Owen Hunt Novels & Stories

What I don't know is their personalities though. Owen has the most deep ruby eyes I have ever seen. He has this dead look in his eyes that makes him look fierce yet sexy at the same time. His hair is pitch black, and so long. He wears it wavy, and I have seen it in a ponytail; it all looks divine. He is so tall compared to the three of them, and also the hugest of them. If ‘hugest’ is ever a word. I just cannot find the right words to describe him. He has these muscles that he doesn’t even sweat to show them off, they are just there. He looks maybe twenty years old or so, he isn’t that older than me. And I guess I am a little bit attracted to him more than the other two.

“I, Ciara Joy Callaway, of the Crystal Lake, reject you, Alpha King, Owen Mars Drake of the Blue Eclipse, as my goddess-given mate.” Owen clutched his chest and doubled over, but Hunter and Theo caught him in time to prevent him from falling. Theo can visibly see something is wrong with me but doesn’t understand what is happening. “My King, we gotta go now. We got word people are panicking back home. They need to see you are alive and well.” Hunter grips on to Owen tightly.

‖ Tom interrupted. Owen quieted and waited. Tom nudged Richard in the side. ―Go on.‖ Richard nodded. ―So you ended up in Omaha and decided to be Irving?‖ ―No. Well, I mean it turned out that way,‖ Owen began, ―but that wasn‘t what I originally intended. I was just passing through. I saw the Wanted posters. Big Roy framed me for murder, but I didn‘t mean to kill Mitch.‖

The possibility to at he would never know how it feels was also there. Owen shook his head faintly, exhaling as he gave up on the knot and started over. This was why he avoided love in first place , same reason he had always told himself relationships were nothing but heartache waiting to happen. Connections were a weakness, and he had no intention of becoming vulnerable again. He pulled it from his pocket, glancing at the screen: It was his friend Leo, the hacker he had hired to investigate Michael’s situation. Owen's brow lifted slightly, anticipating what he had to say.

“Let’s get this started. There is no need to keep anyone except Marissa alive. Owen is in charge.” Owen is my specialist when it comes to strategy and heists. Sure I have been trained in both of them as well but I saw it fit to have a specialist that ensures a higher chance of success. The fact that he is never on the spot of the heist ensures that even if someone fails he can give orders to those still able to receive them.

He knew she was innocent. Owen, a delta of about sixteen years old. One of the newest recruits sat at the corner listening to all that Roy had said. When Roy was done, he took his phone dialing Connors' number. He understood the fact that Emberlynn was the ex-Luna of the pack house he currently was in, but his loyalty lies with the black night pack house. He was a spy. Owen was surprised no one knew and had hastily accepted him without asking many questions, unlike the black night pack house where an individual would be scrutinized before acceptance. Sometimes, he felt guilty about giving information to the black night pack house, but there was nothing he could do about it.

I blinked and turned my head toward her, still dazed. “Do you want to meet him again?” she asked softly. My lips parted before my brain could stop them. “Yes,” I breathed. She burst out laughing, I blinked, snapped back into the room, cheeks burning. “That man you kissed,” Olivia said, rubbing her temples, “Is Alexander Hunt. The most ruthless man I’ve ever worked for. He changes women more often than his clothes.” Her voice was firm, like she needed me to hear the raw truth, whether I was ready for it or not.

That was why he never stopped her from going to Hydroton with Tyler, leading to her going through so much pain and agony. Should he reconsider the whole marriage alliance thing? But on second thought, Adrian was different from Tyler. Even though Owen was still quite mad at Adrian, he still believed in the latter's character. Also, he could tell that Adrian was serious about Stephanie from what he had seen recently. His rationality now returning, Owen made a phone call. "I want you to investigate if Hector has gotten in touch with anyone… special." "Yes, sir," the subordinate replied. He then thought about it before adding, "Mr. Sutton Senior is known for being a hermit. He rarely leaves his

"Drew and I were assigned the case and our investigation took us to the mountains of San Francisco where we happened upon a gory scene. A small poor pack consisting of twenty-six wolves including pups was brutally attacked. Owen was the only survivor. He was fifteen years old then. Since he had no surviving family, we got clearance from the Council Elders and brought him to the pack. When he turned eighteen years old, he got mated to a nice girl; she was the only female among the pack warriors then. They got married, he applied for the pack's recognition and swore an allegiance to formally become a member of the Silver Moon pack. He was always hanging around us back then, tagging along with

Olivia slowly began turning around. “Baby, please stop.” I called out, trying to hide the panic in my voice. “I think I know who you're talking about.” Olivia said, as her eyes departed from mine. She turned around to meet the eyes of the man holding the gun to her face, her fingers were still shaking but she had mustered enough courage to look him in the eye. "Charlotte? Is that your mother? You are Drew, right?”