Sean Westover Novels & Stories

“The rules are we share. That’s it. What’s yours is ours, brother.” Before Keane could make a rebuttal, the door opened again, and Beau stepped in, closing it behind him and then turning the lock three times, just like he always did. Diagnosed with a severe form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, not even the meds took away all the symptoms. We loved him anyway. “What’s the problem in here, gentlemen?” he asked. “I could hear shouting down the hall.” “Keane met the new intake,” I said. “But he’s trying to claim her for himself.”

Sean got straight to the point and told Simon his plan. "Infiltrate it?" Simon felt a sense of wariness. He said, "Are you planning to go on your own?" "Yes." Sean nodded. "If there are too many people, there'll be more danger of exposure." "Besides, the Xenoses have a strict security system. If they really are concealing a descendant of the Eastwood Clan, an expert would be exposed at once because of the energy they give off." Sean had previously sent members of the Dark Web to investigate the relationship between Martin and Willow, but they had been obstructed by a mysterious force.

Leo laughed, "At least we only had Silas tonight." "It's 6 am. Cato will be up and demanding breakfast soon," I said getting up and stumbling into the kitchen. "That kid certainly has an appetite," Leo replied. "He's grown about an inch in the last month. That's probably why," I said. "I should get up too," Leo said, "I've got to be at the base at 7 am." I looked at him and furrowed my eyebrows, "Why?" "I realised in Seattle my men need more gun training," he replied. "We need to be as good as Martinez's men who have been using guns since before they could walk."

He had been young and volatile then, and had tethered on losing his pack. Today, he was hoping to get judgment against Alejandro and the realities were far different from what they had been on his first rodeo. "Alpha Caleb of the Duncan Pack…" the head of the council, and the oldest werewolf in North America, Alpha Edward, bellowed, "...you stand before us, to present testimony against the Rogue Were Alejandro Corona, I understand that there will be two other Alphas present here, to corroborate your testimony."

“Regardless of what you telling me, it's not going to leave this bedroom.” “These walls have ears, and if you think that anything that you say is not known to others, you are very wrong. This place is not a place for you to mess around or to think that you have the privacy or the silence or solitude. Everything they you say is heard. Every move that you make is calculated and one mistake can end up being fatal.” She said, almost like a warning. But then she chose to continue. “The war. His father. The betrayal. This place. Take your pick. Nolan’s always been... composed, sharp, focused, but he used to be human under all of that. Now? I’m not sure he even remembers what softness feels like. I

Helen and Gina both gasped and turned toward Sean, presuming that he had done it since he was the only one who had ties to the governor's office. Leo Grayson was the kingpin of West City, but he was killed? However, it made sense since it would be no issue for the governor's office. Sean smiled awkwardly, noticing their stares. "I just told them to do as they see fit. I didn't expect them to go that far." He felt awkward even as he talked as well—he had to make up countless lies just to make up for one silly remark he made ages ago! "See?! Mr. Wesley has done so much for you!" Gina shot Helen a scornful look just then—how could she be so stubborn?

TIMOTHY I sat with all the other higher ups in the breeder auction room, wondering a little how my life got to this point. I was the 21-year-old Alpha to the Dark Moon pack in North West America, and I've spent 5 years and countless resources trying to find my mate. So, instead of wasting more time and money, I've settled on a breeder, at my father's request because he wants to see his grandchildren to me.

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

He had enough money to last ten lifetimes. So why did he feel like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into the unknown? His fists clenched. He had spent his life being the strongest, the deadliest. But this... this craving for something permanent? This desire for something deeper, something true? It terrified him. And Kane Shawn had never been afraid of anything.

I instructed. "I'm on it. Now for the girl. The one you're not interested in,” he snickered. He quickly stopped when I growled. "Okay. Be broody about it. Aurelia Faith Christian is a sixteen-year-old from Eugene, Oregon. A B+ student, despite her age, will be a senior in the fall. She's on the debate and girls’ lacrosse teams at school and has multiple trophies from equestrian events. Her parents, Mary and William Christian, own and run the Christian horse ranch. And well, they are human. No connection to our kind or even knowledge of it,” he reported.