Pampering My Beast Commander Novels & Stories

Tyler said as Jett slowly got to his feet again. But we were soon interrupted by the commander. “I’d like to introduce you to Alpha Beau. He is only 21 years old but his father just died in a rogue attack so he has had to step up and take over his pack.” The commander explained. And I saw Tyler walk over and shake his hand. Beau was really good looking. Not in the same way that Tyler was good looking. He had blonde hair, well groomed and presented himself really respectably. But still you could see that there were muscles under the suit that he wore.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

But looking at his hardened face that was nothing else from coldness and an unreadable smirk. “Commander…” one of the warriors, a broad shouldered brute that had a scar running vertically down his cheeks, stepped forward. rolling his shoulders in a playful manner, like he was not preparing for battle. “Are you serious commander?...” His scrutinizing eyes trailed over me, dripping with disdain and disgust. “He will crumble before I even land a strike.” “Then prove it,” Damon said, his voice emotionless. Laughter rippled through the surrounding crowd. Not loud, just sharp, cruel chuckles that made my insides twist.

Am l not blessed to witness it! We are currently inside the office. Boss you are kidding right? I said to him after he called me a treasure. Am not kidding sweetheart. You are my everything from now onwards and please call me Zion or Grey. Between you and me there no formalities. Calling me boss sounds a bit distant even. He whispered in my ear.

The first thing Monday morning, Christopher marched into his commander's office. "Sir…I need to talk to you about something pretty important." Bruce Koepke sighed. He liked Beast. He didn't want to lose him, but he already knew what he wanted to ask. "Beast, you're a heluva Marine. You know that or you wouldn't be on an elite force. I don't want to lose you, son." Christopher could barely meet his commander's eyes. Finally he relaxed his formal posture and looked steadily at the older man who was more than his commander, but who was also his friend.

Ariel shook her head. “No, it’s not.” Becca gave her a reassuring look. “I can handle this.” The commander watched the exchange with growing irritation. “You’re both wasting my time.” He stepped closer to Becca. “You should listen to your commander,” he said softly but Becca didn’t move. “And you should remember who I am,” she replied. His lips curled slightly. “You were a Luna.” Becca’s eyes hardened. “I still am.” The commander laughed quietly. “You’re a Luna without a pack or an Alpha” he mocked.

Third Person's POV "You're so delighted now. Do you think I'm a nobody without an office?" Beata shook her head, laughing, "Of course not! It takes real ability to be an official, and you've got tons of it!" "Who's that talented?" Paisley walked in, her crimson pheromones carrying a warm and cheerful vibe, and chimed in. Seeing Adelaide in uniform, Paisley's eyes lit up. She teased, "Well, well, let me get a good look at our commander! Where are you off to? Can I come along?"

I then let his throat go and retreated growling, tall and regal in the moon's light. Kaelen was at my right side, his midnight-black fur rubbing against my pure white coat. Caleb was on my left and Jace was covering our blind spot. The mate bond vibrated with the power and excitement of pride. They were my and I was theirs. The commander came up onto his knees, rubbing his bruised throat. The other Lycans fell to their knees, and their heads were bowed low to the moss. “You are greater than your father,” the commander growled, his eyes awed with a new and frightening kind of reverence. “Vane.” Commander of the Exiled Vanguard. “We are yours to command. But we must move quickly.”

Almost instantly, his once withered green eyes instantly got back their color, his lips got rosier than they were before, stamina finding its way to his body as he suddenly felt so athletic. "Commander..." he moaned, his hand going back to grasp the commander's ebony hair. The commander withdrew his fangs. "My name is Stefan," he said and he licked over the bite mark, claiming his territory, sealing his mark. "It's your turn, baby boy"

"Secure the beast! Watch the jaw line, don't let it snap!" "I'm not snapping!" I choked out, my mouth filling with the taste of dirt and pine needles as they yanked me roughly to my feet. I forced myself to look at the man walking down the gravel slope—a stern, grey-haired commander wearing a tactical beret and a chest full of combat ribbons. "Let me speak to your commander! I'm no threat! Look at me—I have no weapons!" The commander stopped three paces from me, his hands resting on his belt. He looked down his nose at me, mocking scoff escaping his lips.