Mike Wheeler Season 2 Novels & Stories

“Hell, I almost didn’t see you either. Not until you decided to run out in the middle of the road and play chicken with my truck.” His words make my face heat up. “Sorry about that. I was getting desperate.” “Ah, it’s nothing.” Mike continues to drive in silence, and Jake is just as quiet, too. Not that I mind; I’m just happy to be somewhere warm and safe. Soon, I’ll be able to call Karl and get out of this whole mess. I’ll be back in my bed soon enough. But, as the truck continues down the snow-covered road, I can’t help but feel a sense of unease. Mike passes by an exit to the highway that would lead us to the nearest town, but he flies right past it.

His wolf reacted to his mate and Mike looked away quickly, closed his eyes and rested his head against the car seat. “Don’t do anything stupid, we made it this far, “ He reminded himself when he heard the door open and Killian got in. “Let’s go. “ It was all Killian said and Mike drove. They were finally alone, for the first time in days. Mike and Killian were silent for a while. A hundred things were spinning in Mike’s head but he couldn’t voice them. He just kept his eyes glued to the empty road ahead and the yellow line that was running through the middle of the asphalt.

Mike was awake. LMCD22

He had never seen Lucas acting so weird for a woman. "Damn it!" Mike cursed fiercely. He glanced at the phone in the mattress, picked it up, and texted Lucas: "Just stop! Don't let yourself become the second me!" Lucas was waiting at the traffic light. He saw the text and sneered, muttering, "Stop? This hunting game is just getting more fun. Why would I stop?" As for Mike's last sentence warning him, he didn't take it seriously at all.

“Mike you’re insane!” “We ain’t done yet, Rusty,” Mike exhales, giving his younger co-pilot a small grin of encouragement before turning to refocus his attention on a pin prick of light at the end of the dark tunnel. “Let’s hope the bastards think that the last one got us. Hold on,” the tough old soldier calls back, “This tunnel gets real skinny. I never brought a copter but don’t worry Alpha, Luna,” his words are deep, solemn, part promise, part prayer as he swears, “I’ll get you there.”

"I'm coming back! I'll be back in L.A. tonight. Damn, I'm sorry, Shane. Is she going to live?" "I don't know. I haven't gone to the hospital, yet." "If you do, don't drive yourself. This is too emotional a time to do that. Damn! Let me get back. I'll be there as fast as I can without getting arrested for flying low." "Yeah." He hung up. When Mike left the hotel in the night he had a quarter tank of gas. He filled up in Barstow and paid with his credit card. After talking to Shane Mike gassed again and headed home.

Mike was in his car and waiting impatiently at a red light. He put on his bluetooth earphones and called Avery, but nobody was answering. He tried calling the bodyguard, but there was no answer either. Mike was a nervous wreck. He called Chad and got an answer right away. "Avery is insane! She was just throwing her guts up this morning but went and looked for Wanda Tate the second I left for work!" Mike said through gritted teeth. "I can't reach her or her bodyguard right now! Traffic won't f*cking move!"

“I’m not only risking my life, “ he thought, “I’m risking Flynn’s too. “ He had to do something. For starters, be thankful for getting back in his room and not ruining everything. But above all, Mike had to make himself not do anything in the next few hours. And since the effects of the whiskey were going to fade out pretty soon, they had in fact started to, Mike finished the bottle, placed it on the night stands and decided to go for a run. Perhaps shifting wasn’t the best idea, but he was ready to try it, once he was far from the city and away from people. He was going to have time to come back before sunrise. Mike glanced around the room before he left and headed to the door. He pressed t

He growls as he swings his fist forward but misses his target, and his fist goes through the wall. The Alpha grunts when he feels the first guard die but barely flinches when he feels the next one die. Coal never left. He turned around and drove down the road until he was out of sight, and then he pulled off on the side of the road to wait. Since Mike was so close, he volunteered to bring a team and wait with him in case they needed to go in sooner. His father and pops were on their way with Tate, Grayson, and four teams.

"Think about it tonight, Sheila. Your conscience... or your mother's life. Make the right choice." He drove away, tires squealing, leaving her trembling in the darkness. --- Mike drove too fast, his calm facade cracking with every mile. He slammed his fist on the steering wheel, the pain barely registering through his rage. "Fuck!" Years of planning. Everything was perfect. Eve was supposed to stay dead. The evidence was destroyed. Jennifer was silenced. And now Sheila, stupid emotional Sheila, was going to throw it all away. How did it all fall apart? His phone rang, unknown number flashing on the screen. He almost didn't answer, but something made him pick up. "Hello?"