said smoothly, motioning Louis to follow. The three stepped out into the night air. Mitch extended a firm hand toward Louis. “I’m Mitchell Jones. Your sister’s mate. Pleased to meet you.” Louis froze for a moment. His palms were damp. Slowly, he extended his trembling hand to meet Mitch’s. “Louis Clinton,” he said shakily. “Pleased to meet you, Lord Mitch.” “Mitchell,” Mitch corrected gently. “Just Mitchell is perfect.”

I sighed, shaking my head. “Stop teasing me, old man,” she snorted. “How much older than you is this guy?” her friend questioned. Yep, I’m not going to like this kid. “He’s twenty-eight. And don’t start your judgmental crap Alexander Michael Whitland. Or should I remind you about Isabelle Santi.,” her words became muffled as I’m guessing the boy covered her mouth to stop her. “Do not bring her up,” Alex warned. “Then don’t sit there and judge me about Logan,” Aurelia snorted.

A stunning young woman huffs, folding her arms across her chest, looking at the three of us most unpleasantly. “I’m...” I start to say, but she holds out her hand, making me close my mouth quickly. “I know who you are.” She narrows her eyes at the three of us. “I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.”

“Javier has told me so much about you.” “All of it untrue, probably,” I said. She turned to her husband, a big bear of a guy, tall and broad-shouldered with a scruffy beard. “This is Louis.” “With an O,” he said, as he shook my hand. “Louis is a second generation American,” Javier said. “He always wants people to know that his name isn’t Luis. Which my parents insist on calling him.” I knew from what Javier had told me that Louis was of Cuban and Spanish descent, much more Americanized than his in-laws, and his Spanish was almost as rough as mine. He worked in logistics for a big company in Doral, out by the airport.

Allan had been in Caddaric’s office at Casper’s instruction since he received information that the three cousins had arrived in Las Vegas. Caddaric had received the same training as Casper so they thought alike. When Carter and Colton passed the information of being asked to wait outside, Casper instructed them to eliminate all threats except Julius, since Allan said the guy was good. If Caddaric agreed that he needed Julius, then they could come to some form of agreement.