Mccall Pack Novels & Stories

Her hand brushed Alice’s on the table, light but purposeful, sending a shiver through her that was both comfort and unease. “You ran out on me,” Mira said, her tone soft but probing, her eyes searching Alice’s face. “I thought we were okay in the library.” Her fingers lingered on Alice’s hand, warm and steady, but her gaze was too intent, like she was steering Alice somewhere. “There’s a pep rally tonight in the gym. Come with me. It’ll be fun, just us, cheering in the crowd. You need a break from all this.”

It was a display room, Aislen realized, looking around, with six different camper models parked at angle on patches of false grass, complete with camp-chairs, BBQs, and bubble tents to give would-be-buyers the full appreciation of what they were spending their money on. Beyond the display room, was a workshop where modifications and repairs would have been made, and optional accessories had been stored. Now the worktables were being used by Leighton, Meguitte and Connery for their spell-making. All three looked up as the group entered, and Meguitte’s expression blanked in shock and then beamed with her smile as she set down what she had been doing and walked over to take Delwyn’s hands in he

"On here, there seemed to be nothing wrong with it. But out there…it is cut off." The bowl of shredded meat in it, dropped to the ground and capsized. What a scary thing to say. "I don't know what you are telling me, Whadh." "Yeah. I don't know either. Why would there be a cock here and not out there?" He seemed so serious to not believe him. But why would I believe that when I did see his dick when he came with me to Kentha? Whadh was the healthiest that I know. So… "After leaving you at the market and returning home to first pack, that was when one of the assigned pack leaders from the other packs, cut it off with a knife."

"And I'm curious. Where did you get the money for Isla's moonstone robe?" The other end went silent. "That robe needed twelve flawless moonstones, fifty thousand dollars each," I continued. "Given the Silver Moon Pack's finances, where did that money come from?" Silence. "Let me guess." My voice grew colder. "You used the pack's emergency reserve of magic crystals, didn't you? The ones meant to maintain the territory's defenses in a crisis?" "I..." "You emptied the pack's entire emergency fund to make a fancy dress for your lover," I said, giving him no room to argue. "Now the ritual has failed, the reserves are gone, and you want me to come back and clean up your mess?"

Alpha Jake stepped out…The Moon Howl Pack’s Alpha is from the western territory, just three hours away. He was dressed in a tailored jet-black suit, gold cufflinks gleaming under the sun, and a matching watch that screamed money. His hair was cropped close, his shoes polished to perfection. Every movement of his radiated power and control. Ma and Pa bowed their heads slightly, welcoming him. Then one of the maids was sent to lead him into the meeting hall. I couldn’t help but stare. He was even more handsome in person…dark skin, broad chest, a few undone buttons revealing just enough to make my face warm. The faintest trail of hair led down his chest and disappeared beneath his shirt.

Nolan’s POV It’s been four months since we arrived at the last pack, deep in the northern forests, far from other settlements. The world outside changed, but here we’re rebuilding. The last pack—once the last surviving group after the attacks and poisoned water—now rests under a council’s rule. Around the old wooden table, Emily squeezed my hand under it. I smiled. She clings to me lately, and I don’t mind. I don’t get her insecurity. The last pack is now led by a council: me, Emily, Hunter, Salem, Domus, Kaden, and Liam.

She still treated me like her son. After a quick shower, I drove by the Gnaw Bone gas station around 5:30 to pick up a 24-pack. When I walked in, I saw one of the Howlers sweet butts, Stella, behind the cash register. I didn't particularly like calling them sweet butts, though the girls didn't seem to mind. It was an MC thing, like calling wives and girlfriends old ladies. Like most MCs, the sweet butts would never be club members. They were she-wolves that hung around the clubhouse and sometimes slept with the guys in hopes that they'd one day be mated to a Howler.

“If you do have to come for her… don’t just keep her alive.” I frown. “Meaning?” “Give her a pack,” he says. “A real one.” I glance out the window again at my men, my family. “I can do that.” “I know,” Fang replies. “That’s why I called you.” The call ends not long after that. I lower the phone slowly, my reflection staring back at me in the dark glass of the window. The wolf beneath my skin is restless now, pacing hard, insistent. Somewhere out there is a woman who doesn’t know her world is about to burn.

“Arrogant and prideful as always and decided to show off what you knew with that f-king Secret Keeper poem.” “When you came back to Havermouth, we had another chance, because of the agreement with the pack,” Cameron said hastily trying to smooth things over. “Heath, ease up on the wine. You’re an angry drunk." "The agreement with the pack that Heath spoke about with Abigail," Aislen looked at Heath. The wine was not helping to make the story coherent, she thought, though it had certainly helped to loosen their tongues.

“I do not want to get married to him, but I also do not believe you, an outsider, could do anything to stop it. Thank you for the thoughtfulness.” Calian shrugged and turned away as he began to exit the lake the way he came in. “Seeing is believing, I get it. As a prepayment, I’ll take something of yours.” “Something of mine?” He reached the shore and pulled his shirt back on. “Yes, something of yours.” Peeking over at me, a sly smile formed on his face as he bent over my clothes and retrieved my panties again. “I’ll take this.” “Wait!” I shouted.