Mick West Novels & Stories

West POV As we entered the lair, the Moonlight pack members rose to their feet, their faces a testament to the respect they held for us. Beta Sage, Elder Lucius, and Liam were already seated, their eyes fixed on us with interest. Alpha Lucan, a towering figure with a firm handshake, stepped forward. "Alpha West, it's great to see you again," he said, his voice booming through the room.

He took it for granted and made a fool of me Nicklaus Michaelson was the only man out of all the men I know, he was the only one that ever treated me right, back then I use to hate him for he was greater and richer than Xavier in the business world, I was in desperate to see Xavier win thinking he would continue to love me like he uses to

“Better shut your fucking mouth unless you want to lose a kidney along with that spleen.” Mick laughs. “Touch me one time and see what happens.” He turns to me, completely unconcerned for his welfare. I’m guessing he’s on some pretty powerful drugs right now. Either that, or he’s secure in the idea that Rebel will personally pound Colin into the dirt if he so much as lays a finger on Mick. “He’s right, though,” Mick continues. “Let’s go get a beer and you can tell us all about it.” “It’s not even lunch time,” I say, following Mick over to the red mustang parked on the back side of the lot.

"I'm Lauren and Candy calls me Aunt Lauren." Candy and Lauren introduced themselves. "Oh. My father's name is Mick Wheatly," Candy said. "Mick Wheatly?" Severin was stunned upon hearing the name. He let out a wry smile. "Why Mick?" "Is there a problem with the name Mick?" Lauren asked curiously. "Oh, nothing!" Severin smiled embarrassingly. The name Mick reminded him of a cartoon character in the form of a rodent and coincidentally, Mick was the Hall Master of Mus Hall. Thus, the question.

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

Mariah POV The music was soft, the kind that was supposed to lift spirits but only made the air heavier. The packhouse smelled like food and faint cologne, and laughter drifted from the main room, but I could feel the hollowness under it all. This wasn’t really a party. It was a performance. A celebration “for Nick and Josh” — to cheer them up after my supposed death. Wolves raised glasses and gave sympathetic smiles, clapping the future Alpha and Beta on the back like they hadn’t just buried a piece of themselves.

he turned back to the pot, "what kind of dress do you have in mind?" "Anything light blue is fine really." "When's the prom?" he asked as he served our plates of pasta and sauce. "It's in two weeks." I replied, twirling the pasta in my fork and pushing it into my mouth He chewed his food and swallowed hard, "You know I never went to my high school prom." he commented. "Really?" I blurted. He chuckled, "Yeah, I started getting into trouble in my senior year and a few days before prom, I got into a fight, as a disciplinary action, I was ordered not to come to prom, and quite frankly, I had better things to do."

Alpha Wyatt, an eavesdropper, who knew? “When you say things in that deep sexy voice of yours, how could I decline?” I smiled, I didn’t care who was around, maybe the heat is still lingering because sure enough, I feel the heat between my thighs, throbbing, aching, needing his touch and I want to jump his bones all over again. “Who’s the minx now?!” Mia perked up, she loved being around Cobalt. “You are Mia, I won’t act on it right now, I can suppress my urges, can you?” I smile, everyone watching me, knowing I was talking to my wolf.

Reid turns to me, his eyes sympathetic. I try not to ask him about Annalise often. It was awkward enough when she joined his pack after she left me for her fated mate- a guy from Stillwater named Wes. I’ve only seen her a few times since then, and each time it has taken me by surprise how much she still affects me; how fucking painful it still is to come face to face with what I lost. You’d think my heart would’ve healed by now, but apparently there’s just a gaping fucking wound where it once was. Because she tore it out and stomped all over it.

He ordered. I don’t know who died and made him the boss of me? What gave him the right to order me around? It made me furious, but again, I shouldn’t be surprised. Cain Cadell was known to treat witches like servants, and when they didn’t do his beddings, he killed them. Usually, in the most gruesome ways ever. I just want this night to be over with. I thought to myself, then said, “Just bring a shovel.” He gave me a Cheshire grin and nodded his head. The car ride was engulfed in a tense silence. He gave me a side glance, as we neared the cemetery, “How long have you lived in Midwick?” He asked out of the blue.