Travis Westover Novels & Stories

And there he was, standing behind her, arms wrapped around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. Travis. He was a transfer student. He played guitar. He had tattoos that looked like he did them himself with a sewing needle. He was everything I wasn't. "Authentic," she had called him. "Raw." The caption read: Finally found someone who sees the real me. ❤️ #NewBeginnings #RealLove

* FLASHBACK Two weeks before * Isabella West, Luna of Star Light Pack, had given birth to a boy, and the whole pack was celebrating the birth of Alpha's heir with their Alpha, Anthony West. “Congratulation, Alpha Anthony.” Calvin congratulation him. “I got a lot of diaper pants for the Alpha Heir.” “Thank you!! Thank you so much, Alpha Calvin.” He said with a big smile and signaled the omega near him to receive the gift that Calvin had brought with him. Calvin’s jaws tightened when his eyes landed on Isabella, who was doing her best to hide behind Anthony West. He hadn't forgotten how she was looking for an Alpha to settle. “That meeting never happened because of the war near your area,” Ant

Travis continued to watch me as if he expected me to change my mind. It was only when he realized that I wasn't backing down that he let out a breath. "Where to begin?" Travis sighed, rubbing his head. "Trinity, Chris, and I grew up together. As the alpha heir, my father made sure I was close to Chris, since he was to become beta. That led to me meeting Trinity as well.'

After Summer had walked away, the colleague who had pulled her aside at the elevator stared at her incorrigibly, “It looks like you’re allowed to get away with things, standing in front of Mr. West and even putting your hand over Mrs. West’s mouth. How admirable of you. You know each other, don’t you? Mrs. West mentioned something about ‘your own territory’... Are you…” Tiffany quickly denied, “It’s not that… Isn’t Mr. West good friends with Mark Tremont? You’ve heard of Mr. Tremont, haven’t you? Mr. Tremont’s wife is my best friend. Over time, I got acquainted with Mr. West’s mother. That’s all.”

Chapter 15 Writer’s POV “Guys, I think I got the perfect idea and Mom will have no other choice but to let us go,” Travis said with enough confidence. “Shoot.” They all said at the same time. “You all remembered Mr Richard?” He said to them. “You mean Mr Richard who developed an interest in Trisha and Teddy's artwork last year at the December sip and paint program?” Theresa questioned. “Yes,” Travis responded with a smile. “What about him? How can he help us? Remember the last time we talked to Erick Walters to talk to Mom on our behalf, mom still refuses so how do you expect a total stranger to convince Mom?” Tania added and did her hand signs.

God, I wish she would have just listened to me. As I pursued Dash’s scent, I couldn’t help but feel my heart racing with anticipation. Every step brought me closer to finding him, and the thought of finally catching up to him filled me with a sense of pride and purpose. However, I knew that merely following his trail wouldn’t be enough to track him down. I needed to shift into my wolf form to get a more accurate location. As I reached the outskirts of Portland, I found a secluded spot where no one could see me and began to transform. My bones shifted and twisted, stretching as I grew fur, claws, and fangs. Soon, I stood on all fours, fully transformed into a sleek and powerful red wolf. With

She adds. That earns a few laughs, mostly from Tianya and Kylynn. I can hear soft giggling from my side, so I know my little sprite also finds this funny. A man about my height sits down beside her as Alayni rolls her eyes. I recognize him as Travis Halestrum. His family owns numerous hotels and restaurants all over the world. We have wanted to meet with him for a few years now. I see the exact moment when he notices Tianya and Kylynn.

Death was the only freedom she had left. Calista Caitlynn had been raised in an Omega family—the lowest of the low, the slaves and outcasts of the werewolf hierarchy. For as long as she could remember, her parents despised her. All their affection, warmth, and protection were reserved exclusively for her younger sister, Amanda.

He stepped up to the podium, looking out at the crowd with a calm, dominant gaze. "Good evening, everyone," Travis greeted them. "I’m glad you all made the time to attend this gala. I know the past few days have been messy for this pack. I’m aware of the rumors floating around the region. My wife was poisoned, and I was betrayed by an Elder I once considered a mentor." The room went silent, the guests leaning in. "But as you can see, we are still standing," Travis continued, his voice growing stronger. "I’ve never been the nicest Alpha in this region. Most of you know me as a monster, a man of cold law and blood. And I was... until I met my wife."

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.