Mike Wheeler Season 2 Novels & Stories

I feel Mike smile against my shoulder as the four wheeler slows and eventually pulls to a stop. “Come on, Kitten,” Mike says, lifting me off of the four wheeler by the waist. He flicks the four wheeler off, then climbs down himself. Pulling me into a searingly hot kiss, he whispers against my lips, “I’ve got plans for you.”

They finally had her back. Mike, in the passenger seat, glanced into the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of her bowed head. A weight he didn’t even realize he carried lifted from his chest. The months of searching, interrogating, and chasing shadows were finally over. But as his relief faded, questions clawed their way to the surface. “Why did you want to stay with him?” Mike asked, his voice sharp as he broke the silence. His gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, though his tone made it clear he expected an answer.

Ada’s chest relaxed, his massive frame sinking slightly before he returned to the leather seat. "Don't even let your scouts dream of driving your sleds into the Skydrivee drifts to track his clinic. You will only trigger an aggressive defensive reaction from his wolf if you push his boundary right now," Mike warned, leaning his weight against the window frame to look inside. "If your conscience is burning too hot and your wolf can't wait out the winter, at least test his frequency on the shortwave first! Who knows? His receiver might actually accept the transmission." Once the words cleared his mouth, Mike slammed the heavy door shut for the Alpha. The massive black machine gunned its engine

Zip tying my wrists together, Mike said to the others, “Be ready to leave as soon as he gets back. Blue Crescent is on our tail.” As if on cue, Mike’s dad climbed inside. He didn’t have a scratch on him. Even where I had hit him with rocks had healed over. “Go,” Mike’s dad said in a gruff command, hitting the side of the van. The engine rumbled to life and jolted into motion. Again, pain raced up my arm when I bumped into Mike. I flinched, expecting him to hit me or at least say something nasty, but he didn’t even glance in my direction. His eyes stayed on his dad.

I can only stare in horror as the seconds tick by, waiting for the announcement that Treasure has been eliminated. My chest is heaving. My hands are shaking. I've never hated anyone more than I hate Mike in this moment. He did it. After everything, he actually did it. He eliminated her. Seconds pass. Then more seconds. The announcer doesn't speak. Wait. The whistle doesn't blow. What's happening? Treasure, still on her knees, slowly lifts her head. She looks around, confused, hopeful. Then understanding dawns on her face. Mike was already eliminated. His tag doesn't count.

“ Wait for a god damn second man,” Mike went to stand but Cain’s growl had him plop his ass back on his chair. If this was Robin impersonating Mike then he was too perfect, a little too perfect but then again, that man was no novice either, he wouldn’t have tried to sneak in their territory unprepared now, would he?

"Mom! Mom! Don't leave me. Please wake up! Wake up! Chelsey was holding her mother's chest, hoping to prevent the blood from coming out from it. Carter drove so fast, heading to the nearest hospital. He only instructed the hired killers to harm his stepmother, Carina but not to kill her. His father was unconscious as well. He cried, thinking about his father's health. He was not yet ready to lose his father. He wiped off his tears and tried to ignore the pain of his wounded arm. Chelsey saw her brother and she cried as well. She knew that her brother was wounded and yet still trying to drive for their parents. "Carter I love you," Chelsey told her brother. Carter smiled at her. He felt value

Or I should say, his true mate was me. Wyatt and Ford also explain to me that since I have found my second mate, the connection between Mike and me has been cut. I won’t feel anything towards Mike, which is exactly what I felt when I saw him yesterday. There is nothing. The same can’t be said for Mike, however. Both Wyatt and Ford could see that Mike has been confused and when they look into his mind, they both notice Mike couldn’t stop looking at me and thinking about me. It isn’t like it would have been if I didn’t find my second mate, but there is still a slight interest. That is all I can call it, is an interest.

Butterflies danced an Irish jig inside his stomach as he wateched Xavier and Sierra enter teh warehouse, unarmed. "Check one...testing...testing." He was speaking into his sleeve, where the hidden mic was. He hoped that the reception was good inside the warehouse. "Hear you loud and clear." Sierra nervously replied. Good, at least they had communication! Mack thought to himself as nerves were riding high with anticipation, until he saw a car pull up to the warehouse about twenty minues later. "Does Dwight drive a silver Mazda RX-7?" He asked as he sat up a little to get a better look.

Her wolf stirred, claws itching to break free. “They’re getting closer every week,” Mike continued, his broad shoulders hunching slightly, a mountain worn by time. “Two scouts, maybe three. Lila tracked their scent to the ridge, but they slipped away.” He paused, letting the weight settle, his gaze sweeping the crowd. “We can’t let them think we’re weak.”