Novel & Cerita Micah Parsons

Everyone whispered about the Alpha heir’s return—their future leader, the pride of Blue Moon Pack. And my mate. My palms were damp as I stood near the front, the same place we’d said goodbye three years ago. Back then, he’d promised to come back stronger, better—for us. I’d held onto those words like a vow written in my bones. Then the sound of engines rolled through the trees. A sleek black SUV pulled up, tires crunching against gravel. My heart leapt to my throat. Micah stepped out first. He looked… different. Taller, broader, with the kind of presence that made everyone lower their heads without thinking. His dark hair was shorter now, the rough edges of his jaw sharper, more commanding.

Micah POV. My name is the boy with trust issues, I mean Micah, Micah Blackthorn, I'm the alpha's only son, I'm his heir and the one in charge after him, I'm twenty-one years old, my birthday was last week, I just turned of age, the one where you're an adult, where more responsibilities get thrown your way and you're left to figure it out.

Micah had become a 19 year old, not that skinny boy he was when I fell in love with his mother, and he was getting more of my attention because of the wrong things. It was a late evening for confessions, and Micah had stayed behind. Told him it was just to wait for him to have done the confessions so we could head home. But the curiosity got the better of me finally. I moved in close to the confession chambers just enough to hear Micah confessing his sins. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession," he began. After a pause, he went on to say, "I have watched p**n. Bad stuff. Men touching. It makes me hard, and I stroke myself."

I prepared myself for their attack. I don't want to die! I will never let them touch me! "Oh wow, you are right. I never saw an outsider for a long time," "He does have a handsome face despite his ferocious look," the other one commented. They walked towards me. I saw them gasp when they saw my real situation. Why the hell I can't move? I feel so numb! "He is still a young man. I think around twenty plus. And yes, he is so good-looking, huh?"

I'm just finishing sending off the text when Sophie, the receptionist, comes to fetch me. "Miss Fiona, Mr. Micah is here to see you." I brace myself as I step outside, mentally preparing for the confrontation I anticipate. Micah leans against his car, exuding an effortless confidence. He wears a black shirt that clings to his sculpted frame, sleeves casually rolled up, and his wild, untamed dark curls are tousled by the wind. He stands there like a predator, all sharp angles and rippling muscles, as if he's patiently waiting for his prey.

*** Micah watch from his phone the news of the hour about Mack securities set ablaze by some unknown person,he wipe the sweat off his face,he couldn't believe all of this was happening today. "President" Micah lift his gaze from his phone,The Major general beam "She's out,I hope my job is done" "I appreciate all you did, especially for coming over,thank you" Micah shake hands with him. " It's nothing president, I'll leave and please do inform sir the hearing is on Monday,foy won't get out we assure you" " No problem sir, thanks"Micah smile for the first time in hours,the major general left and Jamie was out accompanied by some officer.

Micah stared at me with a blank look, and I blinked, unsure if I had said something I shouldn’t; however, his shoulders slumped as he breathed out. “Every day of my life. He was my stronghold, and I would forever curse the law that demanded his life be taken so I could reign. I would have needed his guidance now more than ever.” “I am sorry about that,” I whispered, reaching out to hold him, and the spark thrummed between us. “I am sure he is looking down at you and is very proud of the person you have become.” “I would only hope so.” He whispered, squeezing my hands. “What about you? How was your life back in the pack?”

Right now, she was still in the hospital. “I also want you to understand I don’t want a wife. All I want out of this is a child. Are you able to understand that?” This was another shocking thing that Micah said. Why did he keep saying things that ended up shocking me to my very core? A mix of shame and fascination stirred inside me, but I kept my voice steady. “I understand. I have no expectations beyond what we agreed upon.” He smiled. Whenever he smiled, I felt this warmth start to stir within me.

“No, no, boss, I don’t want the money. Just spare my legs. I—I have another plan. I can make an arrangement with one of the doctors inside the hospital. How about that?” I nodded. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. You’re actually smart, but if the plan fails, I will break your legs! Understand? And make sure to tell them to put you in the same room as Ethan Miller.” “Yes, boss,” Micah responded as he ran off to the hospital. A few minutes later, he came back again. Two nurses followed behind him with a wheelchair. When they saw me, they were shocked. “It’s Mr. Richard Anderson, the richest man in America!” one of the nurses screamed in excitement. I gestured for her to keep quiet and carr