Travis Westover Novels & Stories

he sighed, "You know what? Keep it up, I've been trying my best to stay away from you and you're starting to make it easier." It's been a few hours and he still hadn't come out of the basement, I want to go check on him but I'm pretty sure he won't open the door for me. Just then, my phone notification went off. I picked it up and turned it on, it was a message from a number that I didn't know. unknown: wanna hang out? Me: who's this? unknown: Celeste. How did she get my number? Honestly I'm not even that surprised. I immediately saved her number.

She had suffered a greater loss because of me. During the drive, I was filled in on Travis and the Luna from the pacific pack (Kira’s stepmother) who had also been held captive with me. Instead of going home to his pack, Travis was actually taken to Golden Circle by his cousin Chris, who was one of the top Warriors there and was part of the track and rescue crews.

His touch was so tender, it made me drift off to sleep. I felt giddier than ever the next day. Good thing Papa didn't ask why I was home so late. At least Dom was the one who brought me back, so Papa needed not to worry. While walking towards Dom's cabin, a thought suddenly popped into my brain. You know those times when you suddenly remember an idea, but then you forgot it the next second because you can't figure out what it was? I then remembered it. Business prodigy. Travis Salvatore. Aries. CEO. New York. Divorce. Chairman.

I frowned as I took note of the caller ID. "What?" I said rudely as I picked up. "Humph! Still a proud peacock huh?" Travis said from the other side of the line. Travis was Eleanor's older brother, and I hated him more than anyone else. He was a pompous, selfish, self absorbed, stupid, wannabe villain brat, who took pride in stomping on people below him. Remember when I said I saved Nicolas back then from a group of bullies? Travis Rider was the leader of the bullies. He was an A ranked Alpha, he was fierce, fast and strong. He hated me the most because I was S ranked and he was second only to me.

Three months after Lyanna's birth, I received an unexpected visitor at the healing center. I was treating a young wolf's sprained ankle when Sophie came to tell me someone was asking to see me specifically, someone who claimed to have critical information about The Restored Order. "Did they give a name?" I asked, finishing the healing and watching the wolf test his newly functional ankle with obvious relief. "She said her name is Tricia Weston. Does that mean anything to you?"

As soon as he said his last sentence, Travis drew me into his arms and gave me a bone-crushing hug “I know I’m not Kellen or Mike, but please remember I am here for you. Always.” “Thank you.” I murmured, and pulled back from the hug “You’re a good man Travis Wertz, one of the best.” I smiled and patted his shoulder before turning and walking towards my room.

If anyone is lucky, it's me. Ty was the one who was able to break down my walls and got me out of my moody bitterness. I've never been this happy and smiled as much as I have since I met Tyler. "I know Hope is not the best mate I guy could have, but it's who our goddess gave me, and I will stay faithful to her for as long as I can," he says, making me scuff. "Good luck with that. But don't come to me when she rejects you after she's done playing with you, Wes. You deserve better, and you know it." I say, turning and leaving him in his cell.

But it was only the two of them. "Who are you? What do you guys want from me?" Leila asked. "Hey. I'm Travis. I am a werewolf who has the supernatural power of shapeshifting. I will be sending you off this earth gladly." Leila stared widely at him as he drove. "You're the one sending those messages?" She asked. Travis laughed. "I don't have that time. I just have a score to settle with David. He killed my brother. I have been waiting for this moment."

he went straight and took a handphone of one of his employees, his eyes enlarged at the news before him. “We're happy to introduce our little prince to the world. Son of the CEO of Triple A company, Alan Holmes, Leelan Holmes. And mother Aileen Fletchers. Please understand that we had no choice but to keep him from the internet until he becomes of age. With love ….The Holmes”

“I got something but it wasn’t much.” I sighed. He was as incompetent as he could be. “Show me what you got.” “From what I could get from my contact,” he said, getting out of bed as he picked up a newspaper article and a drawing pad to explain to me. “Now, do you remember the convicted felon Travis Wilson? The former billionaire who had kidnapped Zendaya’s children.” “Oh the crazy man who had terrorized all of everything?” I asked, laughing. It was hard to forget someone who had made me feel scared and unsafe. “Yeah I remember him. What about him?”