Second Sons Book Novels & Stories

I say, before taking the jar of oil and heading back to the packhouse. I check in with the pack members, finding out that Ayda and Cathal ordered dinner upstairs in our suite. When I get upstairs, I hear Ayda and Cathal in his room. I stop, leaning against the wall outside his door, not wanting to interrupt, listening as Ayda reads to Cathal and he asks her questions about the book. I risk poking my head into the room and see the two of them sitting on his bed, leaning against the headboard. She’s got a book in one hand and her other arm wrapped around our son. He’s leaning his head against her chest with his eyes closed, listening to her read.

It was strange that he had said it now. “I know.” I had to keep my wits about me. There was a traitor in the Sons’ midst, a man who was murdering women in cold blood. And I didn't know who I could trust. “But right now I want you to dance with me.”

The timid girl she knew some years ago could easily be bullied, humiliated, and manipulated. “The only way I could order his release is when he signs an undertaking not to come close to me or my sons again. If he can heed to that, then he's a freeman already,” I requested with confidence. “That's ridiculous. You can't be serious, are you? The boys are his kids, too. Why stop him from seeing his sons?” Susan blasted me. As though that weren't enough, she called me a selfish bastard. Upon hearing that, my ears stood firm like an antenna pole while my brows furrowed together.

And nothing will ever change that. END OF BOOK TWO: DON'T LEAVE

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

Have you ever read a story on the brothers’ bond? If not, then you are in the right place. This story is not your typical love story, so if you are here to read a particular love story, then the story is not for you guys. (Book 2 of “Her Bidder,” For a better understanding, I’ll suggest reading “Her Bidder” first. This book is a stand-alone. However, few things are there whose proper detail mentioned in its 1st book. If you get confused anywhere, then you can read the 1st book to clear your confusion.)

Only when her body had absorbed his seed would he let her down. As time passed, my stomach gradually grew larger, yet Sarah still hadn’t become pregnant. Sometimes, it felt as though I had returned to my previous life. Every time I saw Sarah, she was covered in injuries, and whenever she saw how gently Seville cared for me, the hatred in her eyes burned as if she wanted to reduce me to ashes. I squeezed Seville’s hand, and he squeezed mine back. I didn’t touch the cup on the table again. After disappearing for a long time, Blake finally returned. His face was dark and furious. Rhett, the Alpha of the Red Claw pack, raised his glass toward him with a grin.

Daniel walked ahead two steps before noticing and coming back. I looked at my daughter. At her face. At the question in it that was both simple and enormous. "Where did that come from?" I asked. "I've been thinking about it since I read your book." "You read my book?" "I found it on the shelf. I've been reading it for two months. I didn't finish it yet but I understand about the name." I looked at her. This person who'd arrived six weeks early and had heart surgery at one day old and had been fighting her way through the world with complete determination ever since.

“Reagan, this is insane. You can’t be serious. You can’t—” “I am,” he said, voice calm as ever. His grandfather was only a few feet away now. Those aged eyes studied us closely. Judging, measuring. “I know how much the family’s reputation matters,” Reagan said, his tone like cold steel. “And I know what happens if this leaks. But the wedding can still go on.” Then he turned me slightly, gesturing toward me. “With Tara De Carrillo.” It felt like lightning hit me. “You’re insane!” I snapped, my voice finally cracking. I tore my hand from his. “Do you hear yourself? You want me to take my twin sister’s place at the altar—after she ran away? You think this is some kind of game?”

“You came with someone, didn’t you?” “And so what?” Noah replied sharply. Kelvin chuckled in disbelief. “Why? You think I was going to snap your throat and throw you in the river where no one would find out?” A dark smile curved his lips. A cold shiver ran down Noah’s spine, but he refused to let it show. He wouldn’t give his brother the satisfaction. “And when you get in front of Father, you act like the holiest pope,” he shot back through gritted teeth, remembering how perfectly Kelvin played the role of the dutiful son.