Nathan Drake Tom Holland Novels & Stories

The remaining soldiers, ours and Darius’s alike, watched in stunned silence. Renard stopped a few feet away from us, lowering his weapon. “Enough,” he said. His voice was steady, cold as the mountain air. “This war ends now. And if killing your alpha of rogues was the price of it, then that was a price that he will pay.” Darius let out a breath that sounded like a broken laugh. “You…” He coughed, blood bubbling at his lips. “You couldn’t even… let me die by his hand?”

Drake's ultimate goal with Nyla is to marry her and use her as a stepping stone to gain entry into the Nixons," Tom replied. If Nyla was indeed blood-related to a core member of the Nixons, marrying her could be a legitimate way for Drake to secure a position in the family. As soon as Tom finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room turned ice-cold. He shivered involuntarily and glanced at Damon, whose expression had darkened to the point of startling him. It quickly dawned on him—any man would be furious hearing about another man plotting to take his wife. "Uh... Mr. Sumner... that's all I know. I swear!" Tom stammered nervously.

Drake said in frustration, “But I can feel it. Although I am not sure if that’s because I just want to find my Fated Mate and leave her or if it was just a gut feeling. I know I am despicable and a horrible person. But a part of me is having a hard time defending her with the rest of myself. That she is a good person, and that she does not have anything to do with the rogue attacks. But she’s giving me a hard time to do that.” “I hear you,” I said calmly, “But what if you're wrong? You would not only destroy what you have. You would also make the people around you doubt you. You are the future Alpha of one of the greatest packs I have met and I know under your guidance it would not take long

As Lily saw Hannah, she cried out aloud, "I always wished to hold my child like this, but never did I expect that I would be holding him in this way." [After half an hour] As things got a little bit settled, Hannah sat near Lily's bed to tell her about Thompson, but before she could say anything, Lily spoke, "I no longer want to go easy on Drake. I have been stopping myself because of Thompson" "I didn't get you!" Hannah murmured under her breath. "Drake is Nik's stepbrother and Thompson's son." Hannah's heart skipped a beat. All the way, she kept analysing why in the world was Mr. Cooper so anxious about Drake's life.

I boomed. I walk out of the entrance, to the porch, find Sabrina, Moira, and a young man behind them. Moira ran to hug me, and my anger estinguished just as fast. Then my gaze turned to the boy as his eyes shifted to mine. The air around him visibly thicker with the strong aura he leaked, any completed wolf will easily realize that he is an alpha. "Pop, this is Drake," said Moira. The boy took few step forward and hold my hand to me. I shake that strong grip. "Good afternoon Mr. Stephan, I'm Drake Lockhart. Moira's mate."

I gasp " Congratulations Ms Brahms " I gushed out and smile. " Why thank you Callum. How was your summer ? " She asks as she arranges a few books on her table. " It was fun filled and very memorable " I say quickly with my eyes constantly glancing towards the guy who wouldn't raise his head up. I'm more curious now, Are you a robot mister? " Callum this is Liam, Liam Scott, " She says. Scott, is that British I spot, it had better be

The men locked eyes, a shared fear evident in their gaze. They were Mark, head of the Hudson family, Raine, the Schneider family's second in command, Tommy, the reigning kingpin of Woolpackton's underworld, Harry, bound to his wheelchair, and Tony, his steadfast pusher… Together, they could turn Province Town's underworld upside down, but in Drake's presence, they were as meek as church mice. "Mister Hardy." Side by side, they approached the man who had left their world a decade ago. Tommy, the de facto leader, stepped forward with a respectful bow. "Boss, you've been out of the game for ten years. We wouldn't normally intrude, but..."

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Ophelia answered. Drake was amazed and quickly sat down. "You are the one behind everything? I thought was that…what about that man?" Opheliaa smiled and nodded. "He is my assistant." Drake hit his palm together, how did he not realize this? Well, it was difficult anyway since the man who even contacted him was mysterious, to begin with. "I think that I have seen you before on the news. You are Ophelia, right? Wait…aren't you the sister of the Red Moon Pack's Alpha?"

"Good girl. Now, your super mama would be on her way too. See you soon Gracey." *** Meanwhile, in the other cottage, Draya and doctor Nathan were also having a heated conversation. Draya had lost her temper. "Doctor Nathan you promised not to tell Aunt Grace. Can't you keep your words?" Draya asked furiously. Ever since she told him, he'd been eager to tell Grace and it really pissed her off. The doctor sighed. "I know I promised Draya, but this is serious. That evil mafia leader..." "He's got a name. Dreidan Vaughn." An angry Draya retorted.