Peter Gwen Novels & Stories

He kisses my shoulder and stands, sliding out of me. “You know I wouldn’t be calling you if it wasn’t,” I hear Quirin say. I crawl onto the bed while Henry turns and sits beside me. I move behind him, wrapping my arms around him while I listen in, making sure nothing is wrong in our pack. “Do you know an Alpha Peter, Henry?” Henry growls. “Peter Moore? Patrick’s younger brother?” he asks, looking at me. “I just got off the phone with Wendy and Hacker. Apparently, Peter is the one who was planning to buy Piper.”

Peter added, with a half-smile plastered on his face. I gasped. How sad and unfortunate it was! “Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. But I was glad she’s not here.” Justine frowned. “Where is she?” “She’s in London,” he replied to Justine, chuckling. “A UK citizen huh?” Peter shrugged at him. “You could say that man,” he then averted his gaze to me and threw me a question. “You work at TDEX?”

Contrasting with Peter, who was supposedly out of town and wouldn't return anytime soon, Brian conveyed a sense of urgency. Personally, I harboured a desire to meet Peter, though articulating the exact reasons proved elusive. Our interaction had been limited to a single video call with Brian, yet the intrigue persisted, perhaps fueled by his personality or physical appeal. Strikingly, Peter resembled Brian so closely that I initially mistook him for Brian's twin during the video call, only to discover later that they were not related.

Peter had gotten them their invites. As they closed in on Peter, they saw who he had been talking animatedly with from a distance. It was none other than Erik Wilson the author. Erik was an average human with a clean shaven head and light brown eyes. He wore a transparent pair of glasses, a pair of dark blue jeans and white fitted long sleeve shirt. "Peter!" Tiffany called, showing up in his eyes. "Tiffany! Stephanie! Glad you guys could make it. I was just telling Mr Erik here about us Tiffany," Peter said, hugging both ladies.

The wig was gorgeous, though, a rainbow of colours in pastels under a layer of platinum blonde. Her phone rang. Megan. “Hey,” Emily said putting the phone to her ear automatically. “Uh ah,” Peter rescued her face and took the phone from her hand, selecting the speaker with technological expertise that was impressive considering his nails. “Speaker, girl, speaker.” “Okay, Peter,” Emily said apologetically. “Peter?” Megan asked. “At the moment,” Peter replied, fluttering his eyelashes. “You may call me God.” “Peter,” Emily giggled. “It is my sister. You are on speaker, Meg. I am getting done for a shoot.”

Both Mark and Christine greeted, they bowed their heads when they stood before Peter. Peter nodded his head before opening his mouth to speak. “Thank you for attending the party. However, may I know who you are?" Peter appreciated their greeting before asking them the question. Even though he knew who Mark was, he acted like he didn't since he hadn't met Mark before for him to know who he is. "I'm Mark Johnson, the CEO of the Johnson Corporations and this is my fiance- Christine Carter." Mark introduced himself and Christine to Peter. “Carter? Is it the same Carter family?" Peter asked again.

A high-resolution photo of Peter stared back—his expression icy, his silver eyes piercing through the paper. Klein Peter Draven, 33 years old. The true shadow-power behind the Draven Pack. After years in the Northern Territories expanding their reach, he returned to the Cheshire Lands days ago. His focus is now the domestic pack market. "What’s the play, Dad?" I asked, keeping my voice flat.

I smirk "...and sure enough, not to one of your exes" I smile, contentedly at her and turn to Peter. "So, Peter, You now an electrical engineer like you always wanted?" He nods and I smile, my first genuine smile since I got here. I'm happy for him. It was always his dream to be an engineer. "He is. And he works for a top company too...Grace Manufactures and Holdings...the biggest in New York" Molly beams, proudly, reminding me of her presence. GMH? I've heard that before. Then a bulb in my head flicks on...

she said. "It's beautiful" she spoke. Christopher walked out of the closet, wearing a short and top. He was drying his wet hair with a towel. "Good evening Mr Croydon" Gwen greeted. "Hello Gwen. I'm surprised to see you here" Christopher raised his left eyebrows. Gwen knew she wasn't supposed to be here. She hurriedly brought out her phone and played the recording. They heard everything, including Peter's confession. Michelle covered her mouth. "That's the evidence we have been looking for. Gwen! Do you know what you've done?" Christopher asked.

"Oh, hi there." "Hi," Gwen greeted him back, her green eyes locking onto him. "You must be the werewolf who completely shifted right on the hockey rink during that fight with Yates." Finn cleared his throat, looking a little embarrassed. "Uh, yeah. That was me." "Just so you know, I completely fainted at the sheer sight of it at the time, but I'm totally fine now. I'm already getting used to you guys turning into wolves," she said casually. "I'm Gwen Casteel, by the way." She extended her hand toward him.