Mccall Pack Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Ava dropped to her knees, begging, "Please! Mr. Potter, save me!" John looked at her with disgust and pushed her aside with his cane. "Do you even know what happened while you were busy doing nothing for the family? "Ever since May left, the animals have been on edge. There have been multiple attacks. The news is a mess, and Potter Corp's stock has hit the floor one too many times! "Didn't you say Ava had the same bone flute and could calm the animals? Well, today's the zoo's anniversary. You better prove yourself."

This chip is the most advanced technology in the alternative for devices to store information which we can see in the invisible screen in front of our eyes. Emma takes a look. "There's a lot of submissions for this week. But I have shortlisted a few that I thought could be urgent. Dark Shadow pack's Alpha Mayer, chief councillor Robert and then the Alpha king of Nightflang pack, Alpha Archer'' My entire body ices on the spot, my breath catching in my throat. A knot forms inside my stomach as I hear the name. Archer. Archer. Archer. "What did you say?" my voice barely comes out.

“For your pockets so that you can reload if you need to.” “They’re going to pull down my pants,” Aislen scowled as they were heavy. “Tighten them,” Heath pointed out. “Easy for you to say. You don’t have a watermelon that objects to pressure being put on it by trying to stick its foot out your vagina,” she replied, but put the magazines into a cargo pocket, one on each side. “Now what?” “Now I get changed,” Talen picked up an armful of clothing. “And armed and see where Connery and Meguitte are.”