Mike The Situation Audiobook Novels & Stories

He growled in anger, making the two men look down. “Keep this information a secret. Don’t let anyone know about Lara’s past.” Mike warned his subordinates. He didn’t want anyone to underestimate Lara. But knowing that Lara was being treated badly made him even more emotional. It felt like the anger in his body was about to explode. “Where is she now?” Mike asked Evan after their conversation was over. “She’s in your library, sir,” Evan replied as he followed Mike’s lead. “No need to follow me.” *** “After you become our alpha wife, you need to learn about Alpha Mike’s family tree.” Lily put a mountain of books on the table. “And we still have a lot to learn.” Lily said. She was the butler, w

“I’ve just... had a weird week.” Mike showed up five minutes later, designer sunglasses, black coat, and a dramatic sigh. “Remind me why I came back to this frozen hellhole.” “Because you love us,” Ava and I said in unison. We found a table and ordered coffee and soon we were catching up on everything—the farm, Ava’s dad being suspicious about her having a boyfriend, Mike’s fight with his older brother over their family’s business. I laughed, I nodded, I even told them about my cousin Dani. But I didn’t mention Adrian.

And finally, he cut this unsettling silence, his voice sounding serious, so serious that I shivered, “The night is over.” Ambrose slaps Kevin upside the head as if he’s a brat who’s ruined everything. But everyone remains seated, apparently stunned, perhaps thinking it’s a joke or something. I run my hand over my face, feeling my chest sink. Damn... why now? Why like this? Things aren’t going the way I planned... “GET OUT NOW!” Mike shouts, but it’s not an angry one... It’s an order.

As soon as I was seated safely at the backseat of Mike's truck, I heaved a sigh of relief. All the time we drove home, Mike kept talking to me but I didn't respond. He soon stopped talking and stared at me occasionally instead. He wondered what was wrong with me as the men didn't give him details about what happened. I mean, as soon as he came, I was quick to tell him to get us out of there. He was struggling with the men and I was struggling with his hands.

“Sit down first and take a breath. I think your head is going to explode if you don’t stop for a moment.” Mike quickly takes a seat right in front of my desk. However, he doesn’t calm down. Instead, he slides to the edge of the seat and chimes, “Caleb has been following me. He has interrupted me twice this week while I have been on runs. I think he knows something.” Well, if Caleb is following Mike, he is following Mike right now. Dang it. Mike came running straight to me. If that isn’t a big sign, I don’t know what is.

Playing with my senses. The ride down the root got more intense, and I found myself looking at his broad back. It was so big, bigger than I thought. I’ve never seen Ian’s broad back, but I had a feeling Mike was bigger than he was. Mike had ignored me as usual, without a single care of the world. I wanted nothing more than for him to talk. I respected his silence on the matter, and somehow, I believed that he wasn’t at fault. Mike was target to the hunters. He must have been known by them. I understood the urge to have a middle ground, and the last say in this situation. What I didn’t understand was Ian. What did he have with that man that made him run the way he had done. I’ve been tryin

Mike's point of View Mike walked back and forth on the chilly concrete, growing increasingly impatient. He had already put in hours attempting to extract information from Uncle Nick, but all efforts were unsuccessful. He felt overwhelmed by the silence and realized he couldn't deal with it by himself anymore. Mike took out his phone and quickly decided to involve his brothers, without much hesitation. Leo and Ryan were the only ones who could assist him in reaching Nick. He let out a sigh before initiating a video call, and shortly after, Leo's face showed up, then Ryan's. Both of them had serious expressions on their faces and appeared to understand the gravity of Mike's impending words.

“If innocent means corrupting my son with your schemes, then sure. Innocent as a wolf in a henhouse.” Mike’s grin softens, and for a brief, blissful moment, everything feels easy, uncomplicated. We’re just three people sharing stories, laughing about old mishaps. No DNA tests, no questions of bloodlines or betrayal. Just… family. Paul clears his throat, leaning back with a smirk. “Remember the time he tried to run away?” Mike groans, slumping in his seat. “Oh no, not this story.” I lean in, smirking. “Oh yes. Let’s talk about how you packed an entire suitcase with nothing but comic books and Oreos and decided you were off to ‘live life on the open road.’”

Gulping his own saliva, Mike resolves himself about what will happen to him. He who doesn't have the knowledge about the present world will lead him to his fate. From questioning meat to questioning his life. Mike regretted complaining about something he shouldn't say to him. "Let me asks you again..." *Badump* "What... Are you?" -----------------

Tara A strange sound cleaves the heavy silence of the library — a sharp, broken laugh, which surprises even me. It transforms into a rictus I feel on my lips without having commanded it. "A conversation? Is that what you call it?" says Mike, retreating behind his armchair, making a barrier of leather and wood between us. His gaze is slimy, shifting from terror to desperate provocation. It's the trap of the cornered rat. "It's the beginning, Mike. The beginning of the end of our lies."