Novelas y relatos de Nate X Yancy

79. A step close to winning Zach's POV I stared at the details of the women going to be auctioned in the upcoming grooming factory event Nathan's bought with a satisfactory grin. "This is amazing. Keep it up, Nathan." I patted my beta on the back, feeling euphoria leaping within my being. "Thanks to Xan. He helped me with all the tracking." I cast a glance in the front at Xan who is busy downing a full glass of whiskey.

“He will be alright. But, you are not going to cry anymore.” Natalie placed her head on his chest while closing her tearful eyes. Patting her shoulder, Yohan Dixon looked at his wife who was smiling with pride at him. “Bring her home.” Sara Owen nodded. Natalie looked at him, “Ricky…” “No. You are not going to stay here.” “Come, Aunty.” Sara Owen held Natalie’s palm and stood up from the couch. Natalie left with Sara Owen and Yohan Dixon kept looking at the ladies until they got out. He lit a cigarette for him and called Assistant Nolan.

"Enough. You can leave." Nancy was stunned. If there was a woman who had stayed the longest by Jake's side, it was her. Over the years, as his assistant, she had solved many problems for him, including personal ones. She was meticulous and was truly his right-hand woman. The two were so in sync that they hardly needed to speak. But today, he was clearly not himself. Nancy mustered up her spirits, approached him, and leaned over his legs. "Xander is down on his luck and the future of Fulton Group is bright. Aren't you happy?"

He strikes a full flexing pose. Biceps out. Chin tilted. Pure commitment. “Look at that lighting. Respectful. Supportive. Encouraging.” Against his will… Taydyn huffs a quiet laugh. The tension in his chest loosens just a fraction. The guy grins sideways at him. “Name’s Nate.” “Taydyn.” Nate nods once, like he’s filed that away for later. Then — still half flexing — he adds: “Just, you know… try not to emotionally devastate this mirror too, big guy. We’ve been through a lot together.”

He mumbled, his groan filling her ears. She smirked, licking her lips, she had freaking bit him in the lips, who was this Nicole Hart "I challenge you, Xander Castillo." There is determination in her eyes, a feeling coursing through his veins. He was about to make a deal with her, and hell, he didn't give the fuck about the consequences, "It's on, Nicole Hart." •• "It's going to be okay." Zane was pacing around the room, it wasn't going to be okay, it was never going to be okay.

The look in his eyes makes me nervous but I remain still and quiet while I wait for him to start talking "Tony, about an hour ago Nathan, Daniel and Micky found a girl out in the forest. She claimed not to be a Rogue and she didn't smell like one either but she wouldn't tell them who she was. She would only speak to me so I came straight down here." I have no idea who it could be so I remain quiet and wait for him to explain more. The look on his face turns nervous as he takes in a deep breath and runs his free hand through his hair and I snap unable to bear the silence anymore. "Who is it, Nicky?" I feel my whole body tense up suddenly dreading his answer. "Tony, it's Ro-" Before he can fin

Shawn answered hesitantly. "I've work to do," Nate said. Shawn let out a sigh. "Alright then. The meeting is about to start. I'll have to go. Bye," Shawn said before disconnecting the call. Nate removed the Bluetooth from his ear and leaned back in the chair. Whereas, Nate was trained by his father, Shawn got Santiago as his mentor. He had turned out really well, sharp, strong, and capable. Nate did not doubt that he would handle Spain just fine. Today was Hannah's birthday too.

Third Person POV 21 years ago “Nate!” Martin Nightingale yells down the hallway. “Happy Birthday, man!” The two embrace like brothers. Which they kind of are. Both Martin and Nate Royce are members of Pack Westmoreland, just south of Chicago, IL. “Thanks man. Hoping my friend makes an appearance. My parents are worried,” Nate confides in Martin, careful not to say the word WOLF in front of all the humans at school.

As the service started coming to an end, I noticed Nate watching Wyatt. His eyes moving between Wyatt and the executives nearby, tracking something. An older executive leaned toward Wyatt and said something close to his ear, and Wyatt nodded. The executive straightened, shook Wyatt’s hand firmly before speaking. “Mr. Sterling.” Sterling, not Kane. I heard it clearly. So did Nate. His expression changed. His entire body went still before his eyes snapped toward Wyatt. Wait, Sterling… The name sat strangely in my chest. Because Nate was a Sterling too. Which meant…