Rat Patrol Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I continue, "And, guess what, asshole? Your son, the perfect alpha who fights so well and is so indestructible, hates you too. That's why he loved my father after a one-hour conversation, because that’s more than he's ever talked to you and because my father is the only man who has ever treated him like he’s anything more than a soldier. And, Patricia, I am so disappointed that you have let this guy take care of your son while you live a fabulous life away from him. Because you know what a piece of shit he is and you still let him take care of your son. That's not something a good omega would do." Patricia is crying like a baby, the humans are watching us and I can see tears caught in the Ge

Hard lines, pressed deep enough to scar the parchment. As if someone was angry… or in a hurry. I straighten slowly. “That’s… not right,” I whisper. Liam wouldn’t do this. If he reassigned patrol, he’d rewrite the entry, re-sign it, then date it again. This? The truth is glaring. Someone tampered with this. I flip back a page, then forward. The authorization mark is still there. Untouched. Meaning the patrol was approved before the changes. Alex didn’t volunteer to be alone. Someone made her go down there on her own.

I murmured to no one in particular as I cleaned up the mess I had made with shaky hands. "Where is my father?" he questioned. "He is on a business trip," Patricia replied. "I will be in my room then," he said, rising from his chair. "Wait," Patricia called out, and he halted, staring at her with a frown etched on his face. "Since you don't like people roaming around in your space, I have arranged for a maid to serve you personally," Patricia said, and his frown deepened. Judging from his facial expressions, I could tell Patricia's plan wouldn't work, and the thought of him rejecting her offer made me happy. At least this mate bond wouldn't have a reason to torture me. Not being his personal

Patricia continued to explain as tears streamed down her cheeks. "That's how I ended up in the human city.I'm sorry that it's Fernando who killed your mate because I didn't know about it.I can't deny the fact that he is the father of my son even if I want to.His blood runs through Nico's veins and there is nothing I can do about it.I'm sorry."She apologised and looked away,avoiding to look on our faces. "If our stay here makes you feel betrayed, I will leave the pack immediately when Nico gains consciousness."Patricia informed us and I could tell that she meant whatever she said…

I may not be into him, but feeling that hard body on mine every once in a while, is a treat I have no shame in having. He smiles a devilish grin. I can see his interest is peaked below his Adonis belt. "I have a few more areas to patrol, but I'm sure one of the other guys can cover the rest of my shift. Meet you in an hour?" "See you, tiger." I wink and shift. I watch him shake his head, smiling and run off to complete my patrol. **** I check in with my superior and switch the remainder of my shift with a first-year patroller who needed more time under her belt.

Agent Cole yelled, pointing his index finger at her. Patricia let out a chuckle. “I do respect you because you're the leader of the group, but lives are in danger, and I can't let your immature brain rule. Since you said you are not a liability, I'm going to make you.” Before Agent Cole could react, Patricia shot him in the leg, making him wail in pain.

The room is dimly lit and before I even look at my surroundings, i’m pushed roughly to the floor and I scrap my knee and palm on the Italian rug carpet. The strong scent of lavenders and berries sends Patricia into a frenzy and I'm too weak to push her back down. I look up and my eyes meet Marcel, he doesn't seem bothered that I've been roughly handled by his guards and tears brim my eyes. “Our mate wants us, I can feel it” Patricia says, pacing back and forth in my head. “I wish he dies just like how he killed my father” I answer her.

“Is there something we should know? Did someone approach you? Did anyone ask questions about the pack, the leaders, or Alice?” “No,” Patricia answered quickly. Too quickly. “No, of course not.” James stepped forward, towering over her. “Are you lying?” he asked flatly. Her breathing became heavy. “What? No. Never,” she said. “I love Alice. I love my leaders. I swore loyalty to this pack, and I would never betray it.” She swallowed hard before blurting out, “Besides, Viraj isn’t someone worth being afraid of.” The room instantly turned silent. Patricia’s eyes widened in horror the second the name left her mouth. Her hand flew over her lips too late.

He growled as he turned back around. "This is what I mean. This is why I won't trust you," he snarled. "You appear and disappear like that shit is normal. You mess around in people's heads and keep secrets, but you're still spying in our heads and asking us to trust you. I am done with you." Mr Patrick didn't seem concerned about his anger, which pissed him off more. He turned to walk away. He had a mate to protect, so he had to find a weakness in the patrols. He had no time for games.