Only War Novels & Stories

And in that silence I looked at Austin, seated beside me at the war council table for the first time, and I thought, "five packs just declared war on one Omega who they are terrified of." They should be.

I eliminate when I have had it up to the brim. Let him enjoy his little victory lap while it lasts. Because the moment he let me hear that bass through the wall, the war had already started. The last time I checked, I don’t lose wars.

Jake replied and grinned as he drove them back to the clubhouse. Warren didn’t say anything, but he gave Jake a look as he pulled up to the clubhouse and parked his truck at the back of the bar. He followed Jake when he got out and headed to a side door. Jake scanned his palm and typed in a code before the door clicked open. Inside the clubhouse, Warren was greeted by men wearing Warrior cuts. He glanced around at the men all staring at him and he knew then that he never would’ve made it inside this place, not with the intention of walking out again.

I opened it. One new message. Wrong platform. Check the war room. And that was how Renaud broke: not into weakness, but into truth just in time for the next message to drag us home again.

This announcement made Francis more envious. “How could they pick him over me? " he muttered . “I cannot watch that weakling win that scholarship.” That evening, Francis went to meet his dad in his room, “Daddy, I cannot take this anymore,” he cried. His father put down his phone. “Talk to me, Francis. What is it?” “It’s school.” His father’s face turned red. “What happened at school?” “Mr. Kola chose Tyler to represent the school at the music competition instead of me! Francis cried. “He can’t even hold a flute properly.”

I have to find out what’s going on. “What’s going on?” I ask, my voice breaking through the low murmur of the room. All eyes turn to me, but it’s Cade who answers. He leans back, tilting his bottle to his lips before speaking. “War,” he says simply, the word falling heavy in the air. “It’s official. The packs, the council, even some rogue leaders—everyone’s coming together to wipe us out.”

her hand in mine, her body steady against me, and her choice clear. And I knew, as surely as I knew the cameras were still flashing, that this was only the beginning. Because immediately I saw Wakes across the hall. The war is about to begin.

He h‍ad simply iss‌ued the next order. E‍lara stood frozen, her‌ hand still pressed against the c⁠ool intercom panel. The war was n‌ot over. It had‌ just‌ b⁠een redefined.‌ The battlefield was no lo‌nger‍ the pu⁠b‌lic g⁠a‌la or the sterile penthous‍e. I⁠t was now‍ the treacherous,‌ unchar‍ted territo‍ry of their own hearts.

“Julian won’t give up easily. I have a better idea. A friend is dean of Columbia Business School. He owes me a favor. You’ll have to take the entrance exams, but I know you’ll pass." "America is about to enter a golden age after the war. The economy will boom, and women will have more freedom than ever. Business will give you power, independence. You’ll never have to depend on a man again." I thought about thirty years of depending on Julian, of being invisible in his empire. He was right. "I’ll do it," I said. Sebastian smiled. "Good. I’ll call him tomorrow. You can stay here with us. No one will find you here."

“Harder” He chuckled, the vibration feeling good against me. And then he pulled and slammed into me. I gasped loudly, nails digging into his skin. Noah's movement picked up speed, as he fucked me ravenously. His grunts and moans made me even wetter, and I struggled to meet up with his thrusts. He leaned back, pushing me up a bit until he was hitting that spot. My vision turned white, and I was practically screaming his name. “Noah!” I came, legs trembling around him.