Unstoppable Morgan Patreon Novels & Stories

“Henceforth, you and your affliction will have no rights over Morgan construction, I’ll pay, of course” “How much?” “Name your price” “It’s not about money” “What do you want? Property? Gems?” “Our world is about power, what would people say to learn we have lost a foothold like Morgan Construction, we funded it in the early stages for this purpose, it’s not nice to back out because it no longer pays you” “Your deal is with David Morgan, not me” “Sins of the Father” My lips parted and his hand tightened around my thigh. “And I’m happy to wipe clean of that debt”

“So rare that most packs don’t have a single carrier. Even among Alphas, it’s uncommon.” Everywhere became silent again, then a voice broke through it. “I’ll do it.” I turned and saw Morgan. He stood near the door, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He looked tired, darker shadows under his eyes than usual. “I’ll donate,” he said again, calm and direct. “I’m not fond of him, but I’m not so small-minded that I’d watch him die.” My mother looked startled. My father studied Morgan closely, as if weighing his words.

It was unbelievable. Beta Morgan!

"It feels like betrayal. Living well while he…" "While he lives under the protection of a full pack, wanting for nothing material?" Morgan's eyes were knowing. "I researched extensively while you slept. Theo Silvermoon is the pampered grandson of the Alpha family. He has everything except his true mother." The words stung because they were true. "He doesn't know I exist anymore." "Which is why you need to become someone unforgettable." Morgan poured tea, the domestic action contrasting with her predatory grace. "Tell me…what do you think power is?"

Stella Harris on the other hand, was going through her marriage certificate at her new home. Looking at his name, Chris Morgan, she could only think of a particular family but she wasn't sure. She then brought out her phone to check if she would find his name online. Typing his name, she was surprised to see that he had no social media account but his name was all over the finance space on the internet. Checking his family background, she was shocked when she saw some pictures. He was actually from the famous Morgan Clan. Chris Morgan was the only son and the current president.

Later, as my grandmother dozed in her favorite chair, I slid my access card across the table to Uncle Rob. "Uncle, please take this," I urged quietly. He recognized it immediately—the card for my Emergency Fund Account. His eyes widened as I initiated the transfer of $70 million into his pack's accounts. "Grace, no," he protested, his voice trembling with shame. "I can't keep taking your money." I knew this wasn't the first time I'd helped the Morgan Pack financially. My accumulated wealth from past healing successes and shrewd investments made before my mating had sustained them through several crises.

"Since you are clear of the advantages this partnership can bring you, for what reason are you acting so egotistical Mr. Morgan?" "I think you are the one that is acting pompous. We settled the meeting at 10Am however here you are at 11 0' clock. What does this mean?" Mr. Morgan asked with an ugly grin. "There's just something single I might want to say. If you're keen on teaming up with us, you have to simply consent to the deal. And if you don't, we will search for another accomplice. The executive President of Vertex organizations, Liam Kingston, is as of now sitting tight for me to consent to his proposed deal."

He had outrun some of them and was now catching up with the beta's daughter and Callum who's on the lead. "Morgan!" He immediately stopped running and turned to look by the training barracks and waved when he saw Patricio, their packs' zeta. "Go ahead!" He called out to the wolves before he ran back to the barracks to meet with their zeta. Patricio had his arms wide opened as he watched the twenty-four-year-old Morgan approached. He was the one who trained Morgan ever since he was nineteen. While everyone condemns him for not being able to turn, Morgan was working hard to prove everyone wrong.

“I’m Morgan. You must be Mila.” She didn’t answer. Just looked at him with her fiercest scowl, lips pressed tight. Morgan chuckled softly, undeterred. “You don’t have to be mad at your dad,” he said. “He’s doing this because he loves you. I promise you won’t even know I’m here most of the time. I’ll just be your shadow, okay?” Still no reaction. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled something out. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I happened to find this lying around, and I don’t really have anyone to give it to.”

“How bad is it?” “Very bad that it may soon affect yours. I am getting calls from the investors in Michigan and—” “Holy shit,” I blurted. “Figure out a solution to this and just get back to me.” I dropped the call and dug my fingers through my thick black hair. “Morgan,” Liam called and I looked at him. “Just tell Taters to get me my fucking money.” “You’ve not been listening to me,” he countered. “The Taters are bankrupt as well. They have no way to pay back your money but they have the solution we may need.”