Rj Kane Novels Novels & Stories

Andrew Kane (POV) "Come and sit," I patted the empty space beside me on the sofa. I had moved to the center of the room which was surrounded by shelves full of books, books on history and current books. Some on the strength and weaknesses of the past Alpha's and some on health issues. The smell of the old books always finds a way to calm my nerves and have control over my heart as it possesses power in itself. That's why I prefer spending more time and working here.

’ As usual, we got settled in the conference room and it wasn’t much different from the first one except for a large glass window that gave a beautiful view of Moonstone. The air was cooler and more light bulbs were present because this was on the darker of the packhouse. Maids served drinks as we waited for the third letter to arrive. Kane came in late—looking like he hadn’t slept all night—and was still in his pajama pants but with a white singlet over his chest. He looked at me when he noticed I was staring but I glared, receiving a sexy smirk from him. Cannon was missing his business style because he wore a white shirt with the first two buttons loosened and a blue blazer over it, with w

This is the stillness of a man whose worst fear has just been handed a name and a location and a timestamp. Kane. Younger than me. Easier than me. A man who exists in rooms without armor because he has never needed armor, who laughs with his whole face, who works for her father and has no debt to collect and no fifteen years of damage sitting between him and the simplest version of wanting her. I sit with the report for two hours.

The two cupped her up, kissing her one after the other before carrying her deep inside their bedroom; of course, it's to catch up on things. On the other side, Jake and Grace are now back together managing the Rumez together. They have fucked themselves to understanding once more and life can't be more sweeter. But the sweet Jake never knew that Brian had become his wife playing fuck, and she disciplines him once in a while. Kane have returned to the charm domain to manage it and ever since no one heard from him again. The End.

I hated Kane Ravenwood before I ever spoke to him. The ruthless captain of the Ravens Hockey Team ruined my brother’s career and turned our family into campus gossip. Everyone worships him like a king, but I know the monster beneath the crown. Arrogant. Violent. Untouchable. So when he suddenly asks me to fake date him to save his reputation after a scandal, I should’ve said no. Instead, I made a deal with the devil. Now he’s everywhere. Touching me. Watching me. Controlling who talks to me. Calling me like he already owns me. The worst part? The fake relationship doesn’t feel fake anymore. Because behind his cruel smirk and bloodstained knuckles is a broken boy hid

As Hayley slept comfortably in Kane's room, he was busy in his office. Going through emails sent to him from another pack about the rogue wolves that are still on the loose. After responding, Kane turned to stare out the window, to watch as the rain poured down. He had always enjoyed the rain, because it brought him calm, and even with that. It always brought on a raging erection, but he smiled to himself, knowing that h know had a mate he could bury it in.

He had won before the battle had even begun. … Kane’s note was short. I will find my own path. Jane read it over and over, her fingers gripping the paper tightly. The tent around her was dimly lit, the muffled sounds of battle outside making her stomach churn. Kane was gone. He had vanished without a trace, leaving only these five words behind. She wanted to scream. Instead, she slammed her fist onto the wooden table, causing the ink bottle beside it to tip over, black liquid spilling across maps and war plans. “Damn it, Kane.”

Its words seemed to pulse, accusing every man in the room. Kane paced slowly around the table, his boots clicking against the marble floor. “Men vanish. Families disappear. Squads fail to report. And yet no one here sees it. No one knows who whispers to Cross.” He stopped abruptly, slamming his fist onto the message. “One of you does.” The room froze. Rourke Under Fire Kane’s eyes locked on Rourke first. “You,” he spat. “Always too loud, too quick to anger. Did you think I wouldn’t notice the way your men hesitate now? The way they look to you before they look to me?”

I said. “Well, I started skimming through all of them to try and find something. I haven’t read them all. But when you were talking about your brothers, I knew that was the most likely place that you would be.” He explained. “And you brought these books with you to start reading them in full?” I asked. “I saw Calvin’s name mentioned. I guess I wanted to know all the details before I killed him.” Kane said, looking away. I handed him back the book and looked straight ahead.

Kane was everything Robertson could never be. Jayson Reynolds. And his father. That cold, manipulative bastard who looked at me once and saw through me like glass. There was something deeper between him and Kane, some buried tie wrapped in silence and scars. And it frightened me. Then there was Kelly. Kane’s own brother. The man who smiled like a wolf in a suit and claimed he’d take the empire Kane had built. Who offered warnings to enemies like he was some noble prophet, all while circling like a vulture.