Sheriff Tate Novels & Stories

the sheriff asked as he pulled his feet off his desk and sat attentively while he waited for Garth’s response. “I don’t think so,” Garth mumbled. “Then on what grounds do you suggest I send them packing?” the sheriff said with a smirk. When Garth did not reply, he continued, “This Joseph Kennedy fella seems a right nice fella. Kincaid’s nephew, Nate Kimble, came in and personally introduced himself to me when he was here. They both seem like fine, upstanding men. They’re Pinkertons, you know. The Pinkertons don’t just let any old riff-raff join them.”

Back then, she had gone through great pains to purchase the chip she had used to control Zoey Williams from these two men. One of them was the current head of the Tate household, Bennett Tate. The other one was the previous head of the Tate household, Jordan Tate. Freya forced a smile onto her face through her shock. “Sirs, why are you here?” Rumor had it that Bennett Tate had never left the grounds of the Tate household in nineteen years. Ever since his wife had left him while he was away on business nineteen years ago, he had never taken even half a step out of the Bennett house.

My dress was still up around my waist as I pulled it down and smoothed it flat with my hands over and over. Tate looked at me. “Everyone already knows you’re trash,” A pause, something shifting almost imperceptibly behind his eyes. “But you are my trash, you could walk in here naked and nobody would care. So don’t you dare go near other men.” He adjusted his sleeves. “Clean this up before you go.” He walked out as the door closed quietly behind him. I stayed on the floor a moment longer than necessary, smoothing my dress flat with both hands. Tate hadn't always been like this. I had watched Tate from the edges of middle school. I was an omega born into poverty, living only with my father. It

Suddenly, she noticed that Shawn wasn't in the car, and she asked the driver, who was sitting in the driver's seat. "The signal is not good here, so Mr. Tate went to a nearby coffee shop for an online meeting. He'll be back soon." Lilith couldn't help but quip, "It's surprising how industrious and hardworking Cato Alter is. After all, he had the blame for this whole situation dumped on him by Bob Alter. It serves him right for DT Investments to grow even bigger! Mr. Cato Alter is a very good-natured person." Good-natured?

“Chief Sheridan, it’s been a while!” Thomas Sheridan had seen a lot, given his age. His authoritative gaze scanned the hall before he asked Nicholas with a smile, “What’s this about today?” “Our Mr. Z Hamerton and his wife are eliminating the scum society for you, Chief Sheridan!” Thomas looked at Zephyr and Cordelia, greeting them politely. He could not help smirking when he saw Joe kneeling on the floor. “I’ve been wanting to look into Joe Tanner for some time! “Thank you for taking control of the situation first, Mr. Thompson!” Thomas said with a smile, “I’ve brought the arrest warrant too. I’m sure something valuable will come out of the interrogation when he’s brought back!”

asked Brick curious. "Dale Fisher," replied Sheriff Tillman. Brick seemed to know the man due to the expression on his face. Dale Fisher was the sheriff of the second to the last town they had ridden through after bringing in a collar at another Sheriff's behest. "I'm listening," replied Brick as he turned his attention to the case file. "Former local thug's name is Darren Hiller," said Sheriff Tillman. "Son of a bitch is wanted for attempted robbery and the near-fatal beating of his battered wife Michelle while she was pregnant with his now dead third child."

My eyes scan the note left by Tate. Laina, Sorry for intruding on your things, but you were in a deep sleep. I hope you like this new purse. I thought it would suit you. Tate I sigh with relief and a bit of giddiness as I look inside the purse, noticing my wallet and booklet of numbers inside. Tate has a notorious name in the werewolf community as a ruthless wolf who demolishes and massacres packs that anger the Blood Alpha. But... this big bad Alpha wolf seems to be a softy when it comes to me. Putting the note away in my purse, I continue to explore the room.

He's got a casual smirk on his face as he uncrosses his ankle and stands up straight, adjusting his jacket. The officers are at my back as I march up to the man. I'm pretty sure he can feel my anxiety from there. But the bastard is the one person who can give me any relief right now. "What do you know?" I demand. Tate shrugs his shoulders and hands over a key card. "All I know is the bitch looked like she finally hit whatever jackpot she was aiming for. Some jerk had a poor girl slung over his shoulders-" then he freezes. "Let me guess, she's your girl?"

Grayson says through the mind link. “.. afterward, I went back inside, she was supposed to come in shortly after me” Tate finishes. “You left her ALONE after..” I say, not letting the words of their actions come out. “She insisted! She didn’t want anyone to be the trending topic of patrol..” he quickly mutters. I’m seething. Tate is one of the best warriors we have. How stupid of him to leave a freaking she-wolf alone at night. Did he only care enough to fuck her but not to ensure her safety? What a gentleman. My wolf claws at my chest, wanting to lay hands on this man.

He was our great warrior and had fought in so many wars and won too. "Obviously when the positions opened, Lord Rennick specifically requested Theodore to be the sheriff. Obviously, he accepted the position instantly because who wouldn't want to be the only sheriff and then maybe even be the sheriff of the biggest pack to ever exist?" she seemed to be gushing over the brown-eyed and brown-haired muscular guy outside. He was busy talking with the pack members before he finally stepped into the bakery.