Messiah Harris Novels & Stories

His sharp eyes stayed locked on Kylie. “He is Assistant Hansel Brown,” Kylie said carefully, her lips curving into a small smile. “Assistant to Mr. Damian Alexander, president of the Alexander Group.” Harris’s jaw dropped. ‘Does she… really know who this man is?’ Brown’s faint, victorious smile was the final blow, sending Harris’s temper spiraling. “What?! So you know who he is, and you’re still sitting here on a date with him?” ***

I sighed, losing my last bit of pride left as I explained to my best friend how weak I truly am. Mabel was silent for awhile and I thought she gave up on me too, but I guess I was wrong, "Lily Shaw!" Her voice boomed in my head, causing me to cringe a little from the use of my full name. "I have information for you and you will do nothing but listen," She demanded, her voice getting hard. I didn't answer and I guess she took that as me accepting her conditions. "Alpha Denver, Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, 20-year-old, is your mate!" She sang and I rolled my eyes.

Clinton smiled spontaneously, focusing again on the data on the screen. Harris didn't take much notice of Clinton's anomaly, leaning his chin on his phone screen. Harris is being manipulated by the devil and opened the dating site yesterday. Harris then clicked on Mr.R's profile picture, which showed a beautiful, elongated hand holding a glass of wine. This photo is stolen, without a good angle, but still used by Mr.R. Last night, Harris was stroked and loved countless times by that beautiful hand. The blood in Harris's body rushed to his brain, and he forced himself to calm down. After five minutes, Harris clicked into the dialog box, and inside there was still a message containing the loca

Be prepared. Message sent. Mr. Harris stared at the screen for a moment longer. Then deleted the conversation history. For the first time in years, he had taken a step that wasn't fully aligned with Daniel Blackwood. And he knew that after this, there would be no turning back.

Harris leaned forward and pressed his lips to Atticus', holding them there for a moment before pulling back. "I know you would," Harris said and the larger Alpha's heart swelled. Those words told Atticus so much. It told Atticus that Harris believed his words when he told him how much he loved him. Atticus pressed his lips to Harris' and smiled before turning to continue walking down the stairs. Harris braced himself to see his people. He wasn't sure how they would respond to him. After all, he let them down. 213 people died under his watch as their Alpha.

The captain's voice grew quieter, more strained, as he delivered the blow that made my world tilt sideways, "Only one officer made it back, barely alive, and he said Harris had turned on them, opened fire on his own people like they meant nothing to him." I was speechless, staring at Hawke while a thousand thoughts swirled through my head like a tornado of confusion and disbelief. Nothing made sense, the pieces of information I'd gathered from Cassien and Elias not fitting together with what I was hearing now. Cassien had mentioned that Harris was an apostle, but I still wasn't sure what that meant or why it connected to the massacre of police officers. I was struggling to connect the dots,