Rainn Wilson Novels & Stories

"It seems as though one of you are working with the Alpha of Vengeance. Alpha Kaden." My gaze skims over their faces. Plenty of them have half their faces covered by dark cloth, that I've come to realise is a part of their uniform. The problem with that, is that I can't seen their expressions to tell if they are guilty. All of them cast their gazes to the floor as respect. "Whoever you are, I suggest you comes forward, as your life's in danger," Rylan says coolly. His attitude it intriguing; as he addresses them without a slip in his indifference.

Most of them didn't notice the small girl, but the few that did lost their lives to Killian. I barreled into the brush of the forest, snapping twigs and crunching leaves under my bare feet. I was too full of adrenaline to feel the sharp stones grazing the pads of my feet, or the whip-like twigs gliding across my arms and face. My hearing sharpened and I could hear Damien stumbling clumsily through the forest. "Fucking coward." Sierra snarled, "Leaving his own people behind to finish a war he started." "He won't start any more wars after this." The ferocity in my tone matched Sierra's perfectly.

Mike smiled up at me. “I need you to keep Lynn with you. You are her protection.” Oh hell no, is this what he wanted me to do, protection duty. “What are you playing at Mike? I will help you deal with Joseph but I am not keeping that woman with me and protecting her. Forget it.” Mike glared at me and I glared right back. He had me fucked up if he thought I was doing this, I’m not a guard dog. I am Jensen Daniels, the biggest name in New York aside from Joseph King.

David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt. He’s a quick-witted guy, with lots of tattoos and piercings thought in his trooper uniform. He wasn’t wearing any of those piercings, and I could only see a hint of the tattoos on his neck. “An attack?" I furrowed my brow. “I didn’t hear anything,” I shrugged.

A the hotty, Ryan Damison walking in the corridor with the undernourished Raj, our department's head. Raj looks like a skinny matchstick while Ryan looks like a huge, thick matchbox. And looks hot, just like a freshly baked muffin coming right away from the oven. His chiseled jawline accentuates his sculpted face that is worth drooling. I want to save his face on my phone’s wallpaper. His shoulders are bulky and broad, muscularly squared and his sturdy hands are in the pocket of his navy blue pants, which remind of yesterday's incident. I hope I didn’t burn Hotty’s balls.

Caius asked, making small talk. “Tristan, Rex, and Kit had business with another pack. To help save the Omega, this wolf almost killed.” Rixa pointed at Brody. “Wow, hostel much?” Brody exclaimed. “It’s a rough world.” Rixa laughed.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Rainn looked around but didn't see Liam anywhere. Apparently, he was still mad that he wasn't eligible this year, but he had really hoped that he would at least show up for him. All he could do was continue to hope that his brother would show up at some point during the trials. The first part of the testing was hand-to-hand combat. They paired everyone off and the winners of each match would fight each other until there was one left. This didn't bother Rainn in the least, as he had fought with all these men before and knew that he could take them. His first fight was an easy one. Oscar was the son of the head of the council. He didn’t like to fight, and Rainn didn’t even think that Oscar rea

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I want to express the words, but emotion is forcing them down. Grayson pulled away, holding my shoulders back so he could look at me. Reilly never hit me once. No one did. That's not what I was there for, so I could tell that Grayson was relieved to see no marks on me. "What happened? Why? Who do I have to kill?" His questions came at me like wild fire, and I had to take a moment to assess what to tell him. "A man I used to work with. His name is Reilly. He wanted me to be apart of his stupid uprising," I tell him. Grayson's face immediately darkens.