Sigma Patrick Bateman Novels & Stories

"You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!" The grip on my shoulder tightened painfully, crushing my still-healing body. "Take your hand off me!" I snapped, fighting against the Beta's strength. Suddenly, a shiny modern silver car pulled up, with Damon driving and Cassandra looking victorious and jealous beside him. The windows were rolled down. Cassandra's eyes narrowed as she said, "Damon, look! It is the poor Omega! I guess she is still obsessed with you even after all this time." Damon turned to me. His face was cold, and fishy. The sight of him, the memory

At thirty-two, Andrew Linton had done a lot of things—both brave and cowardly—but he hadn't done anything of this sort. Declan Partridge was no ordinary man; at thirty-six, he commanded more than two thousand workers in more than ten countries as the chairman and CEO of Pattron Groups. He was formidable. And delivering the message Andrew had would probably be deadly, maybe not to himself but certainly to Lennon Patterson Jr.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

I had to suppress a laugh. What boss was he planning to complain to? "How exactly did I attack you? Patrick studied him carefully. "I'm Sienna's boss...the owner of Caldwell Firm. Now tell me, how did I attack you? Patrick looked utterly stunned. It was almost amusing. Ethan grasped my hand and we turned to leave. "Impressive! I have to admit...you've got quite the talent with men. Constantly chasing after your bosses while treating your own father like dirt...there's no doubt you're going straight to hell!"

Making them merge with the other groups. We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

But, one could never be certain. Pattie was an uneducated slut from the opposite side of the tracks that he’d met through a friend who’d grown tired of her and had basically pawned her off on him. Since she was a willing and easy bed mate who accepted his absenteeism as part of the deal, he saw no reason to pawn her off on someone else. Besides, up until he’d experienced Theresa, she’d been the most cooperative sex partner of any woman he’d met. Since there was no reason for Theresa to go slumming it and Pattie owned no animals, so she had no reason to seek out a vet, he doubted their paths would ever cross. Even so, one could never tell. Theresa was too important to him. He’d needed rea

Emily “Do you, Emily Mitchell, take Tyler Slate as your lawfully wedded husband and mate? Do you promise to cherish him, honor him, and help him thrive as the beta of our pack, so help our goddess?” our lead elder spoke, making my eyes water as he continued to resight. Tyler’s eyes sparkled, a stray tear falling down his cheek and smile from ear to ear. “I do!” I say, making him choke up a bit. He sighed, trying to contain his tears. I can't say the same about myself; happy tears fell like waterfalls.

“Dominic won’t know what hit him.” Aurora's POV Dominic was restless that evening, pacing the length of our bedroom as I sat on the bed, watching him with concern. “What’s wrong?” I asked softly, knowing he wouldn’t want to burden me with his troubles. He stopped, running a hand through his hair. “It’s Patrick,” he admitted after a moment. “He’s working with someone dangerous, someone who has the resources to cause real damage.” My heart sank. “Who?” “Carlos Santana,” Dominic said, his voice tight with frustration. “He’s an underground power broker, known for toppling empires and leaving chaos in his wake. If Patrick has teamed up with him…” He trailed off, his expression darkening.

I may be hurt, but I have experienced being loved by STUART CORDOVAL. I am Patricia Sandoval, no longer sold to my ex-husband – now officially Patricia Sandoval-Cordoval.

Damn, is this the mafia life and the reason why Dr Patrick doesn't want to get into it even though he's part of the family? *******