Taming The Ice: #13 Beckett Storm Novels & Stories

“I’m not leaving without my mate! Without my Luna. You think I didn’t feel her link to the Amber Desert pack break, you don’t think I would search high and low for her? Trust you to keep her hidden from me.” “Last chance boy…if you remain I will kill you.” Beckett snarls out. “Alora…” Than looks past my shoulder to Alora, his jaw tense. “You need to leave!” She responds, her chest rising and falling too quickly. “Alora…” “Do I need to throw you out?” I seethe out at Than who was only making Alora suffer even more. “No need Hector, don’t get your hands dirty…” Beckett chuckles before entering a mind-link, moments later warriors walking over preparing to take action.

"Go make peace with your woman. The last thing any of us need is another Maylin or you living off carrots." He laughs and the mood shifts. Boot's wife, Maylin, is a handful. I walk back to my bike, where Beck waits with his stoic frown on full display. "Do you need me to kill Cabel?" That's the problem with Beck. He's too much like Beast. For both of them the only way to solve a problem is by killing it. Beck needs to learn to knock a head sideways without death as a correlating factor. "No, and if you touch him without my consent, the human will have two trainers."

Beckett felt the desolation wash over him in waves, the past repeating itself. Beckett had barely hit adulthood the first time he had sparked for another. She had been perfect for him in every way. A beautiful water sprite, as steady as the tide and as wild as a stormy sea. He was smitten from the first meeting, his spark helping him forge onward. But, she had sparked for another, one of the merfolk of the deep sea.

I nodded and leaned back in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Well first, I could come back and fill in as Beta female when you take over as Alpha until Samaya found his mate. Second, I could come back and never leave my bedroom again. Third, I could stay here in Takiani. Or... I could ask Uncle about possibly letting me join his pack up in the falls," I explained to Beckett. He was silent for a moment. Beckett was a good wolf. He thought hard about everything and we was a good problem solver. He cared for everyone and was kind to anyone he came across. He was going to make a great Alpha and I think everyone knew it.

"How could I not? You helped alpha Jensen lock me up in the basement of this castle. You betrayed me, and now you're back—I think it's time for a rematch." "I'm stronger than last time," Jack warned. Frost spread around his naked feet, freezing the grass and plants around him. "Are you sure that you want to battle against me?" Harper widened her eyes, but the expression on Saint's face told her not to worry. He was actually smiling; she let him walk down the stairs. Saint was her mate, and she would trust him. "I'm stronger than last time, too," Saint said, and the winds immediately started to howl. The trees swayed in the distance, and all the werewolves worriedly looked around.

or another.In the meantime, I no longer want to fight my instincts, so I rush on the track, following Lyra. Positioning myself behind her, staying at a safe distance so as not to frighten her, I begin my hunt in the wake of her sweet smell. A mixture of flowers and fresh grass that delighted my sense of smell.She is mine.Lyra's point of viewI don't know how long he's been running behind me, but I speed up to get away from him.Lengthening my stride does me a world of good; I can finally evacuate the adrenaline that has been saturating my body for days. It's a joy to manage to empty my brain, which is filled to bursting.My situation is completely crazy. I don't know how I'm going to get out o

I had exiled this beastly side of me since the first time I woke up and discovered I couldn't control it. Every fucking one of them was already damn scared of me from the very moment I opened my eyes, showing them this beast side of me would only make them want to hunt me till eternity. "Sit, this is going to be a long story." "I'm fine right where I am; could you get on with it now?" Amber replied. I felt a pang in my heart at the response I got from her, but then again, I wouldn't blame her. "Fine," I said, and I heaved a sigh.

Snow melted off my boots as I walked, my breath misting in front of me. I didn’t know his room number. Of course, Henry forgot to tell me. So I guessed. Room 108. I knocked softly. “Henry? It’s me.” No answer. I knocked again. “Henry?” I heard footsteps. The door swung open— And I forgot how to breathe. It wasn’t Henry. It was Xavier standing right in front of me. Wearing nothing but a towel hanging dangerously low around his hips. Water dripped down his chest, each drop tracing the lines of carved muscle that looked like someone sculpted him from stone.

He could crush my head like a grape if he wanted to. “These are my men,” Zeke walked forward and slightly pushed my back, guiding me towards the sofa. As soon as we seated, they followed. Amir remained standing beside Zeke. “Amir is my beta and these men will have their own specialties in the pack.” I looked at Zeke, wanting to ask what I had to do with all of these. But his face remained calm and expressionless. I guess that was better than having him violent. Amir cleared his throat and gestured to the first one who had a burned scar on his face, he was the one who had a permanent scowl on his face.

Sure enough, Jason was in bed with another blondie but they were both asleep. I stepped out of her heels and walked barefoot into the room, gingerly tiptoeing over underwear and other assorted articles of clothing. When I got to the bed and looked at both of them sleeping peacefully in each other's arms, an idea formed in my mind. Still barefoot, I scurried out of the room, down the stairs, into the sitting room and grabbed the ice bucket.All the ice had melted but the water was still cold to the touch. Then I made my way back to Jason's room where Jason and the blondie were still fast asleep.