Owen Hunt Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

"Thanks, Suzan. I'm sorry for the trouble – I know you have you have enough on your hands with Damien." She waved away my concern. "Nonsense. I'm happy to help." Her eyes crinkled with affection. "Now, eat up. I need to check on Damien." I nodded gratefully and began eating, relieved that my stomach seemed willing to cooperate this time. After finishing, I settled onto the plush sofa and started flipping through channels. A familiar intro caught my attention, and I couldn't suppress a delighted squeal. "Grey's Anatomy!" "Emilia?" Damien's deep voice called from the doorway. I turned to see him standing there, one hand gripping his stick.

"Shut up and move." Two men hauled Doctor Owen to his feet. His legs almost gave out. They dragged him toward Eloise's circle, and Doctor Owen couldn't breathe, couldn't think. He looked very scared of what Eloise might find in his head knowing fully well that he was the culprit they were searching for. Elder Isaiah stood near the stairs, watching. "This is Doctor Owen," Nicholas said. "Works at Seattle Grace Medical. We caught him trying to run." "Run? No I wasn't —"

"What did you just say? What do you mean she lost her memory? You can forget about keeping your job if you keep spouting nonsense!" Owen threatened. Not far away, Owen let out a roar like a beast. He grabbed Jerry by the collar, his face contorted with rage. But Jerry remained unfazed. "Mr. Gray, calm down. What's done is done. Even if you tear this hospital apart, Ms. Houghton's memories won't return." Owen's grip loosened.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

"What's your purpose in hiding Quinn, damn it! If you have a problem with me, then deal with me! Don't involve Quinn!" Owen wiped the blood dripping from his mouth. "You asked what I'm up to? I just want to get my ex-girlfriend back, Grayson." Fuck! I didn't care about the security running in here. I keep kicking Owen until he bounces back and lies on the ground. He's just pretending. He won't give in that easily. He's a sneaky fox hiding behind his role as a lawyer. The truth was, he’s nothing more than a jerk who also hurt Quinn's heart.

Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her. The woman was seated in a booth, taking the sixteen year old girls statement as another member of her team took fingerprints and pictures. Her long brown hair was tied back into a loose bun with a few strands of hair framing her face. She had a serious look across her innocent face, her large brown eyes soft and captivating but somehow determined. Her perky pink lips full and mesmerising as she spoke, she handed the girl her desk number, when she stood, he could see her more clearly, her maroon top fitted loosely as her detective badge re

His gray eyes locked onto mine. I swallowed hard, my hands trembling. “I don’t want to die here… not like this.” My voice cracked at the end, and I hated how weak I sounded, but I couldn’t help it. His jaw tightened, his eyes never leaving mine. “I won’t let him hurt you,” he said, his voice low but steady. --- Hours crawled by in oppressive silence. Then, the basement door creaked open. My heart plummeted into my stomach. Orin descended the stairs, each step slow, the sound echoing in the stale air. He was holding a crossbow—and a shotgun.

Audrey Hunt, the current matriarch of the Hunt family after Old Master Hunt’s wife passed away, was also present. At the far end of the hallway stood a lone figure; he exuded coldness and aloofness at one glance. He stood away from the remaining group as if he wasn't even part of them. He was Kayden Hunt, the cursed twin and the black sheep of the Hunt family. Kayden had just returned from prison a week ago after staying there for three years. The door to the operating room finally swung open, and the family doctor, Dr. William Murphy, walked out after five hours of surgery.

Hearing that familiar voice, I fought to force my eyes open, even though the blood had nearly sealed them shut. The doctor running the show was none other than Audrey Hayes, my wife of ten years and the original target of my mission. I forced my arm up, reaching out to her for help, but she only offered me a brief, hesitant glance. "Owen's condition is critical," Audrey said. "The next ambulance is going to be here any minute, so just wait right here." Seeing her turn to leave, I used every last ounce of strength to grab the hem of her pants, but she pulled away.

I closed my eyes, taking deep, steadying breaths until the phantom scent of the General stopped screaming in my mind. When I finally calmed down, I opened my eyes. "The fuck!" I shrieked, jumping back so hard my spine cracked against the wood of the door. Lying flat on my bed, propped up on his elbows with his chin resting in his hands, was Oliver. He was a pretty, petite Omega with a head of messy curls and pretty blue eyes, and he was currently looking at me like I was a highly entertaining holovid. "You really need to lock your balcony doors, Theo," Oliver said, kicking his feet back and forth. "It is way too easy to climb up here."