Schmidt 29 Novels & Stories

“Remi! I found him!” “Who Jade?” “My mate! It’s Beta Taylor Williams!” “Is that a good thing?” “Yes! He’s fucking hot!” Jade laughed. “I’m happy for you both Jade!” Screaming over the music. Taylor always seemed nice. He was very tall, not as tall as Alpha Wyatt but close. He has teal eyes and really blonde hair. Jade found her mate and he’s good looking an nice, so I’m relieved she was blessed by the moon goddess. Jade is an Omega, so his rank is a good thing as well for Jade. I hope my mate is kind and handsome as well. Whenever I do find him, if I get lucky soon after I turn 18.

Abi whispered. "He can still hear you and he's 23," I chuckled. "Oooh someone that can buy alcohol," Charlotte said with a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes. Of course, that would be the first thing to cross Charlotte's mind. "Yeah, I wouldn't get your hopes up on that one," I said, "He's a major parent." Charlotte frowned before picking up two of the glasses as Abi got the other. "Sorry, Mr 23-year-old no beer. My parents would slaughter me," Abi joked, cautiously passing Leo a glass before retreating to the sofa furthest from him.

The uniformed woman stood between us, her face set in determination. "Let him go," I rasped, pushing myself to my feet. "The child is coming with us," she said flatly. "No," a new voice cut through the chaos. "He is not." We all turned. Standing at the top of the aircraft stairs, silhouetted against the bright tarmac lights, was Dr. Ingrid Schmidt. Lanc's psychiatrist from Switzerland. She held a tablet in her hands, her expression severe and unyielding. Sterling, who had been seated further back in the cabin, stood up, his face a thundercloud. "Dr. Schmidt? What is the meaning of this? This is a private medical transfer."

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he is more feral. It’s best to keep your distance.” I watched as Emery’s wolf laid down on the ground and lowered his head completely. He turned his neck so that is was exposed to us. Nick walked around to our side and grabbed Dalton’s shoulder, “He’s a natural, man! He is already acquainted with his wolf. I have never seen a newly shifted adolescent be as aware as him.” I continued to stare at Emery. Dalton released me as I gave him a weary glance, “His name is Skoll. He wants you to pet him if you feel comfortable.” He pushed me towards Emery’s wolf gently. I tiptoed slowly to the beautiful black and white wolf and noted the swirls of black that intricately melted into the snow white colo

It was now or never, and I wasn’t going to be wasting any more time than necessary. The puzzle needed fitting and I wasn’t going to stop until I got everything done, and that was going to be harder than I would want it to be if I didn’t react now, quietly, and as fast as I could have it happening. “Let’s go, we have an Alpha to make a bargain with. And hopefully, a grandfather beta, who I think would be more than a little happy to know that his granddaughter will no longer be an omega in the fucker’s pack…”

While Zara was thinking about what to do, there was a gentle tap on her table. She followed the hand with its clear-cut knuckles up to Stanley's smiling face. He looked smart today with his new silver glasses and matching chain. Zara was a bit taken aback. She closed her documents and sat up straight. "Professor Schmidt, what are you doing here? Did you come to get Salty Fries for Ms. Schmidt again? "By the way, those Salty Fries you gave me last time were a hit in the office. Thanks a lot." "I should've bought more. One serving wasn't enough, was it?" he replied.

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

Ten minutes later, the office door opened, causing the group to turn. "Miss West, have you finished transcribing the speech I asked for?" Mr. Schmidt inquired, stepping out of the office with a folder in his hand and scanning some papers. "I need it before you leave." He paused, noticing the group staring at him in silence. "Who is this?" "Oscar Samuels. The former CEO," the man of mixed race introduced himself, extending his hand. "Stefan Schmidt," the German said, shaking hands. "Ah... you must be the one on leave. Your return is not too far off, is it?"

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