Mick Rory Romane & Geschichten

Eva led him through the first door into a small room, which contained a desk, two chairs, and a single occupant. Leo studied the successor to the Rogue King. Rory was unassuming in every way. He had mouse brown hair, light tan skin, and dull greenish brown eyes. He wore a worn flannel shirt and blue jeans. He smelled faintly of smoke and concrete dust. He could have been any wolf from any pack. “So,” Rory said, hitching his hip up on the desk and crossing his arms. “You're the bastard who murdered my father.” Leo blinked. “Well. That's certainly a unique greeting,” he said. “Most people call me Leo.”

He chuckles, "Oh, but you are. “How? How come I'm being forced into this? "The only person Rory cares about is you. Let me give you a brief description of Rory: he lacks fear. He will pass away contently because he never feared that man. The only way to win over a guy like that is by appealing to his passions; before his parents passed away, it was you. He stares at the house as he speaks, so I click the buttons. I have a brief window of time to make the call. He turns back to stare at me as I swipe the red bar as soon as it appears and tuck my hand behind my back.

I ask playfully. He shoots me a sideways glance. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see, princess.” A smirk tugs at his lips. I’m starting to learn that there are a few different versions of Brock. There’s this one- my personal favorite. The one that’s sarcastic and snarky. The one who likes to play and laugh. Then there’s the broody guy that shuts down. The intense one. The one who is so crippled by his past that he can’t move into the future. And then there’s the one that’s completely devoid of emotion, like a goddamn robot. All business all the time. That last one scares me a little. He’s hard and ruthless- I feel like he could watch the life drain from someone’s eyes without flinching.

< Rory > I was thrown off by the sudden presence of someone in my room. I looked at him and hissed. ‘’Don’t walk into my room like that. Knock.’’ He said nothing. He walked around the room in circles, like a predator going in for the kill. ‘’What’s your game here, Rory? I get back from leave and i heard you sacked all the staff.’’ ‘’I can do what I want, Mikel. I know my place. It seems you don’t.’’

Mick, ignoring the suggestion, continued with fury in his eyes, "The monstrous brute who murdered my newly wedded Luna serves your sister, Her Highness Leah! Where is Leah? I need to confront her! She must be held accountable!" Rory stepped forward, calmly asserting, "Alpha Mick, you've heard His Highness. You must calm down and leave." In a fit of rage, Mick shoved Rory away, sending him sprawling to the ground. Rory, taken by surprise, couldn't react in time. Mick's voice rose again, "Your Highness! I demand to see Leah! She must answer for..."

They're both hotheads, but they both care about each other deeply. Rory has been coming to the gym with me every day. I was happy to be training with someone I trusted completely. She has been in a funk mostly because Josh wasn't getting any better. At least he wasn't getting any worse. Slick has been helping us with shooting whenever he could. He's been busy trying to find where Matteo had been hiding out. I'd only really seen him three times in the past couple weeks. Rory would push Slick whenever she could for information- much to my surprise he never let anything slip.

He is the nosiest person in the building and likes being informed about all that is happening. When Cindy typed in Mick’s name, I was a little disappointed that he didn’t come up. There was another Mick, and two Macks, but not a Mick Carver. He had a very distinct profile, a clear thirst-trap to get more female followers. I may have looked him up a time or two, but never followed him either. I don't know why I'm even getting annoyed. “What are you both doing?” Mick walked back into the room carrying three steaming cups of coffee. “Did you get it figured out?”

Rory cried hard and fell to the ground, weeping in a heap by my feet. I was startled and tried to get him to leave. However, he hugged my legs and refused to let go of me. I thought that he must have gone crazy in the head, so I exclaimed, "If you don't leave now, I'm calling the police!" Rory then yelled at me, "What else do you want me to do? I've already been punished enough! Must I die before you're finally happy with the outcome?"

I managed to restrain my expression of disgust, but nodded in acceptance "Yes," Rory removed his clothing, revealing his toned, muscular body. His body was long and tall, while his chest and arms were sculpted well with his muscular form. As my eyes dropped, I could already see the size of his dick enlarging as he became aroused, it twitched as he neared me.

Rory’s POV “Wait!” came a voice behind me that I didn’t recognize. I turned and saw a man dressed in a sharp suit doing his best to keep up with me. I slowed down and looked at him. “Who are you? What do you want?” I asked, holding up my small can of mace. The man held his hands up in surrender. “Hold up, my name is Ben. I work for Mr. McFarlan as a bodyguard. He sent me to protect you, something about a school stalker. You are Ms. Rory Hill, aren’t you?” he asked.