The Dark Lord Alan Becker Novels & Stories

And he knew they were killing their comrades now and maybe just torture He looked blankly at her tears to widen his eyes when his hands moved at the order of his wolf and wiped her tears to rise and stare at him with panic and fear Damn you, March and go He cursed and quickly cut them off. It's like a curse “Who are you?” she cried, pulling her fainting mother to her bosom in defense, frowning an eyebrow. “I’m the alpha here,” he answered confidently. To polarize her eyebrows alpha? Old Ulysses Darkle is the alpha.. is it possible that he is his son? “His son,” she whispered, licking his lips and whispering to her quietly, awaiting her reaction

he said, sipping his coffee. I glanced around at the others in the shop, noticing the tattoos on their necks,bold black ink spelling out "Brooks." The sight knocked out any remaining fear, replacing it with an new emotion, confidence. Atleast I had people to back me up if Damian's gang showed up. “So, let’s get down to business,” Dexter said with a wink. “What do you want me to do, my Lord?” I leaned forward, my voice as cold as ice, “Sell their company. Ruin them. I want her on her knees, begging me, kissing my feet. Do not stop until she...begs.”

Draco simply said, “I heard today is Master Cummingham's wake service, so I came.” The entire room was shocked by what he said. The chief commander came to attend Alan’s wake service?! What an honor! If the news got out, no one in the underworld of the entire South River State would dare to stand against Lefteria Group. Alan was stunned for a moment before excitement took over. His body shuddered in excitement and started to stammer, “T-T-Thank you, Chief Commander Lang! I cannot…” “Don’t thank me too soon.” Draco then looked at Alan with a strange grin. “I am here to attend Alan Cummingham’s wake service but why is the man still alive? Had he come back to life? Is this a miracle?”

Even a werewolf without alpha strength could wreak havoc on computer components. “Blake,” I gritted out, glancing up and blinking at him. He came into focus, leaning casually against the frame of my office’s door, hands stuffed in the pockets of his stupid designer jeans—if you were going to spend that much money that wasn’t even yours, wear a suit, dammit, and look like an adult—and with a twisted smirk making his handsome face ugly. At least to me. Plenty of other people seemed to find Blake charming. Well, they found his bank account and his knot charming.

Alarik grins and nods his head. "I know your parents well, you take after your father's looks and it appears you also inherited your mother's temptation, you will behave I hope for your sake," Alarik grins his fangs showing. Ryker nods his head at the lycan king, he didn't want any problems. "Meet my son Beowulf," Alarik smiled, bringing a large white-haired man with golden eyes in front of them. Ryker looked up at the large man and smiled, nodding his head in greeting. The large man looked down with glowing eyes and Ryker cursed to himself.

He replies before walking away. Damon places two plates on the table, a well-cooked steak in each. “Don’t mind him, Alice.” He says, breaking the silence. “Who was he?” “My friend. A really close friend,” I nod, “Is he also a werewolf?” “Born and raised.” He replies. “Well, he seems . . . nice.” He chuckles, “He’s not nice.” “I mean, I don’t know him. He doesn’t know me,” “Jared’s not really fond with strangers. Once you get to know him well, he’s a lot different than you might think,” He replies before taking a bite of his food.

I’d secured my place in Alex’s life for as long as I needed to be in it. Unknown Point of View Aamon was aware that I knew of Rei’s existence and of my great-grandchildren. I controlled this organization, the one that my grandson would inherit one day. He didn’t have the heart for this life, but Aamon sacrificed, stayed, and thrived in our world of darkness. I wouldn’t live forever. My son’s unexpected early demise was proof of that. It wasn’t only our enemies who sought to cut us down. Cancer claimed my beloved Casimir.

It's like she actually thinks that she belongs among us. And now I hear that she wants to take part in the Tech Wizard competition. Like I would let her steal a prize that is important from more deserving candidates. Not on my watch, I think, lifting my latte to my lips. Right on cue, I see the person I'm supposed to meet here walking in. Amy Becker, a high-class werewolf from an important family and Allison Carter's co-worker. It took me quite some time to find the perfect candidate with whom to bring that foolish Omega down.

A dark, twisted secret that only a select few knew about. As Becca laughed and chatted with her friends, her mind drifted back to the man who had awakened her darkest desires. David, the 43-year-old photographer who had been her ex-boyfriend's father, had introduced her to a world of kink and depravity that she had never even dreamed of. It had started innocently enough, with a passionate tryst after Becca's ex, Daniel, had been sent to jail for violent charges. But soon, David had pushed Becca to her limits, exploring the darkest depths of BDSM and taboo sex.

I nodded my understanding at him, leaning into him to return his soft kiss. “I’ll come to get you after your one-on-one session with Professor Luca. He is a descendant of Loki; he can mimic one’s powers. He will be the most helpful tool in finding out exactly what Divine powers you possess.” I gave Beckett a worried expression, recalling the hellfire I was able to create last night. “He can only sense divine powers.” Beckett whispered in my ear, “Your secret will be safe.” I watched as Beckett walked away to take a seat at the back of the classroom, his backside just as sexy as his front.