Luke West Novels & Stories

he explained, his eyes reflecting the complexity of his journey. "I grew up not too far from here," Luke continued, disclosing that he was adopted by one of the local werewolf pack Betas. "As I turned sixteen, it turns out I revealed to be an enforcer or Gamma, as they go by in a wolf pack." He shrugged, suggesting that this role might not have been his choice. "I don't think that was my call, so as soon as I turned 18, I decided to leave on a journey to find my mate," his voice husky with longing, "but after three unsuccessful months, I ended up here." "I broke up a brawl for Carla- he continued- and she offered me a job. The rest is history." He glanced at Carla, gratitude evident in his

He made the nine-hour drive the day before league meetings and got in around 10 pm local time. Jeremy got checked into the hotel and went to the bar for a nightcap since the league meetings were at 7 am lasting into the evening. Jeremy saw his newfound friend Luke Elliott since joining the indoor football league, The Wild West Indoor Football League or WWIF; Luke owned the Omaha Cattlemen. " Hey Luke, Looks like you're having too much fun, " Jeremy projected over the bar's noise. " And there's the most depressing man in the world. How are you doing? I wasn't expecting you here tonight." Luke retorted.

Alpha Luke, the only one of the alpha’s I truly know, since he and his pack have interacted with Xavier's. Both he and Xavier were about five whb his pack moved and made settlements bordering Xavier's pack “I mean, we are talking about a god here…the god of death to be precise, I don’t know about the rest of you but I would prefer not to be dead” he continued. Luke is hot, I have to admit that. With his ash blond hair, whisky brown eyes, a chiseled jawline, fit body and lips that you could kiss all day. Too bad he is also the worst player I know.

he said with a light smile. I looked at him. He was young, maybe a few years younger than me, with brown hair tied back and clear eyes. He wore a silver crest on his chest—the mark of a beta. “I’m Luke,” he said. “Beta of the Silver-Coast Pack.” “I see,” I said. “Nice to meet you.” “I was wondering if you’d take a walk with me. There’s something I’d like to talk about, privately.” I looked at him for a long moment. He didn’t seem tense. But nothing here felt simple.

LUCA'S POV Why is West trying to make me look like the bad person that I'm not? This is fucking business; there's no friends or family, or a girl he has barely known for two days. We came to Indonesia for a reason: work and not love. I'm fucking pissed at him right now; to think that he just threw everything we have suffered for so long into the mud without any remorse is so low of him; I'm fucking disappointed. The door to my study slides open, and my beautiful eyerna walks in. "I thought I overheard West... I saw him driving in." She asks, seeking quite unsure.

I tell Zander. Zander pauses and looks at me. Yeah he and I don’t see eye to eye. We never have, even as kids. Zander is actually age wise between me and Ken, but we are not close. “Lawson Alpha, Collins Beta, the new Black Hills Pack of South Dakota, USA?” Zander says looking at Luke. Luke, Prince Luke Cameron, Heir to the Lycan King. “As the goddess made it,” Luke says downing another glass. Athena-Ready to tell them?

"But the entire territory isn't that big! Where else can she hide? She's just an Omega! If she escapes on her own, she'll die in another pack's territory! It's not like she doesn't know that!" All color was drained from Leo's face upon hearing Luke's response. Meanwhile, Rupert was completely overwhelmed by anxiety. He kept shouting shakily, "Luke, I won't let you claim that Lori is dead! She won't die!" Luke was a warrior renowned for his exceptional strength within the pack. On the battlefield, he looked very intimidating with his sword while riding on horseback. But beneath his facade, he was a playful werewolf who tended to be very clumsy. He loved exploring around in caves. There were s

Ava did not hesitate and hugged him in return. "It's been a long time. How are you, Ava?" Ava broke the hug and looked at him. "I am fine. What about you? How is your basketball going?" Luke ruffled her hair just like before, causing Ava to chuckle. "So you know," he grinned. "Of course." Luke had become a famous basketball player. As he was growing in that field, his father supported him and did not force him to join the business. "I am doing well. A match is scheduled for the following week. Come and cheer me on.”

Luke holds my hand on his and whispered, "Neola, trust me. Everything will work out alright? The baby and Elle will get through this. Don't worry, perhaps in a matter of minute, that doctor will come out of that door and tell us that both of them is-" "Mr. Stevens? Ms. West?" I look back at Luke, whispering, “No one can know about all I have told you.” He simply nodded, making a cross over his chest and raising his hand in a childish manner, before muttering, “I promise.” * GABE

“Amanda, I didn’t have time to warn you, but Andrés’s son is here, and he wants to fight for what’s rightfully his.” “Who is this upstart? He wants to take what’s mine? Tell me where to find him right now because I’ll let him know that no one messes with Amanda Grayson.” “Mr. Luke is older than you, Amanda. He’s twenty-eight, and he’s no upstart. I did some research, and he has many businesses in the United States; he’s just as rich as you are.” “Well, I don’t care... This Mr. Luke is going to hear from me,” I hung up immediately. “Where can I find Mr. Luke?” I asked the three men who couldn’t stop looking at me with desire-filled eyes.