Tristan Parker Novels & Stories

His heart thundered in his chest, not from fear of battle, but from fear of her. He was Tristan Walker, Alpha of the Melting Moon Pack. But tonight, as he walked to Evandra, he felt like nothing more than a man trying to earn the chance to be forgiven.

"Huh? What?" "Over there. And that's Amanda Parker. They were kind of hooking up before she left town and transferred to another school. What is she doing here?" My mind was unable to process anything Lucy was saying as my eyes were fixed on Tristan who was leaning against his car in a sexy black t-shirt and dark wash jeans. He was surrounded by his friends and this Amanda chick was clearly trying to get his attention. She was really pretty with olive skin tone and long dirty blonde hair. I was happy that he paid her no mind but she kept touching his chest in a seductive manner and it was pissing me off. She was wearing a really short skirt and a revealing low-cut top that left very little t

"You’ve bled my pack dry. You’ve used the Varkane name to choke out my influence. Why can't you just accept that you were meant to be nothing?" I watched him with a detached, chilling clarity. "If my existence irritates you, look in a mirror. Maybe you’ll find the source of your failure there." "If you issue a public apology for this smear campaign," Tristan sneered, trying to regain his footing, "I might just find it in my heart to let you keep a shred of your dignity. It’s your last chance to be a part of this pack, Xender." I couldn't help it. A dry, humorless laugh escaped my lips. "A part of your pack? You really have lost your mind, haven't you? See a healer, Tristan. Your delusion is

Isn't it high time I bring up the issue of the past, maybe Damien will let me be? I think it is high time I told the police of how he killed Lisa years ago after raping her to stupor. What kind of obsession is this that Tessa has for me? it is obvious she hasn't gotten over me from her silly love for me. "Drive faster, please!" I am impatient. "Yes, boss", he answers and speeds up. "Is Frederick with them?" Frederick is Tristan's brother and we have known each other since high school. He works with the FBI.

I answer, voice hoarse. Ray pauses. “You good?” “Yea, just really exhausted.” Exhausted from the guilt of the things I’ve thought about Wren, the things I said to her in that bar…and overwhelmed by shame for not regretting it in the slightest. “Oh, of course. It’s late, I’m sorry.” I hum. “It’s fine. What’s up?” “I found out something earlier today,” he says. “Tristan Fuller…he was part of a biker gang. And so are the men that came around that day.”

I turned to him and saw that he was staring at me. “You look breathtaking tonight. I almost don't want any other man to see you like this. Just me" He murmured softly and for a second, I let the warm fuzzy feeling envelope me. The feeling of knowing you are wanted by somebody but I quickly shook it off as I pulled my hand out his grip and flashed him a tight lipped smile. He smiled back at me and we both climbed out of the car and immediately, we were almost attacked by the paparazzi. Tristan was the Lycan king and in this part of the world, he was the most popular and most important person so everyone wanted a piece of him.

SARA Alpha Tristan was beyond livid. He was absolutely pissed off that his meticulously planned picnic date had been ruined by the sudden, violent intrusion of his past. I knew he suspected me of having a hand in the timing of the chaos—or at least of relishing in it—but he couldn't actually prove anything, which seemed to make his frustration even more palpable. The walk back to the pack house was conducted in a heavy, suffocating silence that felt like a physical weight pressing down on my shoulders.

Dylan asked in surprise. "I feel like I want to swim in the blood," Paul smiled. "Just joking." It claims to add to this. "We have no idea," Clement replied shaking. "Trist, do you have anything to do with this?" "Do you doubt me?" Trist said proudly. "Six years ago, don't you remember what Chris did? Here at this resort he killed people and I'm sure he was buried here." It points to Clement. Silent to Clement instead, he closed his eyes and sighed.

I have been called The Last Bachelor as if that was even remotely true. Parker is still single and so is Benny now. The difference between Parker and me is that he is a Casanova, always with a different woman in his arm, while Benny is pinning over Trish. She divorced him because he was caught cheating on her. I know it only happened once, but it was enough for her to send him away and have full custody of the twins. I'm already regretting this dinner in a public space since the paparazzi will probably photograph me with the author I'm attempting to sign. When I arrive at the restaurant, I give my car keys to the Valet and he smiles when he sees my car.

And now he’s keeping to the promise he made to me five years ago; TO HELP ME RUIN CARLTON. Though everything he just said might sound almost impossible but when it’s coming from Tristian, I’ve no doubt. No fear. Tristian is a top rated most eligible and influential bachelor around the globe who could easily get anything done at the snap of his finger. Not exaggerating. Everything is literally at his disposal.