The Enforcer Avery Keelan Novels & Stories

This was one of the first civil things he’d said to me since discovering my true identity, and I wasn’t about to push my luck and bask in his grudging admiration. Disgusted groans sounded from outside. I turned to find one of the enforcer’s uniforms covered in a white substance. Apparently, they had brought up the subject of Luna’s curse. Once the enforcers had completed the inspection, the camper van continued through the tunnels to a second checkpoint, where one of Fenrir’s lieutenants opened the back door and stepped inside. He was a bald-headed man with ebony skin called Randel and served Shifter City as its chief enforcer.

She kept her eyes fixed on the glowing profile of Leo—her brother, her blood—whose exhaustion was visible even through the low-resolution tactical thumbnail. "He's not a hard nut," Avery said, her voice dropping into a cold, clinical cadence that betrayed none of the agonizing tremors threatening to rip her apart from the inside out. "He's an asset. Or at least, he was supposed to be before your father's enforcers dragged him into the sub-levels."

"Avery is the brain of this family and you're the muscle, but I’m the one who knows how to get down in the mud with people like Julian, and I’m going to make sure that by the time we're done, he’ll wish he had stayed a nobody." "We need a plan that doesn't involve you getting arrested for harassment, Alexa, but I agree that we need to hit him where it hurts," I said as I looked back at the photo of Sarah’s father and felt a new sense of purpose blooming in my chest. "If Julian wants the Thorne heiress, then we should give him exactly what he wants, but not the one he’s currently sleeping with." "What are you thinking, Avery?" Andre asked as he leaned forward with a curious look on his face.

Avery's eyes moved to where Enrique was only to find him unconscious on the bare floor with blood oozing out from a part of his body she couldn't point out because he was sprawled on the floor with his belly facing down. Once again, she felt powerless against this man that turned out to be her mate's father. Why is he doing all these and why drag her into the middle?? "Ohhh... all that fighting has made me tired and I know the best thing to use to refuel my body." He muttered, pushing Avery's head to the side, exposing her bare neck while his face got closer there. Marcus had a dreadful look in his eyes when he realized what was about to happen. "No! No! No! Please no! Don't do this!" He ple

Avery responds blankly, and her father sighs again. "Of course, we know you're not trying to overthrow your brother, but others might not agree - hello, Scott!" Her father cheerfully states at the end, before hanging up on Avery. She stares at her phone in silence, rolling her eyes. "Alpha, we're going to be at the pack soon," a guard calls to her, and she nods silently. As soon as they pull up, she climbs out, instantly greeted by Kathleen, her childhood friend, who works as a pack liaison.

Sienna stated. Avery turned and headed upstairs. As he walked into his room, he found his mate sleeping soundly in his bed. He sighed to himself and checked the time. It would be dinner soon. He'd wake her up then. He went back to his office to make some calls. The pack doctor was willing to make a house call later that evening. She just needed to finish up with a few patients first. Avery sighed and called in Trenton, his gamma. Trenton was a tall dark skinned man with long braided hair that he kept tied behind his head. He was large, muscular with several tribal tattoos down his arm and a growing gotee. Avery was reluctant to take his father's former Beta on in his inner circle, but Trento

They were encased in silver-plated armor, holding electrified nets designed to neutralize Lycan physiology. "Step aside," Kael hissed, his eyes glowing a predatory gold. The lead Enforcer didn't move. "By order of the Council, Anomaly 01 is to be detained. King Draven, your interference will be viewed as a declaration of war." "I stopped caring about your declarations a century ago," Kael roared. He lunged, a blur of shadow and claw. He hit the lead Enforcer with the force of a freight train, his claws screeching against the silver armor.

Something in his voice…Different, Darker. Not just authority. Not just leadership. Something personal. Dangerously personal. The enforcer watched the exchange with quiet interest. “Emotional attachments,” he murmured. “Always inconvenient.” Kael didn’t even look at him. “Leave,” he said. The enforcer sighed softly. “Still refusing.” “Yes.” A pause. “Then we escalate.” The words barely left his mouth before everything shifted. The air cracked again, But this time, It wasn’t aimed at the gates.

"You're going to use me to carry that." "We're going to use your heat to carry it," Kellan said, and he set the patch down with a small click. "Bastian Crowne can smell an enforcer from a mile away. He avoids every trap we lay. But a lone omega in full heat—drenched in a scent so strong it masks everything else—he won't be able to resist. You'll walk into his territory, find his cabin, and get close enough for the patch to activate. Once he's down, our enforcers move in and execute him."

"But wait... he said you could sleep with his teammates and he wouldn't care?" "Yeah. The only one he forbid was some rival. Derek Coleman." Camila’s eyes went wide. She whipped out her slate, fingers flying. "Found him! Derek Coleman. Lead Enforcer for the Northern Warhawks. He looks like he eats raw iron for breakfast, but damn, he’s a mountain of a man." She turned the screen. The man in the image was massive, his beard thick, his eyes the color of a frozen lake. "He looks terrifying, Camila. Even Santiago is shaking in his skates."