The Second Coming Alan Becker Novels & Stories

Becky could hear everything and be safely hidden in there. “I’ll just go check on a few things in the back. Call me if any clients enter.” “Of course.” Rob let her pass into the office, where she found Becky shaking behind the door. Rob, turned on the three elders standing there. “What do you want with Doctor Allan? What business do you think you have with her?” “We believe that we have more business with the good Doctor. You’ve been avoiding us, so we came here to see what was keeping you from your duties to your people.”

in a way that was not respectful at all. Alicia stepped close till their shoulders almost touched. “I am not asking you. I'm telling you. You are a senior analyst, and the content of the meeting I am going to today requires your presence. Now, let’s go.” Becky swallowed so hard and followed her. Now, outside the building, the driver opened the back door. They slid in. The car pulled out smoothly and stopped at a tall building. “This is Lucas’s building,” she told herself. “I just hope we ain’t going to his office.”

That much was evident as he stuttered over his first words. "Al-Alpha Roman. I'm glad you're back. We have information on vampire movements" he says, meeting my gaze but I can see the worry in his eyes. Instantly, I'm on my feet and next to him. "Talk." I say, my cold, no bullshit exterior immediately falling into place.

And for the first time, Calvin caught her eye and looked away quickly, as if afraid of what he might see there. Maybe the end of the world didn’t come with fire or thunder or darkness. Maybe it started quietly, with a feeling, a warning, a story that no one wanted to believe. “Could Autumn be on to something?” Calvin questioned himself. Maybe—just maybe—Calvin would start to listen.

"Today, the High King will make our marriage official. Remember what I told you before." His voice was like ice. "After we're married, we'll live separate lives. Play nice, and maybe I'll let you save some dignity in this marriage." I was floored. How could the heir to our kind say something so outrageous? He took my silence for consent, his grin growing wider. "Just keep in line, and I won't let you embarrass yourself in public." He was sure I would fall in line. Then came the sound of footsteps. The High King's right-hand man, his second-in-command, stepped out—with Damon, the werewolf, in tow.

He was looking at her, who was struggling to move. Everyone around her was lying dead. There were literally the only ones in their world. Then just like that, the sounds came back, this time, not of steel, or their war shouts, or grief or cries, or falling bodies, but bones cracking, of liquids squishing and out of the corner of her eye, she saw beta Alec rise up, standing on his own two feet, cracking and stretching his neck. But....she saw him die. She saw his head roll off. She turned to Evander.

Sebestian said coldly as he looked down at the man on his knees before him, blood pooling around him. Sebestian didn't bother looking at Paul as he drew his last breath; he turned around to advance on the remaining two Alpha separating him from his mate. Sebestian had killed Paul so quickly Mark was just about to pull his dagger out from where he had hidden it inside his right boot as he had wasted time rearranging his clothes. Sebestian exploited his delay with deadly precision, hitting him hard in the face and quickly disarming him before forcing him back against the back wall of the alley on the opposite side to where he had managed to trap Paul.

He missed them terribly and he missed Sophia more. “Alan” Maska Zang Called. “Becky is calling you” Maska Zang informed him, a tinge of amusement in his voice. “Who is Becky now? Please just tell me Sloana is not aware of her at all. She might end up killing this one” Alan doubled with laughter where he was as he opened the shower to take his bath.

He kept staggering on the path. It had been pure luck that he was able to jump into a parked truck in front of the spot they had chosen for the meeting. Jeff had told him how the people didn’t want to draw much attention to themselves, so they wanted the meeting to be held away from the hotel. Government officials could be like that so Kincaid had agreed. The contact had been through Jeff, Kincaid had not thought much of it since it happened like that at times. Jeff had been in the business for a while before Kincaid became the head of the Aslanov clan. Heck, his father had worked with Kincaid’s father but the elderly Shante had been diagnosed with terminal cancer by the time Kincaid came ba

“ Come on.” Becker grabbed the glass bottle and drank straight from it, emptying it completely before following the lady. A few feet away from him, Aspen walked in and without having to scan the space much, his eyes caught Becker following a whore to the inner rooms. He just followed, clenching his fist so tightly. The moment he had been waiting for had finally arrived. Becker would get to taste his fist in full today. “ Hello, cutie.” A soft feminine voice entreated him.