Theodore Payne Novels & Stories

The voice cut through the silence like a blade. My fingers clutched the sheets tighter. I hadn’t seen him. Hadn’t even felt him. But he had been watching. Theodore stepped from the shadows, glass in hand, smirk curling at the edge of his lips. Calm. Commanding. Unshakable. “Why not?” he asked smoothly. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. He moved forward—slow, deliberate, towering. 6’9”. Dominant. Inescapable. "Are you nervous?"

He straightened up and grinned, nodding at Teague as he took his cell phone out of his pocket, pushing on the flashlight. “Told you she’d be here.” “Let go of me, you fucking monster!” I screamed, kicking and screaming at Teague, who barely had any trouble at all holding me captive. His arm was still around my throat, and my heart began to race as Keane watched me. He looked frightening, like a serial killer studying his prey. He was fucking proud of himself. A moment later, Beau emerged from the woods, his eyes roaming the scene. “Christ,” he said, eyeing me. “You were right again, Keane.”

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

I am the eldest son of an Alpha and a breeder, a strong one, so my father pushed me harder to use a breeder, but I had hoped for my mate. The batch from North America didn't interest me nor did the batch from the South. The current batch is from Central America and so far held no interest for me either until she came out. Many of us higher ups sat up when she came out in her pale blue dress. She stood up on the podium and above her on the flat screen, came her statistics. ALPHA ONLY PRIME BREEDER NAME: KATE MARIE PAYNE AGE: 16 HAIR: BLONDE EYES: SILVER GREY

we step away from the lie and wait off to one side. My mate shifts his stance and glances my way "Thank you" he says before taking out a few bucks holding them out to me "Here uh its for my tea" I shack my head no, not taking his money. "What's your name" I ask. "Harper, Harper Lewis" he says extending is hand out to me I take in and give it a shake feeling the sparks run along my skin from the contact. he pulls his hand away quickly as if I had burnt him "What's your name" he ask while looking down at his hand.

Theodore's fingers moved rapidly on his phone as he texted me. Theodore: I want to bend you over that seat. Push your skirt up around your waist, rip your panties off and bury my cock so deep inside you that you forget your own name. Oh god. My hands gripped the armrests. TheoTheplease. Theodore: Are you wet for me, baby? Are you sitting there dripping, wishing I could touch you? Me: Yes. God yes. Good, he replied. Because I'm so fucking hard right now I can barely think straight.

“I think I’ll watch for now.” “Huh?” A slow smile tugged at my lips. “Things just got more interesting after all.” Theodore snorted and pushed off the wall. “You really are a psychopath, Ryan.” He stretched, cracking his neck, “Anyway, I guess I’ll stay in the country for now, and spend some time with my potential little sister.”