Sergeant Dornan Novels & Stories

“Your bath is ready; I added your normal medicine to help ease the pain.” I stood up and walked to her. “Thank you, Maria; I don't know what I would do without you,” I still spoke in whispers. “You are welcome, miss,” she said and paved the way for me to go into the bathroom. I stepped into the bathtub and as usual, the medicine in the water helped the pain subside. I never thought life would be so hard here. I watched out and listened for tiny details that could help Don Antonio but I got none. Fred, Don Antonio's spy was consistent as he had promised but he always went back with information on how bruised I was.

“Hi, I’m Harriet Stenet, your donor liaison.” Amaija Klein. This is Brin and Zara.” She nods, focusing on me. “So, Ms. Klein, I’d like to jump right in if that’s okay?” “I’m ready to jump,” I say. “Great. Do you have a preference for the donor’s race?” “Race doesn’t matter.” “Age?” “Age doesn’t matter either.” “Education?” “I’m pretty smart, so the kid’s got a good shot with half my DNA,” I say, not wanting to rule out anyone over a fancy degree.

Jack explained eagerly. "Okay." "According to General Lockwood, Charles Anderson is Lawrence Duncan, he is an ex-Marine just like your dad, but Charles was discharged with dishonorable one due to a crime he had done, which were concealed by the highest authorities and now, there is no way to trace that file," Jack stated with a disheartened tone.

Not that I'm scanning for him. For the past two months, I have tried to avoid him occasionally. Sometimes I can feel my eyes behind me and see him peering as if he's back in the Marines. Logan's youngest and twin brother, Liam, told me Donovan was in the marine. It explains all the visible battle scars. It's similar to Effie's scars on her body, but Donovan fought in the war and received each of his scars. He looks hot with scars. It's another reason I avoid looking at him. He's different from Eddie. Although, Eddie can be crushed like a soup can in Donovan's hands.

Our love for each other only grew stronger with each passing day. I felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere as soon as a knock interrupted our quiet moment. I rolled off Dorian's body and watched him sit up, his eyes narrowing with alertness. A sense of tension filled the air as the guard entered the room, his presence exuding power and strength. "Come forward," Dorian said, his voice firm and commanding like the Alpha he is. The guard stepped forward and bowed his head respectfully. "Alpha, we have reports of rogue activity on the east border. A group of them have been spotted close to our territory."

That phrase struck her differently than it would have before. Not pack wolves. Not warriors. His wolves. Minutes later, the knock came. Three times. Slow. Measured. Ronan didn’t move immediately. He approached the door and pressed his palm against the wood, inhaling once as if tasting the scent on the other side. Then he opened it. Four wolves stepped inside. Kara, the messenger captain. Dain is a seasoned fighter with wounds all over his throat. Marek, a scout whose loyalty had never wavered.

The latch outside grated back—not with the typical lazy pull, but a swift, firm yank. The entrance opened wide. Donovan appeared there. Relief, so deep it dizzied me, surged through. Donovan, Ethan's household chief. A giant with a bald skull and a constant, strict scowl. He wore not Blackwell darks, but shadowy, combat outfits marked with soil. In his grip was a fight blade, its end shadowed. "Donovan," I exhaled.

I was broken in. My chest rose and fell like I was drowning on land. I glanced at the exit, it felt so far away. I craved the comfort of my cage, it was isolating and quiet, but at least I didn’t have to listen to these men speak of me like I wasn’t there, like I didn’t matter. “Don Savio,” Angelo lightly tipped his head at him. “Angelo Armani.” Don Savio was a tall and sturdy man with dark menacing eyes. He briefly glanced at me and then turned his attention back to Angelo, “You stand taller tonight. The Armani blood shows in your walk.”

“ In short , you want me to beat him up ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! There’s a reason why Damian kept you as his personal assistant and bodyguard and I am sure the answer isn’t simply your pretty face . “ said mr Donovan . Antonio rolled his eyes away , feeling even more annoyed . “ You just want me to beat him up , right ? “ asked Antonio . “ Yes ! Beat him up and shot at hit three times . “ said mr Donovan . “ Let’s be clear about one thing mr Donovan . I beat them up badly but I don’t kill people . “ said Antonio . “ I know ! That’s why I will not force you to kill anyone . I simply want you to shot him . After all , I need to be sure that you are courageous enough to shot at someone . “ s

I couldn’t be any luckier, even if it’s just for now, I have him and he has me. “Let us proceed,” Sirena announces as Wyatt steps back, “I’m right here babe,” he says, smiling at me, feeling my nervousness through our mate bond. “I call upon the Moon Goddess, mother of all wolves, Goddess of the moon, we call upon you to bestow your blessed gift to your great-granddaughter Remi Esmersay Dawson,” Sirena yells out, to my surprise, there was an answer. Fog creeps over, a woman, a goddess appears, my many greats, Grandmother Diane, a wolf beside her, beautiful and white like my wolf, the same purple eyes as me.