Slade Wilson Face Novels & Stories

Especially the way he'd looked at me when he said "How the fuck was I supposed to forgive myself if something had happened to you?" "Here." Slade stopped in front of a door and turned to face me. His eyes were cold again, distant, like the man who'd held me moments ago had disappeared. "Makaira." He paused, his jaw tightening. "I need you to listen to me." I nodded, my throat dry. "There's something you need to know before you go in there." He looked at me, and for a moment, the cold mask slipped. "I fight. That's what happens here. That's what I do."

Some were yelling into communication devices, while others looked panicked. Slade stood at the head of the room, his eyes locked on a screen on the wall. Damon stood beside him, his arms crossed, jaw tight. The moment Slade saw me, he walked forward quickly. “Ayla,” his voice was low, steady, but I could see the storm in his eyes. “What’s going on?” I asked, my heart beating fast. Slade took a deep breath. “There’s been an attack.” My stomach dropped. “Where?” “On Riven and his squad,” Damon said, and I looked at Maria. Her hands were in her hair, and she had a worried look on her face.

Inside, I feel cornered in ways battle has never managed. She looks furious. Her stubbornness should irritate me. Instead, I admire it. A knock lands against the office door before I can respond. “Come in,” I call sharply. Slade walks inside immediately, expression grim. “Sorry to interrupt your domestic dispute.” “It is not domestic.” I snap instantly. Caroline scoffs loudly. Slade ignores both of us and tosses a folder onto my desk. “We have another problem.” I open it lazily at first, and my expression hardens. Photos and medical reports of dead wolves. Except wolves are difficult to kill.

“We’ll burn it all down—together.” A breath hitched in her chest. Not from fear this time—but from something deeper. Rage, Resolve and survival. She looked down at the list again, her name surrounded by meaningless numbers and comments about her looks. She wasn’t a product. She wasn’t a prize. She was going to end him. The sound of boots in the hall made her sit up straighter. Daniel entered the room, holding a phone. “Surveillance just picked up a hit on Slade,” he said. “He’s in LA centre. Meeting with one of the heads from the Ukrainian syndicate.”

She walked past him. "Suit yourself." *** Willow wiped her eyes as she walked on the road that led down the hill and into the city. She saw Wes driving past her in the car and felt something in her break. "That... was quite an argument." As predicted, she saw Slade coming toward her. She maintained her composure, ready to execute the second part of the plan. "Don't come close to me," she warned, looking at him sternly. He lifted his arms up in surrender.

After him, I greet Slade and Aria, Sloane’s brother and sister, then Theo, Jessica, and Royal, Roman and Samara’s three children. At fifteen, Slade already looks and acts like the Alpha heir he is. I know from Sloane that a lot of his stoicism comes from the bullying he got at school, although my understanding is that no one bothers him now that Sloane got her white wolf. He will take over his Uncle Dylan’s pack when he turns eighteen. “Hey, Slade!” Bethany says, walking out. “Hey, Bethany!” he says, finally smiling. “I was hoping you would be here.”

Wilson now said as he began to laugh and all eyes were now on him as he challenged Alpha Zane. Alpha Zane looked at Mr. Wilson for a moment and I could see he wanted his challenge, but the fight had been promised to me. “Unfortunately, Mr. Wilson, I don’t have the honor of fighting you to the death because someone else already asked for the honors of doing it.” Alpha Zane said and Mr. Wilson’s eyes now moved to Adira and then to me.

If the troops of Fidelysia attacked the village, or groups of agile modern mercenaries invaded the village, what should they do? Cold sweat appeared on Slade's forehead. "Quick, invite Catelyn... No, invite Mrs. Mason, and I'll apologize to her myself." The bodyguard at the door heard Slade's order and left. A few minutes later, he came back and said, "Mr. Swan, Miss Swan seems to have ordered Jasper to deceive Mrs. Mason to the back hill." Slade's hand shook, and his voice became sharp, "What?" In the back hill.

"What's the message?" He sat carefully, adjusted his collar once like it was too tight, and then looked at me with the expression of someone about to deliver something he wasn't entirely sure would land well. "Alpha Slade acknowledges the divorce proceedings. He is not here to contest them or cause a disruption to your family's territory." A small pause, like he was choosing his next words exactly as they'd been given to him. "He is asking for one private conversation. No lawyers. No formal pack representation from either side. Just the two of you."

Slade fumes again, refusing to look at the bigger picture. "Theo's father is a council member; we have to be cautious about our interactions with him," I tell the furious wolf, who practically foams at the mouth. "So he has daddy protecting him?" asks Slade, who is finally starting to see the reason behind my calmness. "For now," is all I say back to Slade. He has his father's protection now, but I will find my way around it. I need to figure out how, but I will find a way. Slade seems satisfied with my answer to retreat until he hears the end of Matt and Andrew's conversation and becomes pissed all over again.