Neanderthal Patrick Novels & Stories

What is Patrick´s real motives? I turn to face Patrick. “Are you here simply because you wanted revenge?” “Laura, allow me to explain.” “Then explain, Patrick.” “It´s true. I inserted myself into your life. What Nolan said about my parents and my sister, that´s all true. I didn´t count on you having a connection with someone from my past. My lies have now caught up with me. However, it´s really not to seek revenge on anyone in this pack. Rather, I´m here due to the oracle telling me that I would become more powerful if I mated with you. I am seeking to hunt down the vampire that killed my sister. He´s an old vampire, and he´s too powerful for me to take on all alone.”

Nick pov Lena passed out after touching Patrick, and I knew he was her mate as well. In Savage it isn't uncommon for mates to have two or more. Lena just happens to be my mate, and now Patrick is her other mate. I rush to the hospital Patrick on my ass. He looks terrified as doc runs up, asking what happened. "She found her second mate doc, and it was too much for her she passed out after having a panic attack," I say, trying to stay calm. I'm freaking out. Patrick paces and keeps muttering to himself.

But his brain, that thing came from some where out of this world. “I don’t need to see the head of Raija’s Mother,” I lean back and close my eyes. “She was worse than just toxic.” “You chose to fuck her,” Patrick says casually. “Are you this cold to your brother over Britt?” I ask. “My brother was lonely. We all had mates. His friends had girl friends. He should have been a third wheel?” Patrick looks at me and I narrow my eyes. “You realize I was 28 years old when I met Nala?”

"Well, you're with a group of best friends now. You're in safe hands here." "I thought everything would be alright. I thought changing my mind was enough, but it wasn't." I shake my head slowly, tears rolling down my cheeks. "He only lived a few days after he was born. They told me it was some kind of genetic defect and he never had a chance, but I knew the truth. It was my fault that Patrick died. That's what I named him… Patrick. And I still put flowers on his grave every year on his birthday." Everyone looks somber, and a woman hands me some tissue. "Thank you."

Even when we were seeing each other, he never went oral on me, nor did he let me be. Once again, Patrick and I had sex. Patrick has always been a considerate lover, always attentive to my needs and feelings. It may sound foolish to complain about such thoughtfulness, but deep within me, a restless longing stirred. I've been accustomed to being treated with tenderness and affection, but now I yearn for something more primal, more daring. Yet, Patrick's gentle nature holds him back—he has always been too sweet, too hesitant to explore the depths of passion that I crave.

He replied curtly, and I furrowed my brow. “Did you accidentally wander into Neon?” I asked, making him laugh. “No, Greg thought it would be a good idea to come to the club to meet new girls… Something about me becoming an old, boring man with no active life!” He shrugged. I clenched my fists, irritated with his answers. So, he teased me at the cabin and went hunting on weekends? “And did you succeed?” I spoke through gritted teeth, trying to hide my emotions. “I always succeed in what I seek, Miss Lis.” Smirking arrogantly, Patrick approached, lifting my chin to analyze my expression. “Why do I always see you running away or hiding?”

he asked, his voice low and controlled as he walked toward us, clearly trying to contain his anger. “Oh, Uncle Pedro…” I called, suddenly at a loss for words. Patrick smiled politely and extended his hand. “Hi, my name is Patrick. I’m Michelle’s very good friend.” Uncle Pedro’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Oh, so you’re that Patrick… the good boy.” Patrick looked confused and turned to me. “Huh? I don’t understand.” “Well, my mom and dad always talk very nicely about you, so…” I explained awkwardly. “Oh, really?” Patrick said, facing Uncle Pedro again. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Pedro.” He offered his hand for a handshake.

Nape-length short. I blinked, my heart stuttering in my chest. What the hell? Patrick, my Patrick, had always been wild. Reckless. A storm in human form. But standing there, hair shorn, expression blank, looking like a man who had stripped himself down to the bare bones of who he used to be, it was jarring. And then he saw me. His gray eyes flicked to mine, darkening. He didn’t move, didn’t say anything. Just stared. For the first time in my life, I didn’t know what he was thinking.

“Have you seen my significant other?” “I haven’t. I haven’t even seen you.” I turned to Shirley. “Mrs. Carroll, this is my dear cousin, Patrick Richardson. Pat, may I introduce you to Shirley Carroll, Senator Carroll’s wife.” “From…California?” “Why, yes. I didn’t think that people in Georgia would know that.” Pat’s lips quirked. “I am from here. However, now I live with my partner in New York. It’s your husband’s work regarding the legalization of cultivating marijuana that I’m familiar with.”