Todd Hewitt Novels & Stories

We knew he would have wanted us to separate her from the rest. We did it out of respect too. He laid down close to her grave for hours. We didn’t know how to tell him it’s getting late. He had to let him be. Oliver and I were just scouting around. We were there till dawn. We didn’t sleep, because we needed to keep our eyes on any danger. “Alpha Arthur.” Tate calls my attention. I jump down from my car and approach him. “Thank you.” He appreciates me. I nod at him.

He threw a question and Ailee nodded. “Yes.” Chairman Hewitt stopped pressing the phone and chuckled softly. “Have you forgotten who is standing in front of you?” He flung a question, and since it didn’t require an answer, he proceeded. “This is Hewitt. The once upon a time beast. Have you forgotten this old man standing in your front was once greedy?” “Back then, I had plans, but it was awry. Though I am grateful it did,” he poured out. “I am thankful I came across you who didn’t let me go astray…”

I’m new at this wolf thing and I really don’t want to find out that everyone here knew what I had just done and who with at that. I head back inside and meet up with Jackson. He’s already got five different plates in front of him. I made him clean up while I went for a drink. I started wondering where Jade was when I seen her on the dance floor with a tall blonde-haired guy. As the guy turned around, I realized I’ve seen him before. He’s always with Alpha Wyatt and Beta James. That’s it! He’s Beta Taylor! But why is Jade dancing with him? I get my mixed drink and head over to Jade. “Remi! I found him!”

Instead, he took a sip of his wine before turning to the elders as if I was some kind of ornament that was on the table, and at this point, he treated me like I was an ornament that he wanted nothing more than to get rid of. By dessert, I couldn’t stand the silence between us anymore. I put my hand on his, gently running my finger over it, allowing myself to be familiar with him, allowing myself to be the wife that I believed he was accepting. Again, he did not react. I leaned in slightly, my voice low so only he could hear. “Are you okay? Did I do anything to bother you?’ He didn’t even glance at me. His eyes were on the elders as he asked, “When was the last time you met with Elder Rowan,

“Oh, I knew he couldn’t resist me for long.” Knox came close and his eyes narrowed at someone behind me. His gaze flickered to me, a little softer while he beamed. He clung his arms on the railings, his muscles flexing and a few droplets of sweat drips from his messy blond hair. “Did you see that last touchdown I made?” he smirked, “that’s for you, Sweetheart.” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. “I don’t even know what a touchdown is.”

Charlotte POV I didn’t mean to cut my leg as badly as I did, but I also tell myself I didn’t mean to kill him. Hearing Alex’s voice it was sure Creed would rat me out to him, tell him everything. But he didn’t. He finished cleaning me up, explaining to me that Alex will be joining us for lunch and it would be wise to wear pants otherwise he’ll notice and will have questions. It seemed smart but I don’t want to hide anything from him. The last thing I need is him growing suspicion between me and Creed. Putting on a pair of Jean shorts and a kind of nice shirt that buttoned up. I decided to leave my hair down. Only adding some leave- in conditioner to help keep it from tangling too bad. Walk

Also, he could read anyone's thoughts if he wanted, but he believed it was a privacy invasion, and he only did it when necessary. Right now, he had tried his best not to, but he couldn't help himself as several women in the club had his name in their thoughts. "Hello, beauties," Trevor mumbled. He nodded toward the bartender, who had a huge grin and was about to take his order. "Dirty martini." He husked, and the bartender, whose name on his badge reads Timmy nodded. "I'll take sex on the beach." The redhead in the two women winked, then turned to Trevor.

His hesitation appeared to irritate the Alpha further. Harrison stammered and began to cough, clearly struggling to respond to Alpha Riel's question. The Alpha's patience wore thin, and he raised his voice, demanding a clear answer. His frustration was evident, and it was clear that he shared a trait with Hawthorne – a dislike for being kept waiting. In the end, Harrison could do nothing but nod.

the other man signed back, totally unbothered. Focused on his plate, he didn’t even pretend to notice the middle finger the black-haired guy flashed him. A little giggle slipped from my lips, and I caught the attention of those midnight eyes. For the first time, I saw doubt crack through his mask, and I thought: this is my moment. “Egg whites. Just whites... no yolk, no butter, nothing. And that sourdough... dry. ‘Avocado toast,’ they call it, like that name’s supposed to make it less sad.”

I was interrupted by a soft voice against my ear. "Courtney please come I want you to meet someone," Jason whispered in my ear. I excuse myself and walk with him. "Courtney this is Mr. Howard, the owner of this hotel and dad's best friend." He introduced. I look at the man in his mid-50's. He had a genuine smile on his lips. I smile back at him. "So you are the one that stole my boy's heart away?" he questioned me. I was startled at the question. I look at Jason for an answer.