Peter Hale Novels & Stories

“And more specifically, what the Hell's going on? What the hell did they do? Or is it one?” “Rogues. They've been roaming around too close, looking, searching, as if waiting for something to happen.” Alessandro replied, quick and clipped. “Two sightings near the east perimeter. Patrol brought one down, the other escaped. The body’s in the courtyard. It’s… not clean. I don't know how to explain it better than this.” “Not clean?” I asked, trying to process what he was saying. “I believe that the best way to it would be through words. You know, you can use your mouth to speak.”

The kind of place people visited to have conversations they didn't want interrupted. I spotted the investigator first. He sat near a window, pretending to read something on his phone. Giving me space. Watching. Waiting. Then I saw the man. Daniel Hale. He looked older than I expected. Late fifties. Maybe early sixties. Grey beginning to take over his dark hair. Tired eyes. The eyes of someone who carried old memories. He looked up as I approached. Immediately recognizing me. "Aaron Briggs." I stopped beside the table. "Mr. Hale."

“I’m guessing Caleb hasn’t told you about me then?” the woman asked, Cassandra’s puzzled expression gave her the answer she needed, she laughed, but it lacked any mirth to it, “I’m Gayle, the real Alpha bitch of this pack, the one who has been keeping Caleb’s bed warm before your wretched self came into this compound and the one who is going to drag you out of here by your hair once I cure Caleb of whatever spell you’ve cast on him.”

The ache in his chest grew worse with every passing day. The next morning, they returned to the northern border—defeated but not broken. Alexandro stood in his war chamber, soaked but silent. His commanders waited nearby, but he waved them off. He needed time to think. To plan. Searching for Serena in the vast ocean had proven futile. And if this path was failing, he had to consider the next most logical lead: Valerian. His gut told him that the pirate abduction wasn’t random. The precision, the use of silver, the timing—it all felt too planned. Too calculated. And who better to orchestrate such a move than Valerian?

“Jonathan Hale.” The silence that follows is thick. “That’s not possible,” Liam says slowly. “Hale was listed as a consultant. He vanished from records years ago.” “Not from mine,” I reply. My hands curl into fists. I can still see the signature. Clean. Confident. Like he knew the world would bend around him. “He was there the day they told me I had no choice,” I continue. “He watched me sign. He said nothing. Just nodded. Like he was approving a purchase.”

Nico’s POV Adrian’s report arrived before sunrise. I hadn’t slept. The photograph remained on my desk, turned facedown because every time I looked at it, I imagined my hands around Ethan Hale’s throat. Adrian entered carrying a thick folder and placed it in front of me. Leon followed, although no one had invited him. “Ethan Alexander Hale,” Adrian began. “Thirty-two. Chief executive of Hale International. Hotels, private resorts, property development, and logistics holdings across the United States and Europe.”

Thirty-five. At forty-three minutes the private elevator chimed. I had a heavy crystal paperweight in my hand when the doors opened. Jax stepped out alone, a black external hard drive and a disassembled exterior camera housing in his hands. A thin cut marked his left cheekbone. His shirt was torn at the shoulder. “It wasn’t Richard in the unit,” he said. “It was Hale. Private investigator on retainer. He had a laptop, two external drives, and a live feed to a cloud account. I took everything that mattered. The rest of the setup is permanently offline.”

"You found him?" I nodded, but my attention had already moved across the room to someone who Adonis was now speaking to. I didn't know the person but I already had a bad feeling about him. I didn't know if it was paranoia because of what I overheard earlier. Gregor followed my gaze. "You're looking at Hale." I glanced at Gregor briefly before looking back at the man. "Who is he?" "Baltimore Hale. He's been doing business with the family for years."

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 sat down slowly. “He’s starting to think.” “Is that dangerous?” Peter smiled faintly. “No. It’s actually good.” His subordinate hesitated for a few seconds before finally speaking again. “But there’s one more thing, sir.” Peter raised his eyes. “Your name has started appearing in several old transaction trails connected to the Blackwood company.” Peter’s expression sharpened slightly. “Who found it?” “Not the police.” “Then who?” The man took a slow breath. “Darius Harrington.”