Martin Berkhan Novels & Stories

He uttered, and I bobbed. “I enjoyed Martina’s company too. She’s a very nice lady.” “Oh yes, she is.” He answered with a large smile. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone. He stretched it to me and said; “You can have your phone back. Alpha Marcus is gone and I believe you to make the right decisions.” After hearing his words, I reached for my phone and collected it. To my greatest surprise, Alpha Kilhan’s picture was still the wallpaper. The same way I had given it to him.

An outsider did not matter. The car rolled to a stop at the front steps. Three pack members stood waiting, two guards and Margen, the oldest maid in the household. She bowed slightly as the driver opened the door for me. She was in charge of maintaining the servants. She was, after all, here since long before I was born. I stepped out first. Didn’t look back. Didn’t offer a hand. I didn't care to do so, and I knew that she shouldn't expect me to do so.

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

"The place on the hill?" "Yes." "Who's this, Tom is this you-you asshole? I don't have time to play games...." "Hey, I don't know who the fuck Tom is, but I'm sitting outside the gate. I wanna see this place today." "Oh-oh sorry sir, so sorry. I'll be right there. Give me ten minutes. What's your name?" "Kyle Clancy." 'Clancy, you any relation to old man Clancy?" "I guess." He hung up the phone before the man could ask him his life story.