Paul Walter Hauser Novels & Stories

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

I frowned when Jeremy looked away. "Please don't leave right now. We know it's all hard to take in but we promise we're not the bad guys. Just stay until the reception is over and I promise your entire family will be back to Texas safely." Helena persisted. "I don't consider you the bad folks. My brain can't wrap around the new information it just discovered. My best friends for years are werewolves and I never noticed anything strange." He shook his head and looked between all of us. "Listen, I don't mean to be rude, but Aaron. This rat is getting annoying!" I turned around to find Dave clinging onto Christian's arm. Christian clearly looked annoyed with how many times he pushed Dave away.

I asked him, noticing his hesitation as his eyes darted between Sharma and me. "You mean that psychopath of a butler? The bald-headed assassin?" Sharma's words took me by surprise, and her apparent anger was hard to ignore. "Yeah, your butler wasn't who you thought he was. He attacked me last night and tried to kill me. Can you believe that?" She chuckled, leaving me baffled as I turned to Ryan, expecting an explanation. "She is right, Alpha Hawthorne," Ryan confirmed, echoing Sharma's allegations. Despite the evidence presented, I found it difficult to believe what I was hearing.

Despite them not really knowing about us being wolves, the fact that she had a lover over her husband was enough to have others putting a question mark. “If it isn’t our famous Pakhan and his beloved maiden” Andreas Garcia, one of the Mexican partners we had. The man was an heir of the Garcia family, and not only was he arrogant, but he was one of the men who had helped with spreading the rumors of the scandal that happened in hopes to benefit from them.

I moved down the aisle, spotted an empty seat halfway down the row and made for it, sliding into it fast, dropping my bag by my feet, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear as I pulled out my notebook like I had been here all along. “I don’t appreciate lateness.” The voice snapped across the room and sent a jolt straight through me. My eyes went to the front of the class and then I froze. Standing there, one hand in his pocket, looking directly at me was the last person I ever expected to see behind a professor’s desk. Art fucking Wilson.