Nate Archibald Novels & Stories

Natalie "So, Natalie. Can I call you Natalie? What I'm really curious about is whether you're single, because I've been thinking we could grab dinner and discuss my...athletic performance in more detail." Oh brother. I mentally roll my eyes while keeping my expression professionally neutral. Believe it or not, out of all the players I've interviewed so far, Jake Morrison has been the most entertaining and the goofiest. It’s odd for a guy who's a Dallas Titans wide receiver with enormous pressure on his shoulders.

I put my hand on my stomach and felt them and thought about Victor sitting in a car at the end of a service road twice a year for three years, waiting until he had something to bring. “What are you going to do,” I said. “With him. With the something you offered.” Nate looked at the diagonal walls. “I want him to meet the twins,” he said. “When they arrive. I want him in the room.” He paused. “Not as the Alpha’s father or as the rogue king or as any of the political things he is. Just as a person who sat outside those gates for three years and came back.” He looked at me. “Is that strange.”

Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk. He had a few personal photos in his office of a young woman. He raised a cut eyebrow at me and waved his hand to indicate for me to begin. "Well the letter has some inaccuracies, but there are some correct aspects such as I was a breeder and my mother still is a breeder, but I am a born shifter. When I was sent to the market, Timothy bought me and it turned out that he is my mate. Timothu burned off my breeder mark and marked me as his mate."

So I grab my keys and go to our garage for my black mustang and drive him before the packhouse so that everyone can get seated. I drive to the town which is still in pack territory, so we don't have to worry about humans and their skeptical eyes about our food orders and their portions. Everyone orders steaks with fries and soda to drink. We start a little chit-chat, Meredith and Alex are mates and they are trying to have a pup and Nate is starting 10th grade, so he is a sophomore. He is very intelligent, almost a nerd and we like to make fun of him because of that. Fortunately, he is alright with that, because he doesn't have to learn anything, he just sits in his classes, makes some notes

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

NIRVANA “Ah, yes. My apology, Bastie. You’re looking for a knife, and your beautiful witch led you here. Where’s Zarah, by the way? I haven’t seen here in a while.” Still holding a glass of blood, he sat and crossed his legs before the Alpha King. “We’re a bit in a hurry, Lord Archibald. There’s a serious matter left in the US that’s escalating fast.” Knight turned to a serious alpha that I didn’t see often. His stance remained strong, confident, and admirable.

Nate Wolf is a seventeen years old high school junior who preferred to be alone. His intimidating demeanor and bad attitude were more than enough to drive people away from him. All he had to do was to glare at people with his piercing blue eyes, and they all cowered away. He was also 6 feet 4 and worked out regularly, which made him look even more intimidating. Rumors about him being the son of a Mafia leader circulated the school. No one wanted to find out what it would be like to get beat up by him. He had it made.

I walk out of the room and pad down the staircase. I find Andrew in the living room typing on his laptop. He closes his laptop as soon as he sees me. “Morning.” Andrew greets. “Morning.” I greet back and sit next to him. “Where is Nate?” I ask. “He went to practice. He has a big match after the wedding. Apparently, there will be some sort of big dogs to watch the game so, he wants to make a good impression,” Andrew informs. “I’m sure he will get in. So, what does Nate like?” I ask.

I nod and go to sit at the back. What's written in the marker on the whiteboard intrigues me. Nate Skylar. Amber sees the bemused expression on my face and, therefore, gives me a brief on what I've missed out on so far. I'm startled that at the first session, they managed to find out who Nate is already. Did they even bother to go to class? I'm informed that Nate is from Canada and is an excellent swimmer. He was the captain of his swimming team, and his former school is the one that keeps winning our school in the swimming competition.