Luke Morrow Novels & Stories

“No, not for real. I lied. Things are… they’re better in some ways, but still rough in others.” “You wanna tell me?” Nick ran a finger over the label on his beer bottle. “I – yeah.” Luke leaned back, giving Nick space. “Whenever you’re ready.” Nick nodded quietly, his eyes fixed on the beer label. He felt the waves of calm coming over the table at him, and he tried to just relax into them. Luke Rhodes was a goddamn survivor of a foreign war, one that had taken his hand, and despite that trauma, the man had made a whole new life after. A good life.

“I had a life where I came from. One that you are not going to understand.” He laughed. “Ah, there she is. The woman with the claws.” I finally looked at him, unimpressed. “If you’re here to defend your Alpha again…” He raised his hands. “I’m here because I saw how the Luna threw daggers with her eyes at the dining table and stormed out like a hurricane. Had to see the damage for myself.” My lips twitched. Just slightly. “Are you here to lecture me too? Like your Alpha?” He snorted. “Nolan doesn’t lecture. He broods. Then he breaks something. Then he blames the weather.”

Thus, he was willing to sacrifice his life for her. "I don't have any more questions." Rachel smiled when she saw the determination look in Luke's eyes. "I just didn't expect that you, Luke Jones, the gang leader that rules Merchant City, to be such a loyal and loving man." Luke glared at Rachel indifferently, "Is it weird?"

A dark shape emerging from the snow, broad and unyielding. Liam. He moved like fury given form, cold, precise, unstoppable. Kai was at his side, his expression grim, and behind them, four more of Liam’s warriors fanned out in formation. The Darius patrol froze. Even they could sense the shift in power. “Step away from her,” Liam said, his voice steady and deadly. One of the guards sneered. “This is Alpha Darius’s territory. Rogue grounds. You have no right…” Liam’s fist connected with his jaw before the sentence finished. The man hit the ground hard, snow bursting up around him.

Because no matter how angry I was, no matter how jealous I felt watching those wolves whistle and grin at her, ​​I wanted nothing more than to march across the parking lot, grab her hand, and pull her away from every set of eyes that wasn’t mine. The screech of tires tore my attention from the fan shoving a notebook in my face. Heads turned in unison as a sleek, black Lamborghini rolled right past the queue and into the center of the parking lot. The roar of its engine silenced the chatter around me for a moment. My stomach dropped, then immediately tightened in anger. I knew that car. Luke Whitmore. Future Beta of Moonveil. Son of their current Beta. Quarterback of the Veil Claws. And a coc

**AUTHORESS'S POV*** Luke hiding in a basement room which he had been in for a week now, he wears face masks to protect his face from hunters, who must have seen his posters and pictures all over the country as the man wanted for a ransom also the cops too. With a sigh he stared at the couple's picture of him and Valerie. Then smiling as tears rolled down his eyes, he drank from a big whiskey bottle, grimaced at the taste then coughed before taking down a big gulp again. I lost her, I love her , what am I supposed to do now, she's married and gone, why didn't it work out, why didn't they give her the acid bath so she could feel my pain, ... what is the next thing, I am being investigated and

Lucas The moon hung fat and heavy in the sky, a bruised purple disc that cast elongated, skeletal shadows across the sprawling pack lands. Lucas navigated the familiar paths with a practiced grace, his footsteps muffled by the dew-kissed grass. He was a wolf of shadows, a silent protector, Oliver’s right hand, and tonight, a traitor in the making. He considered his next line of action. Should he just forget about Chloe and trust the truth he believed all his life? But curiosity had his legs moving on their own accord.

Among them was Luke Snow, the son of one of Dad's former comrades-in-arms. Luke was the spitting image of a typical Volarian. He was large and burly, with tanned skin. His laugh was exceptionally bright and carefree, giving off the impression that he was a warm person. I ended up joining the medical team in Volaria.

My fingertips trembled as I tapped the encrypted frequency that was firmly memorized in my mind. Just two beeps, and the call got through. "I never expected you to contact me." A man's deep, resonant voice came through the receiver. The faint, chilling noise of a chainsaw cutting through bone could be heard in the background. Luke Chance was once the second-in-command of Night Owl Legion. He was also a deranged, unlicensed doctor who was internationally wanted for indulging in illegal live human modification.

Nicole's brows knit tight. Seriously… What was wrong with this guy? She had been too far away during the execution to see Luke's face clearly in her past life, but the official report had laid it all out. He was a mixed-race drug trafficker who got his start up north, then smuggled product across the border and landed on the most-wanted list. It was enough to put him away for life, several times over. He had been on the run ever since.