Patrick White Novels & Stories

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

He had no fear even if she didn’t like him immediately, with Arthur soon to be totally out of the picture, she would be left with no choice but him. Minutes later, he held his car horn against the gates of the Jo family. The gateman poked his head for a few seconds, retrieved in and soon the gates was rumbling open. He drove in and found a space to park his car. Ms jo was already waiting outside, a welcoming smile spread in her face. “That smile looks…sort of fake.” Maxwell felt his wolf speak to him. “Shush. No distractions today, please.” “Hello, Ms Jo. I hope I am not too early.” He bows his head on getting to where she stood. Her smile grew even wider.

“Wait, I have a question for you. About Siobhan.” “Not sure if I will have an answer but sure.” “Do you know anything about her being in a relationship with a werecat, tiger shifter to be specific? His name was Wyatt.” Patrick takes a moment before answering, “No. I don’t remember her mentioning anything about having a boyfriend while she was gone.” “Did she mention anything about being…raped?” I whisper. Patrick’s eyes went wide and then his pupils narrowed into slits, his irises turning black. His wolf.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them—him smiling at her, her laughing, it drove me crazy. Without much pondering, I scrolled through my contacts until I found the name I was looking for. Patrick. A private investigator I had used in the past. Quiet. Efficient. Discreet. I hit dial. It rang twice before a gravelly voice answered. "This is Patrick." “Patrick. It’s Liam Garvalle.” "Well, well, if it isn’t Liam Garvalle. It’s been years. What brings you back to me? Need dirt on a business rival? Someone trying to assassinate you? Maybe another pack plotting against you?"

Farrah didn’t hesitate to follow, curiously looking at the person inside the room. It was a man, shirtless, with an outstanding figure. He was holding hefty dumbbells with both hands. In Farrah’s estimate, this dumbbell probably weighs gigantic. The man finally noticed Twilight and Farrah. With a distorted face, he screeched. “What the h*ck is your problem, old hag? Not even knocking! And who the hell is this woman?” Sadly, it didn't affect Twilight even when called an Old Hag. She just tilted her chin and said to Farrah, “Dr. Lee, the sharp-shooter of the team, Patrick.”

Zariah whispers. She points to another. "Imani Lee. Independence Pack. Won't talk to anyone, although not mute." She girl stands with her hands by her front, as she watches the area with dark eyes. So dark in fact, that when her gaze sweeps our way, I have to drop my own to the floor. Independence Pack members don't leave their Pack often, managing to preserve their natural beauty. How she manages to keep her stark white hair that straight, I have no idea. "Chasity Pearson," Zariah murmurs, my gaze following her finger. "Purity Pack. Total nutjob. Thinks the Goddess lives within her, and rumour has it, is only here to convert the Alpha to her religion."

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

✨✨✨✨✨ Russell I drove to the small grocery outlet in town, parked the car, and headed inside. The place looked more prominent than the last time I was here. Indeed, this place was remodeled. No wonder it was closed off last year. "Hey, Patty!" I greeted an elderly lady at the register. She had worked here for as long as I could remember. "Hi, honey. It's good to see you back home. I hear you brought home a hottie with you. When can we meet her?" She says, making me lower my head to cover my blush as I chuckled.