Master Frown X Brock Novels & Stories

Chapter 26. “So how does it feel to be engaged”? Tisha asked after their lunch. “Extremely possessive and claimed”. Caroline said with a chuckle followed by Xavier. He could not agree more. “And you didn’t bother to call us”. Brock said faking a hurt. Xavier shot him Really Stupid look. He knew Brock was only teasing him as he had excused coming because he couldn’t manage to sum up his work. “But I am glad you guys are here”. Caroline stretched to hold both of their hands.

How dare this asshole walk around his pack as though he didn't just fuck someone else while they were both in rut. Harris suddenly stood and stormed out of his office. He took off running as soon as he was out the front door and didn't stop until the construction site came into view. His stomach turned when he saw Brody laughing and talking with his people as though he didn't just cheat on their Alpha. As Harris approaches Brody turns and smiles, "Hey babe, I-" Brody's words were cut off as Harris' fist flew forward and connected with his jaw. Brody fell to the ground and held his jaw as the people around him gasped and quickly went to his aid.

I guess in a way, he did. The ref calls us to the center, where we touch fists, since neither of us is wearing gloves. He goes over the rules, but we’re not listening. Brock is staring down at the marks Cassandra left on me, and I’m getting in his head. “Tell me, Brock, are you pissed that I got her first?” I ask as I lean in close, “Or because you can see how much she liked it?” “Fuck you,” he hisses as he lunges and the fight begins.

This is Ronan wanting this as much as he does. “C-Can I, m-master—” That made Cross grin evilly. He knows that Ronan just slipped out but he wants that now. “That’s right, call me Master Cross, Doc Ronan.” Ronan’s scent is getting more and more intense, almost as strong as what he had when his Heat came. That would mean a stronger effect on Cross. He wants to just slam his cock inside this man and fuck him the hardest but, of course, he wouldn’t. He laughs to himself because someone should really award him for having the strongest self-control even at this new scenario they are experiencing.

A square jaw, thick eyebrows, and an almost brutish presence made him look more like a walking fortress than a man. His fist had completely enveloped the master’s. The master stumbled back slightly, his face twisted in anger. "Step back! I don’t want to fight you!" Brutus exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. "You don’t have the balls." The master’s face contorted in rage. "That girl injured my disciple so badly he lost consciousness! She could’ve held back!" Brutus stepped forward, his heavy footfall shaking the ground. "You’re going against the rules. If you were so worried about your disciple, maybe you should’ve trained him better."

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

He said as he threw the hanky in the dustbin and made a disgusted face as if he was disgusted by Brock’s very own existence. “What the fuck is going on there!” Brock exclaimed as he looked at representative George and said, “George! What in the world is going on? How can they win like that?” He asked and then looked at Edmund and walked to him, but the moment he did, Edmund took a step back and said, “I heard you spit while talking,” He said that with a very straight face that made almost all of the shareholders crack out in laughter, that made Brock even madder but he just could not show that to Emdund, he just could not afford to make Edmund mad, so he himself took some steps back and said

He narrowed his dark eyes, tracking the disruption. Though his classic features remained calm, the scent of pure, sharp impatience radiated from his aura, putting every wolf on edge. He locked his gaze onto our locked forms, his voice falling like stone. “What base pack friction dares to disrupt the labor of my shears?” Seeing the master step into the fray, Rosa immediately altered her strategy, forcing a flood of false tears into her eyes as she turned her face toward his position. “Master Draco, Brooke Lawson is attempting to dismantle my reputation and brand me a criminal before the entire guild!”

Jaylen's POV I've never been so proud of Brock in the entirety of my life but right now, he's the best. We might not be friends but then what he said now made him want to kiss his feet. "I have more your highness" another conniving voice shouted. He then walked to the middle where he could be seen. I know the guy. He's a painter who uses reality as what he paints. He moves about most times with a camera. "Who are you?" Brock asked.

I roared, Bruno injecting his command into the words and making the lesser beasts bow their heads. “You weak runts!” Nico barked, frustrated with his men. “If you cannot follow your alpha's demands then you had better find yourself another pack.” Enzo smacked a warrior on the back of the man's head as he walked past him, heading toward me. “I'll take you on, Alpha.” I smiled with anticipation, a desire to knock the pain in my arse down a peg or two becoming overwhelming. He had started to irritate me more lately, and if I were to be honest with myself, I had to admit that it was purely because of his relationship with Eliana.