Rachel Brockman Novels & Stories

"And who are you to dictate what I can say?" Rachel straightened to her full height. "Rachel Woods, heiress to the Woods Auto Repair territory and enterprises. And if tomorrow you find out Isabella isn't your daughter, I wonder how your wolf will change its tune." Mike stepped forward, defensive. "What would you know about our family?" "I know enough," Rachel countered coldly. "And should Caleb be harmed in any way by this procedure, I will dissolve all territory agreements and partnerships between my family pack and the Stone Pack immediately."

The channel glitched and then froze. And suddenly Rachel's face emerged on each screen. Damien's Point of View She commandeered the airwaves. Local. Digital. Even worldwide. Rachel Monroe is sitting in front of a pristine white background, her hair neatly styled and her voice calm. Too calm. "I was silent for too long," she said. "But it's time the world hears the truth… from me." Ava and I exchanged looks. Liam held his soft toy more tightly, thinking something was awry. Rachel continued.

It led up to a narrow and dimly lit corridor. Rachel finally stopped and turned to face her. “I wrote that note.” “Yeah, I figured. But why?” Leah asked with a puzzled expression. Rachel heaved a sigh. “Because I know what they're doing to you and I too have been a victim of their games.” “What?” Leah's breath caught and her eyes grew wider. “I came here two years ago.” Racheal began, her voice low and steady. “I was desperately in need of a job because we needed the money back home. Everything was going well. I just cleaned the mansion, followed orders, and stayed quiet. But then..”

Jacob’s POV The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it. I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that. She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

Andrea smiled despite herself. The woman held out one of the cups. “Coffee peace offering?” “Oh, thank you.” “I’m Rachel.” She pointed toward the middle row of desks. “I sit over there, which unfortunately means I hear Harrington complain about spreadsheets at least four times a day.” Andrea laughed softly for the first time that morning. Rachel leaned against the edge of the desk slightly. “First day?” “Is it that obvious?” “You’ve reread the same slide six times.” Andrea groaned quietly. “Was it that obvious too?”

“Who are you?” She smiles faintly. “Someone who’s been trying to finish what your brother started.” She gestures to the chair by the desk. “Sit.” I don’t move. She sighs. “I’m not your enemy.” “That’s what everyone says,” I reply. “Fair,” she admits. “My name is Rachel Monroe. Internal Affairs.” The words hit me hard. “You’re lying,” I say automatically. “If I were lying,” she says evenly, “you’d already be in cuffs.”

Rachel said furiously, "If you can't control yourself, take a day off tomorrow! Don't drag me down!" "I understand…" Kenzia was still relying on Rachel to protect her if anything was to go wrong. Realizing that Rachel was infuriated, she hurriedly tried to appease her. "Rachel, I have to congratulate you in advance. You have succeeded in defeating Anastacia. After tomorrow, there will be no Anastacia in Wolf Corporation." Rachel smiled coldly, "Who is she even that I have to take her into consideration? Isn't it logical and a piece of cake that I've defeated her?"

The whole living room was quiet in an instant, and everyone looked at Rachel with shock. Rachel angrily pointed at Hazel. She yelled, “Hazel, what’s wrong with you! I have raised you for so many years, and I need to watch you massage some woman? Another woman blatantly grabs for your boyfriend, and you still bear it? Who taught you to endure so much?!” Hazel was lost when she suddenly realized that she had overlooked something. She had been worried about what Caroline said, but she forgot that her mother, Rachel, was a policewoman. Her observation was meticulous. Rachel saw it earlier but did not say anything, she wanted to see more.

BROCK “Damn, we must be the first ones here,” I say as I pull up to the curb in front of the Stillwater packhouse and cut the engine. True to his word, Gray called a council meeting the day after I returned from Denver. This time, though, we’ve got a few others joining us in addition to the council- Brooke and Quinn, because they’re leading the charge with IT these days, Astrid, because she’s our connection to our Denver allies and has the most information about the shadow pack through her visions, and Fallon, because she wasn’t about to sit this one out while everyone else’s mates participated. Jared’s on the council as my beta, but he had some business to attend to, so he told Astrid and I

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean she has caused so much damage. Will she actually help us?" I shared the same look that Braxton had on. We were both anxiously waiting for them to enlighten us, but I had a feeling I knew who they were talking about. "Uh...do either of you want to explain what you are talking about?" Braxton said, clearly irritated. Thane and Natalie both shared a look before Thane answered. "Martha Campbell has the knowledge that we require." I saw Braxton smile. "Well then we are in luck!"