Pierce X Ein Novels & Stories

Pierce is crying. "Please, don't die, I'll do anything, so please live!" His broken sobs make me falter and in this moment, he looks like a child. We have already reached this point, so why do I still see similarities between us? We are both prisoners of our own deceptions. I take a few steps back from the edge and sigh. "Do you think I'm going to kill myself? I won't, I want to live," Pierce lurches at me when I am within grabbing distance, yanking me towards him and causing both of us to collapse on the ground, breathless.

Pierce. Shawn Maddox Pierce. Twenty-Five years old with a birthday of October first. A Libra according to the human zodiac, which also mentioned that these men were kind and understanding. Big. Fucking. Surprise. Parents are both deceased. He lives primarily in California and was the running back for the San Francsico Eagles. He sustained a serious injury last year that likely keeps him off the field indefinitely according to his doctors in California. He earned his business degree from Harvard, which they say is an Ivy league school. I slam the file against my desk, hearing the wood splinter beneath it.

No one needed to see a Luna shift into wolf form at a human waterpark. I turned again, panic rising in my throat— “Elena!” I whirled. Pierce stood near the towel return, a bright white linen shirt draped casually over his shoulders, sunglasses perched on his forehead. He looked like he belonged in a damn travel brochure—tanned, relaxed, confident. But I barely registered any of that. “You came!” he said, striding toward me, arms open as if we were old friends. “Welcome! I was just about to head over—my grandson’s dying to meet Aiden. He’s just over—”

Imagining Pierce and Zane in a tabloid together, yeah that would be funny. “Pierce would rather stab himself with a fountain pen than share a bed with Zane. I know for a fact he’s not into men. He and Nero avoided touching each other like they were allergic. Meanwhile, Juarez and Maxwell were practically tangoing.”I said. “Exactly,” Sierra grinned. “Pierce is straighter than your bank notifications.” “I guess you’re right. Maybe I just… don’t feel worthy sometimes. But I am grateful. He’s been good to me.”I said softly

We were alarmed when we all heard a knock on the door. "I'll see who," said Boreas. He opened the door big enough to have his head out and see who is outside. I heard him say something but it was in another language so I failed to understand what was going on. "The elder needs to meet them Boreas." Said the human by the door. Oh, so it wasn't in another language, it just has an accent. I stood up and went to where Boreas is. I opened the door fully and saw a young man who has the wings of a bird. I stared at him, something feels off, he feels magical to me. I was surprised when Zale pulled me towards him.

Then the door whipped open, and Pierce stood on the other side of the threshold, scowling. He was covered in nothing but ink, body hair, and bulging muscle from the waist up. Well-washed jeans hung low on his hips. He dangled the neck of a half-empty beer in one hand. His bare feet were built like the rest of him—big and overwhelmingly masculine. Brea sucked in a silent, shaking breath. “Hi.” “Brea.” His scowl disappeared. “This is a surprise.” How was it possible that his eyes had been on her a handful of seconds and she somehow felt naked?

Everything is so perfect and it's obvious that Pierce spent a lot to make this happen. I looked around the stream of people and I noticed Pierce talking to a few people with a glass of wine in his hand. It was almost like he could feel my presence because he immediately looked towards my direction and his eyes lit up as he left the people he was talking to and marched towards me.

His gaze lingered on people the way someone assessed value, not surface. When his eyes met mine, something flickered—interest, curiosity, recognition. Not desire. Respect. He offered his hand. “Pierce Walker. Sinclair Global.” I smiled, warm and unreadable. “Ava.” Just Ava. “For now,” I thought. Pierce held my gaze a moment longer than necessary. “Pleasure,” he said, like he meant it. Across the table, Liam laughed too loudly, oblivious. As the night wore on, conversation drifted toward partnerships, projections, futures.

Was he worried about me then? “I was more annoyed I couldn’t kill the bastard.” Reuben clears his throat as he puffs out his chest. This Pierce raises an eyebrow to Reuben, a teasing smirk on his face. “You must be Alpha Evelyn. A pleasure to meet you!” His short black hair with a slight long quiff on the top suited his dark green eyes and deep skin tone. His pearly white teeth provided a smile that I’m certain many a female has lost their senses to. “Thank you for your assistance Alpha Pierce. It’s nice to know there are still some gentlemen out there!” I turn on my charm slightly, letting him take my hand and kiss the back of it.

Elena, somewhere out there in the dark, is waiting for him. Pierce closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then another. Then another. He couldn't afford to break down again. Couldn't afford to let anyone see him like this. He had to be strong. Had to be the foundation everyone else could lean on. Even if it killed him. Pierce got out of the car and walked inside. Abel was waiting in the living room, a cup of coffee in his hands, his eyes knowing and sad. "Better?" Abel asked quietly.