Novel & Cerita Travis Westover

They were not mated, and had never been mated. Gabriel was 29, Max was 26, Tristan was 24, and Axel was 20. Axel was still a bit young to get married. He wasn’t barely even legal and not at all of drinking age by human standards. So, he gets a pass. But her other brothers, Max and Tristan, have no excuse. Hell, even her dad could take her place if he wanted too. Her mother had been gone for ten years by now, and while Leah had no idea how it felt to lose one’s mate, surely ten years is enough time to grieve? She wasn’t trying to be heartless at all, but as her father, shouldn’t he be the one to step up and protect his family?

"Does that mean the ledger is completely finished?" Travis’s throat locked up, a raw, gravelly rasp escaping his chest as his heart gave a massive, synchronized thud against his ribs . He slowly turned his face toward the child, his silver eyes wide, filled with an intense, obsessive parental devotion . He lowered his head slightly, his large fingers moving with an agonizing, deliberate lightness as he reached out to gently smooth down a stray strand of her silver braids . "The ledger is completely finished, little wolf," Travis whispered, his deep voice carrying a raw, trembling warmth that entirely lacked the cold authority he had worn for a decade . "No one can question your name or freez

I couldn’t wait until I had my own power back though. “Because I knew I could play you. You should have let Caleb torture me. Instead, you came down here ready to protect me because you felt sorry for me. I thought if I could convince you I was a werewolf, without a wolf, you would find a way to help me. I have heard that you were a softy. Always trying to change the world and help everyone.” Travis laughed as he spoke a truth that actually hurt. He wasn’t wrong. I did want to change the world and make it a better place. Was it so wrong for me to want to see a world where my children could grow up and not have to worry about fighting for their lives?

Travis mumbled to himself. About fifteen minutes later, Travis padded down the stairs of the cabin, dressed in sweatpants and a comfortable T-shirt. "I ordered dinner from the hotel while we waited." Felix said. "That's fine, thank you." Travis replied. "Welcome back, how was your trip?" Alex asked. Alex Warner was Travis's personal assistant who had grown close to him and Felix and had become like a close friend to them. "Why did you let Felix come pick me up? I have only gotten an earful of complaint since I landed." Travis said with a grin.

It’s my job to keep the pack running smoothly, with or without a Beta. After he left, I met with Travis, my intended Gamma. He’s seventeen and a year away from taking over his Gamma position. I let him know what happened with Ellis and that now is the time for him to come clean if he knew anything about what was going on with my mother and the Hartwells or if he has any issues with me being mated to Sloane.

Travis shifts into his massive wolf – Half deep brown almost black and half grey that holds a blue hue and takes off down the mountain. I wait a beat, sorting through the conglomerate of thoughts and feelings. Things just kept getting more and more complicated. I hated complicated. I didn’t do complicated. And shit was more than just complicated. It was fucked up. If I really wanted to, I was sure I could ignore Travis’ order. Yet I had pledged myself to him and MacTire. He was my Alpha and as much as I wish I could ignore his command. I couldn’t. Because of myself and because of what I had promised Lamia years before.

I said, “Just tell Alpha Loren I have to do something important. Tell him it’s my first act as Cato’s Beta.” She narrowed her eyes, “Okay...” I turned to the quiet forest ahead. “And Elias,” she said, “I had a good day. Thank you.” I smiled, “You’re welcome. I’m glad you’re giving me the chance to save such an incredible wolf from the human world.” She swung her rucksack onto her back and disappeared, leaving me in the darkening forest. I tightened the straps on my rucksack and tied my shoes tighter. I had a long journey ahead of me. North to Canada and then West across the country. Then I’d come back into the states to my destination. To Vermont.

Men like this only think with one part of their body. I cover my mouth and giggle, fluttering my eyelids at the intimidating blonde man."I'm just a girl taking a swim in the pool. Who are you?" The man's face morphs into a terrifying glare, his arms shooting out and grabbing my body out of the pool. "Don't play with me, girl! Do you know who's estate this is or who I am? I'm Evander Weston, son of Noe Weston-the boss of the Weston Syndicate! In case you haven't gathered, you are trespassing on Weston Territory!" My heart flutters at his revelation. Fuck! Of all the syndicate henchman to run across, I had to cross Weston's son? Before I can think of a reply, Evander grabs a gun from one of th

Kate POV As I walked to the library, I crossed paths with Beta Gregory heading to my father’s office. I wondered if I would ever be able to trust them again to the level I had before all this had happened. Growing up, you believe your parents are flawless and when you are faced with those actual flaws, it shakes you to your core. Your whole belief system is rocked. Mine has been shattered with what I learned from Caleb. I don’t know what to believe but there is some truth to what I learned. And I will have to live with that for the years to come.

Instead, she left the house and studied the village around her. Silent again. Whoever this pack was, she'd only seen Leigh out of them all. Was there even a real pack here? She wandered away from the known paths, and farther into the outskirts. There had to be someone else here. "You've got to be joking. I'm not leaving here because of some human." Trisha froze. She knew that voice knew it all too well. "There's not a choice. We prepare our things and leave, now. You'll get Ryan so you should be satisfied. If I had known he would be the cost of my son," Westworth's voice faded.