Maurice Theriault Novels & Stories

31 ****Maurice's POV**** Ever since the robbery incident, I had secretly contacted the team for Special Weapons and Tactics (SWAT). Fortunately, I had a close friend who worked in SWAT, our friendship started since we were ten. He lost his mom way back, when he was eight and was wrongly treated by his father's new wife. Then in school, he always arrived very late, his homework unattended and his eyes very droopy.

He only nodded, as quiet as always, and suddenly I felt a little lost, until firm footsteps made me look toward the building’s entrance. A tall man with wiry muscles and dark hair was walking toward me, staring at me with deep brown eyes. I straightened up and walked toward him too. “Ma’am, I’m Dante, Head of Operations and Logistics,” he said, at least with a little more courtesy than the rest of the men I’d met. “Mr. Dante, the Patriarch asked me to come urgently...” I said, half debating whether to ask him what the hell was going on here. “We need a sign language interpreter...” I was surprised to hear him say that... “but let’s go, I’ll explain on the way. The meeting’s about to start an

"Her father is a plantation owner." Macie hadn't mentioned it, but not many girls mentioned their pasts. Some think we aren't even allowed to, which I don't see why not. Keeping secrets seems to be a common game here. I'm curious about Macie though; what he father grows in our winter climate is beyond me, but whatever it is, he must make a fortune off it. It just makes me feel even more insignificant. "I see the wheels turning," I say, moving my apple in a circle to emphasise my point. Zariah gets this expression on her face when she is onto something.

their community knew about my family and my pack and wanted all magical beings dead. “Is mayor Argent behind the murder of those two bodies found on your land?” Emery choked out. I took a swig of my beer and rested my elbows on the table, “We think he is. He is a hunter of all things magic. He has powers of his own. He’s like a hound dog in a sense. He can track, sniff, and kill anything that is not necessarily human. It’s a wonder he didn’t know what you were, Tyler.” Tyler grabbed her glass of water and chugged it down and set it softly on the table and looked over at Emery, “He is one of the council members that suggested Tyler and I be on the murder case. He has always been overly kind

Maurice shrugs, satisfied. “This place is too noisy. I'm tired and, by the way, shut up. I don't want to talk about my life.” “What an ass!”, grumbles Dom, running his hand through his hair. “I was watching, I don't know when he did it”, Thierry comments, in disbelief. “Now we can play again, I was winning”, says Maurice, passing in front of us and leaving the box with a smile of victory.

“Eleanor is his mate. Kate is his daughter. He’s come to claim them.” Maurice let out a sharp scoff. “If Cedric wanted to claim them, he should have come himself instead of sending his dogs.” His voice dripped with disdain. “That’s how things are done. Your presence here is a violation of the treaty.” The warriors exchanged glances, clearly not expecting that response. I exhaled slowly, watching Maurice closely. He wasn’t just shutting them down—he was trying to push them away, fast. And that meant he was hiding something.

His words have both of us laughing so hard that for a moment I forget everything that is going on around us and it feels so good, so needed. "Warrior Robbie. How can I help you?" A strange voice brings my laughter to an immediate stop as a guy comes to stand in front of us. He's incredibly tall and muscular and looks like he could scare even the meanest of wolves. "Yes, Johnathan. Alpha Nicholas is in the gym. He has asked for some privacy but I would like you to guard the door while he's in there. There's too much shit going on right now for him to be left unguarded."

If the battle is coming to our doorstep, we’re going to be sure to have a solid strategy, and now that we have a better idea of what we’re up against, we can train accordingly. They also had to get back because Gray, Reid, and Theo had the onerous task of returning the bodies of our fallen squad fighters and breaking the news to their families. We lost three in the battle with the shadow pack- Keaton, Tyler, and Bex. Keaton was from Summervale, and he’d been on the squad for three years. Tyler and Bex were from Goldenleaf and Stillwater, respectively, and were new recruits from this past summer. Every loss is tough to swallow, the cost of war high. Too high.

The small nodd of Maeve’s head, still wrapped in her mothers arms, was the only evidence that she had heard him. I knew how much Julius hated Adrian in this moment. It vibrated through our bond in sickening waves of murderous rage. But despite his harsh ulterior, Julius knew his people on a personal level. He wanted to tell Maeve that he would fucking murder Adrian for what he had done to her, to us. That he would keep him alive as he broke bones and removed organs, not the vital ones of course, the ones you could (very painfully) live without, until he finally decided to end his miserable life.

“Why do you hate Arthur so much now? He used to be your role model for men. Mom, what happened?” “Sam, wake up! He is cursed and would be dead soon. You and I are very much aware of that.” “Is that why you and dad are gathering opposes to overthrow him?” “Look Sam, there are things that even you with all your wisdom wouldn’t be able to understand from an elder’s viewpoint. You must learn to switch things up when the time comes without being so emotional about it. Arthur Murray is doomed. Maxwell Murray is the new leader and we must embrace him now before it is too late.”