Scott Mccall Pack Novels & Stories

The kind of man who liked being admired more than being loved. Not that it mattered to Arial. I’d caught her more than once ogling magazines with his half-naked pictures on the cover. His low-slung pants, that smug grin, and abs carved like they’d been sculpted by the Moon Goddess herself. Back then, he’d been a model. But after he inherited his father’s title, Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack, he’d traded the runway for the throne. The first car to stop was a sleek black Mustang. Alpha Jake stepped out…The Moon Howl Pack’s Alpha is from the western territory, just three hours away.

“They’re desperate. Sloppy. Which tells me others know now too.” My jaw tightens. “How much did you tell her?” “Enough to keep her alert, but not enough to scare her.” Smart. Fang’s always known how to protect without smothering. I stare out the window at my men below where Reaper is tuning an engine, Asmodeus laughing with one of the prospects, Viking leaning against a pillar like an ancient god bored with mortals. My pack. My responsibility. And suddenly, maybe more than that. “Talk to me,” I say. “You don’t call me in the middle of the night just to vent.”

This was really a sour topic for her. I shrugged in response because I was very bad at guessing. “It was a sex video of Scott and I in the woods. Turns out she sent that to Scott too and that was after we broke up because he eventually found his mate at that year's Ceremony Of Mate. Patricia threatened to send the video to every single pack member in all 12 packs and tarnish my Image if Scott didn’t agree to fuck her the way he fucked me,” Maggie said and a lone tear dropped from her eyes.

"Who do you think they'll side with?" Silence. A dead silence. "Now, if there's nothing else, I'm hanging up." "Wait!" he yelled. "We can negotiate! I can compensate you!" "Compensate me?" I sneered. "With what? What does your pack have left?" "I..." He was speechless. "No wards, no Font of Power, no magic reserves," I listed them off. "Right now, your pack is nothing." "Lyra, please," his voice started to crack. "The pack is in a panic. The children are crying. The elders are praying. I can't just watch them..."

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur

Lucy’s POV I stood in the doorway, watching as Scott, Marvela, and Darian prepared to leave. A mix of emotions swirled inside me as I thought about the week that had passed since the wedding. Their aunt had given Scott just a week to move to Moonstruck, and it had been a whirlwind of activity, with preparations for their move to the Moonstruck pack, where he would finally take on his role as alpha.

We walk out into the hall as Rich and Helm walk toward the room. “Here we got you two something,” Rich says. “We knew that neither of you had left that room in the last six hours. Your father is talking with our grandfathers about everything that happened. As far as we can tell Scott has left your territory and went to his cousin's pack.” Helm states. “Do we have any idea why he would tell Emerald all that shit?” I ask. “No, but I do know that when she was 14 that Scott’s uncle who was the alpha of that rogue pack was looking for her. I am not sure why but he was. Scott's cousin Ryder is the Alpha now.” Rich says.

Allie pleaded, her hand resting on his chest, trying to pull him back. Scott didn't move for three long seconds. He kept his gaze locked on Remo’s. Finally, he pulled the weapon back, tucking it into the holster at his small of back with a flick of his wrist. Remo smiled at him, completely unfazed, "Welcome to Chicago, Mancini. Hope you brought some thicker skin. It gets chilly here." "Nice to see you too, Scott," I said, stepping forward to break the war.

He winks at me, and for a fleeting moment, I feel a spark of camaraderie… something more than just the bond of being thrown together. Tjeck's pack house, a repurposed relic of an old abandoned school, exudes a unique charm that speaks of its storied past. Its high walls loom around the property, a silent sentinel standing guard against the outside world, with only a single, sturdy gate offering passage. As we step through that gate, the two guards stationed there nod respectfully to KC, their presence a reminder of the pack's vigilance.

he asked setting me aside as he pulled out our already packed bags, I took a deep breath and nodded my head, after yesterdays’ beating Scott was so hurt he decided we were leaving the pack, well we were basically escaping since it was illegal not to mention disrespectful to leave without telling our alpha, he would probably kill us if he found out. Scott began loading our bags into the truck, we had to be out of here before lunch ime finished or else we’d be doomed. As Scott loaded the bags I went to one of the kitchen cabinets and saw that I had almost left my blades behind, I took the whole pouch opening it to admire its contents, I may not be a shifter but one day I would be really good a