Milo Manheim Zed Novels & Stories

"You don’t have to pretend to like me. I’m used to it already." "Pretend?" Thalia tugs on her shoulders, partially hugging her. "Dear, I’m not plastic." "She’s right. She’s a total blunt," her mate commented in a serious tone, earning him a glare. She looked at Zed’s features curiously. He was as stalwart as the beta, considering he’s the gamma. His brown hair was cut short, and a long scar was visible from his right ear down to his neck. He also has a look that can make a girl swoon. His brown eyes stared at his mate lovingly.

Alpha Zedex "Alpha Zedex!" Beta Mogan's voice cut through the air. I couldn't respond because my mouth was still locked with Camila's. Mogan, being the sharp-minded wolf, dismounted from his horse and approached our carriage. "Shit! He can't see me like this," my mind pounded. Immediately, I struck the pressure point on her neck with my hand. Her body went limp as she weakly released me and collapsed, her back hitting against the wooden carriage bed.

The third didn’t even get to raise his gun before Zed’s bullet tore through his chest, and he dropped dead, blood pooling out. Three shots. Three kills. No hesitation. Zed stood there, chest rising calmly, smoke curling from his gun. He turned his head slowly, eyes meeting mine with a smirk that sliced open my pride. He blew the smoke from the gun barrel. “Touch a hair on her head,” he said, voice soft, deadly, “and I will bring down your entire empire.” He stepped closer, eyes sharper than I’d ever seen. “I am Zed Black.” Then he walked past me, brushing my shoulder as if I was nothing but a shadow.

Meanwhile, back at Leo's mansion , a man walked in while Leo was practising some of his spells. "Leo?" the man disrupted the peaceful moment of practising. He moved towards the house but Leo was quick to block him out with a spell. "Who sent you?"his eyes sparked green. "I mean no harm. Dango has sent me from Mellisa to assist you."the man replied. "Dango?"Leo arched his brows in confusion. If at all Dango would send someone, he would have been pre-informed. "I'm Zedanne" "Dango sent you?"

The red-haired woman noticed Mia first and nudged at Zayne, whispering something to him, to which he turned immediately, and on seeing Mia, he straightened up. "Mum," Matteo tugged at my palm, "That's him!" The excitement was in his voice, although it was hushed, "His name is Milo," Mia stopped before Zayne, and we could all notice the big smile on her face. "Not Milo." Nico's grit was in his voice, understandable. Zayne had walked him out when he needed him the most, and now his daughter looked at this same man like he was the center of her universe. Zayne scratched the back of his neck.

“Resident menace. Semi-professional morale support. I also juggle if the room gets tense.” “Do not juggle,” the same scarred guard said, appearing behind him like the stern footnote to Milo’s chaos. Angles and scars, eyes the color of wolf fur before snow. Broad, steady. Guard, not king. “Jarek.” He didn’t tap his chest. He didn’t need to. “Outer guard.” “Zoey,” I offered, lifting a hand. “Human. Recent storm enthusiast.” “Human,” Milo repeated brightly, like a tour guide checking me off a list. “We don’t get many. Well—any.”

-Lindy I'm on my way to Nando's. -Lindy I smiled as I see a bunch of her messages. I know she was as excited as me. I wonder if I am wearing id okay or if it is not so flashy. I don’t want to disappoint her or to think that I want to impress her with my looks just because I am Milo Beckett from Spitfire Strip. OMW to Nando's baby. -Mill I fixed the collar of my top and raked my fingers through my hair and was about to leave when the lads came in and decided to stop me from leaving.

He was a good warrior, but a shit dad. The sounds of clapping around me bring me back to the main hall, looking up I see Alpha Zac motioning for me as he holds a silver dagger. Shit, my turn already. I smile and make my way to the podium he is standing at. “Isa will be joining the ranks as a warrior. We are excited to add her to the patrols and at training, teaching her our styles and learning moves she can offer.” “I, Alpha Zac of the Clear Creek pack, hear by joining you, Isla Miller, by blood oath”. He slices his palm, blood drips down into a goblet. He hands me the knife,

he stretched out his hand for a handshake. Milo’s head lifted, his eyes on me, a silent question of trust. I nodded with a smile on my face, I wasn’t going to push him, he had to be the one who would choose if he wanted to be friends with Nevan. A greater part of me begged, prayed that they were friends. He grinned, “I am Milo, heard you like Legos.”

I spin toward the entryway to find the door open and a tall, broad-shouldered man steps into the dungeon, his presence instantly altering the dynamic of the space. He carries himself with the same absolute authority as Ryder, but there is a playful edge to his voice. “Lila, this is Zane,” Ryder says. “He is a senior Dominant here at The Red Room, and he specializes in multi-partner dynamics.” Panic flares in the center of my chest, my hands dropping to my sides as I subconsciously try to pull the robe tighter. “Um, multi-partner?” I choke out. Zane steps closer, his boots making no sound against the concrete floor as he stops next to Ryder. The two men stand side by side, a wall of pure, uny