Nate Romanowski Novels & Stories

Book 2: The Rejected Mate Connor pov I stood in the pack house common room, coffee in hand, watching my son make an absolute fool of himself. Nathaniel Reed—Nate to everyone who knew him—was twenty-one years old, newly returned from his year of Alpha training with allied packs, and apparently determined to test every ounce of patience I had left. He was flirting. Aggressively. With Jessica Matthews and her friend Sarah, two she-wolves who were eating up the attention from the future Alpha's son with obvious interest.

“What did she give you?” Nate reaches into his coat and places two things on the table: 1) A name, written in Mary’s neat hand on a scrap of paper. 2) A meeting location, coded like a casual dinner invitation. Nate taps the name once. “Rowan Kane,” he says. “That’s the Rogue King’s real name. Initials match the note. R.K.” My stomach twists violently at hearing it spoken out loud. Rowan. Kane. A name that sounds like polished charm… and a knife. Nate taps the second paper.

"He had Olivia and Amy at gunpoint when Nakos and I got here." "And who might you be, son?" "Nathan Roldan, retired U.S. Army and her new...handyman." Rip swiveled his attention to Olivia. "That true?" "Yes." She rose unsteadily to her feet, looking like a gentle breeze could topple her. Nate shook his head and gnashed his molars into a fine powder. "Could you slap some handcuffs on him, please?" He needed to take care of Olivia before the adrenaline crash fully hit her. He shook with the urge to drag her against him and simultaneously comfort them both.

I have already gone through all that was to know about him. Dante Romano, twenty-seven-year-old single father who owns a high-end nightclub by the name Eclipse Lounge. Not only that, he has another business. A popular Restaurant in the state and a branch in Singapore. He's a man that travels around a lot. There wasn't much information about his personal life apart from him being a single father and a sex maniac. There was no other information beyond that.

she said, chin high. Another voice joined. “I do.” An older man pushed through the crowd, glasses perched on a crooked nose, hands ink-stained and callused. Eamon, the old scholar. The man who taught Noah to read his first words. “I’ve seen the man you’ve become,” Eamon said. “Your mother would’ve been proud. And I stand with you now.” Then the voices came like a flood. “I do.” “You have my claws.” “For the Luna!” Then came Rakesh.

KATE It was everywhere. You couldn’t escape it. “ROMANO HEIR LINKED TO DRUG SCANDAL.” The headline stared back at me from my phone screen for the fifth time that morning. I exhaled slowly and locked it, but it didn’t help. Voices carried the same story anyway. “Did you hear about Natalie Smith?” “They say she was running an entire network…” “And Leon Romano was involved…” “Of course he was. People like that always are.”

NYSSA'S POV: Roman Adams, the most notorious man in Cleveland and nearby cities as a whole, had just told me to keep him company. For a moment, my mind was a blank slate. My lips parted, but the words refused to come forth. I closed them again, then spoke when I finally found the right words. “I can't…boss…I need to wake up early tomorrow…” His interruption was harsh, the voice of a man who wasn't used to taking “no” as an answer.

I tried to be quick and not cause any disaster. "Excuse me." "Wait, Miss Collins," Nathan said, standing up. "Let me introduce my new assistant, Chris. This is Miss Katherine Collins." Mr. Johnson stood up. Why on earth was he introducing me? "Chris Johnson. Now I can say it's a pleasure, Miss Collins." "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Johnson," I say, shaking his offered hand.

Now I see why he is watching this stuff. From what I have observed, Santino is a workaholic, and he spends most of his time doing the paperwork of the business while Maximo is the one who does the killing if any is needed. These men work in perfect harmony, which makes sense as to why they are billionaires. My gaze drifts from the TV and falls on Santino, he is so relaxed with his inked arms spread out on the armrest. I can’t help but observe every curve on his body and notice the way the shirt clings to his muscles and shows off his great physique. He isn’t as huge as his brother, but he is ripped too, so very ripped.

"Oh, come on. Don't be like that. I'm just being a friend. I'm surprised that's all. Because I know your husband is at the grand party everyone is talking about." "How did you know that?" She eyed him suspiciously. "One of- well, the grand patron of my former frat is in town. When such a big shot is in town, people in our circle know. Hence I know what I know." Boma knew he was talking about Ronald. "I see." "Yeah. So why are you working? This is surprising. I don't see Donovan as the type to let his wife work, especially in a school environment where you need to be concentrating on your studies. I mean, I'm quite shocked."