Owned By The Navy Seal Novels & Stories

"Remember when that shipment went missing?" "Ya. What about it?" He questioned. "Well, You know that one guy who admitted to it.. Nate? I think his name was," I stated before scrolling through the video, "anyways, I think that he was a coverup." Gabe sat down in the chair next to me before asking, "what? For who?" "This is going to seem really bad, like jealous girlfriend bad, but I promise it's not what you think." He narrowed his eyes at me as I said it.

I let out a sigh, knock back the glass of water I just poured and make my way out to the front door where my detail is waiting for me, dressed in black shorts, sneakers and tight fitting, black T-shirt highlighting his extreme physique. Lucas is an ex-Navy Seal and it shows. He came to me a couple of years back when I was hiring on the black market, someone that would be able to kill if necessary, without batting an eyelid. Of course, I pay well and Lucas has been by my side ever since. “Ready?” I ask him. He nods.

Zoe sits down by her wrapping her arms around Taelin. “My husband, Taelin’s dad, was in the military. More specifically, he was in the Navy. He was special forces/Navy Seals.” Janelle told us. Holy fuck, Navy Seals. Those guys are no joke. I know they go through extensive training just to make it into a Seal unit.

We left the room, using his elevator and we got to the last floor where we met Marcus standing at the doorway. "You're ready," Marcus said smiling at the both of us as we approached him. "Here." Alpha Galan dipped his hand in his pocket brought his black card and handed it over to Marcus. "It's for Theia's use only. Get her whatever she wants and don't even think about spending a dime for yourself." Alpha Galan warned. Marcus stared hard at the card and exchanged glances between me and Alpha Galan. "Seriously?" He asked raising his brow in disbelief.

Her blood will be in your hands. My breath caught. ‘You have no right to say that. How dare you?’ Sebastian didn’t blink. ‘It’s the truth.’ ‘You’re a jerk,’ I snapped, my voice shaking, my frustration bubbling over. ‘You think you can wave your money around and own people? I’m not for sale. I will never sell myself to you.’ His expression didn’t change. He stood there like my anger couldn’t touch him, like I was pouring water on stone. Impenetrable.

“I… uh… Four hundred million. Do I hear more?” Silence. Dead silence. “No further bids,” the announcer confirmed, voice slightly shaky. “Sold. Four hundred million to the gentleman in black.” A man stood from the back row. He wore a black tuxedo. A velvet mask. Leather gloves. No words. No expression. Just a slow, deliberate nod. The guards opened her cage. She didn’t move. She couldn’t. They grabbed her arms and pulled her forward. Through the sea of hungry stares. Toward the man in black.

He planned. Raven sat across from him in his private office at Club Eden, the war room spread before them in maps and ledgers, and a half-empty glass of whiskey untouched beside his hand. His knuckles were bandaged, his jaw cut where a shard of glass had found him during the docks’ explosion. Yet his voice was cold, deliberate. “Zane thinks he’s stripped us of control,” he said, tracing a line down the harbor grid. “But he’s forgotten one thing, you can’t burn a man who’s already walked through hell.”

She filled her nose with the fragrance, her eyes closing to memorize it for later when she was in bed alone. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” His deep voice broke through the silence. Her eyes flew open, taking in the steel doors as the elevator carried them to the basement where their car was parked. “Um,” she cleared her throat. “Yes. All my bags are packed. The flight leaves at…” “Fourteen hundred hours,” he answered. “Still in the Army, huh?” “Navy.” “What?” A smirk crossed his face. “I was a Navy Seal, not Army. Important difference between the two.”

⚠️ WARNING ALERT ⚠️ This chapter contains heavy and emotional scenes involving fear, crying, and a loved one fighting for their life. 🥺💔 Please prepare your hearts before reading. This one might hurt a little. 😭 If you’re sensitive to emotional scenes like this, it’s totally okay to skip. But if you continue, behave lang po, okay? 😂 Reader discretion is advised. THIRD PERSON: Sera was gasping for breath and nearly breathless from rushing as she hurried toward St. Catherine Medical Center. She no longer cared about her exhaustion or the pain in her legs. All that mattered to her was getting to the hospital as quickly as possible.

Paige said, “these people are all gorgeous! Look at her over there! She looks like a super model and look at that guy, he MUST be a super model!” “I don't know,” Sienna replied. “The men all look like soldiers, don't they?” And at that they did. Each wearing at least one piece of military insignia. Navy seal team by the look of it. How quaint, to find them out here on a boat. “Please take a seat,” the man said as he walked into the center of the chair formation.