Rodrick Novels & Stories

a Yutarian Warrior asked the people around him. "I'll go!" A Yutarian Warrior in traditional robes stood up and exclaimed, "The Wilderness Scimitars admire his skills greatly. My name is Rodrigo Vertmen. I look forward to learning from Mr. Ballard."

Roy deadpanned. Rodrigo looked heavenward. His twin brother, Roy, younger than him by ten minutes, was giving him a hard time, as usual. Roy was known for throwing parties at the drop of a hat, while Rodrigo was known for mostly not attending said parties. Yet, Roy couldn’t and wouldn’t be deterred. He’d made it his mission in life to include Rodrigo in every facet of his life.

“My stomach dropped. James’s expression turned serious. “Whatever is happening between you and Alpha Adrian… you should end it now, Rox. You don’t want that kind of trouble.” The bell rang, cutting off any reply. We stood and regrouped. Jack and the other alphas,except Adrian,waited at the front. One of them stepped forward: a tall man with his hair tied in a man bun and a neatly trimmed goatee. “Now that most of you have gotten the hang of the single-leg lateral hops with the bear hug,” he said, scanning our tired faces, “we’ll move on to the next exercise. He offered a small smile. “In case you forgot, I’m Liam, Alpha of the Moonlight Pack.”

Draco traded a flustered glance with Alfos before turning their gazes back to Rodrik. "Could you speak in simple, straightforward terms?" Draco pressed. Rodrik gave a sharp nod. It was a wonder his neck didn't break in the process. "May the Creator be blessed, my lord," Rodrik rattled, brown teeth flashing in Draco's face. "My lord, Edrand Thraegastis Rahl, is your second chance mate..." Draco's grip on Rodrik's biceps loosened. He stepped back, shocked. The males in the room slipped into shock and gasps. TBC.

Rodrigo's POV There is nothing different from last time. Same car. Same driver. Same pickup point. Same sinking feeling sitting like a rock in my stomach. The only difference now is that I have a face to attach to the nightmare. Rodrigo. That’s his name. Funny how finally knowing someone’s name somehow makes them even more intimidating. Before, he was just some rich asshole with a mansion and zero respect for lube. Now he’s Rodrigo — the rich asshole with a mansion and zero respect for lube.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

“Yes, he has changed his clothes and feels oddly at home suddenly. Where did you meet him, I don't think he's her sibling.” I nodded, “He is just a little twat we found on our way here. Don't worry about him, he will return home in a few days.” Ava sighed, she picked a fruit from my plate and bit into it. “ You met Geralt, things didn't really end well the last time we met him. He knocked out Rodrick and Nia.” “Who is Rodrick?” I asked. “The commander of the Blue lake pack. He is one stupid lad, he made sure to cause trouble before leaving.” Ava stated.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Lorenzo suddenly said my name in a dark tone, and I pulled myself together, knowing I had to wake up and act. My attention went to the older man who pinned me with a strange look. “A very beautiful Omega, no doubt.” He smiled like he was relaxed, but I felt like I was standing in front of a dangerous snake. “I’m Patriarch Leandro Vasiliev. If you get tired of your Alpha’s bad mood, you’re welcome in my pack.” He said it like it was a joke, and Lorenzo answered with a low, dangerous warning growl that made my skin go tight.

I noticed that she had two smaller bags as well. “What’s in these?” I asked, pointing to the smaller bags. “One is my camera and all the extra equipment, the other is my computer and stuff” She answered. I picked up both bags and slung them over my shoulder and started walking. I was hoping she was following. She wasn’t, because when I turned around I saw Brady introducing her to Nick our other guitarist, Eli our bass player, and Trevor our drummer. I watched as Trevor gave her one of his massive bear hugs. I love the guy, he is like a brother to me. Kyaria was lost in him. He is a massive guy.