Parker And Chester Novels & Stories

He's the spitting image of Valentine. The alpha from my hometown, Parker, and his father, who was alpha before him, were much more reserved and chill. Alpha Jared, Parker's dad, was a straight-up py. Parker, though laid-back and chill, was freakishly f**g strong and incredibly smart. His relaxed personality paired perfectly with his mate's headstrong ass.

Charles looked at the person approaching the scene with surprise. The manager walking towards the scene... was his brother, Mason! "Oh, great. Perfect timing. My brother is here." said Charles. "Good thing my face is covered. Bigger issue now is this hotel guest." "Oh... now I remember... Gary Parker. Last I remember, he runs his family business here in England. I heard it's quite successful." said Jim. "What business do they run, Jim?" asked Nathan. "The Parker family runs a few nightclubs and small motels here in Brighton. On the surface, the business looks legitimate. In reality, it's anything but." replied Jim.

Waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But for now… for this moment… the pack was mine. Their respect, their loyalty, their prayers, their gratitude—they surrounded me like armor. And I let them fill me with strength, even as I kept one wary eye on Chester, who looked like a coiled serpent waiting for a chance to strike. The contrast couldn’t have been sharper—the pack celebrating, offering thanks, full of life and hope. And Chester, silent, sharp, dangerous, and boiling beneath the surface. I let a slow, subtle smile play across my face. Let him watch. Let him simmer. Because he would need more than envy and ambition to take what was mine.

Chester looked at Karen, and she nodded to affirmate with what Chelsea was talking about. "Look at the scar which you caused me on my twelfth birthday," Chelsea strode towards him while removing her gloves to show him the scar, "you messed up remember." "And where are the old couples!" Chester asked for his parents, he seemed to have lost interest in his sister's conversation.

As soon as he left, I turned to Chester and asked, “What's his problem?” Chester simply shrugged and we walked to the kitchen together for breakfast. “Good morning, Mother,” he greeted Celeste with a kiss on the cheek before doing the same to May. If I were an outsider looking in on their family, I would never have guessed that Ryder and Chester are not brothers. I mean, looks aside, because while Ryder had dark hair, Chester was a golden retriever. Ryder didn't seem to be in a good mood because he ate his breakfast quietly, humming and grunting whenever Celeste asked him questions. I wondered what his problem was.

Chester took Nan out of the restaurant, ignoring the onlooking eyes of literally everyone in the place. They walked around the city, holding hands and talking; really talking. Chester opened up about his family and how his mother passed away a few years ago. He talked about his Alpha father and how Chester didn’t want to take over the pack and pretty much allowed his brother to train for the position instead so Chester could pursue his dreams as a chef, which his father never approved of. He spoke about how Gavin opened up his pack to Chester and allowed him to pursue his dreams and how he got to know the Landry family. He even talked about how he got to know Harper and why she’s so obsessed

"I’m moving the Blackwood's Cooperation’ headquarters to Manhattan—permanently." The reporters exploded with questions. "Does this have anything to do with your ex-wife, Alexandria Lexington?" Chester’s lips quirked slightly. "Ms. Alex isn’t just my ex-wife. She’s the woman I love. And I’m not leaving Manhattan without a fight." Gasps filled the room. I felt my entire world tilt. This wasn’t just a private battle anymore. Chester had just turned our war into a public spectacle. And now, the world was watching. I stood frozen in my office, my phone vibrating relentlessly with messages.

Ready to let go, if only for a night. Ryder's Pov: "So, have you guys set your sights on any ladies tonight?" I asked, trying to sound casual. I looked at Parker and Wayne, expecting their usual teasing, but the moment felt heavier than I anticipated. Parker shook his head slowly and nodded to Wayne, as if passing some silent signal between them. Wayne smirked, though it was more cynical than playful. "We all know who Parker has eyes for, but he was a stupid cheater." My eyebrows shot up in surprise as I slipped on my shoes. The words stung more than I expected.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? I adore that lady! Cherish her! I have since she was a youthful young lady. Don’t you set out come around here retching presumptions, debasing what you’ll never get it! You’re a stage to her, a few chance to see how the other side lives. She merits way better and so offer assistance me God, I’ll do my damnedest to keep her absent from you! Get off my property, some time recently I call the police and have you arrested!” Parker spit, inspired by his enthusiastic appear of feeling, but distant from hindered. He might be from the other side of the tracks, but he’d begun on the same side as Isadora and he wasn’t going in reverse. Sticks and stones. His thumb d

"I don't accept explanations. From now on, you're my girlfriend. Unless you're planning to dump me." She looked up fast. "I would never—" She caught the tease in my eyes and smacked my chest lightly. "You're awful. I'm not talking to you anymore." She dropped her head, quiet again. The kids around us started cheering, yelling for us to kiss. Some of the older folks watched with soft smiles. I leaned down and kissed Dora gently. She hesitated—then kissed me back. Yeah. Maybe staying here wasn't so bad after all.