Viktor Hargreeves Novels & Stories

I said and yanked my phone out of his hand. The moment I got outside and out of prying eyes, I looked down at my phone, his number was boldly written across the screen while his name was in tiny letters under it. I couldn't help but squeal in happiness, on the inside though, can't have them thinking anything of it. Blake's POV

There were always a few rows before Greta and Tom would be going. "I Beta Paul Gryffin, pledge my loyalty to the bloodstone pack and Alpha Erik Bloodstone." He started to cut his hand and allowed his blood to drip into a cup that had the blood of the animals they hunted last night in it. He brought it to his lips and shot it back. I could feel his link sever. He bowed his head and then stood behind his wife as she did the same.

I quickly put on a jacket and slipped out the back door. When I reached the warehouse, it looked just like I expected—run-down and industrial, perfect for secret meetings. Viktor stood there, leaning against an old metal container. He looked just like he had in the park: tall, thin, covered in tattoos hinting at a rough past. “Commissioner Hart’s daughter,” he said, his voice echoing in the empty space. “Brave. A bit foolish. But I admire your spirit.” “You wanted to talk,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though my heart was racing.

I frowned when Jeremy looked away. "Please don't leave right now. We know it's all hard to take in but we promise we're not the bad guys. Just stay until the reception is over and I promise your entire family will be back to Texas safely." Helena persisted. "I don't consider you the bad folks. My brain can't wrap around the new information it just discovered. My best friends for years are werewolves and I never noticed anything strange." He shook his head and looked between all of us. "Listen, I don't mean to be rude, but Aaron. This rat is getting annoying!" I turned around to find Dave clinging onto Christian's arm. Christian clearly looked annoyed with how many times he pushed Dave away.

“Let us leave your twin pups with an old Omega woman who once owed my mother a favour.” Scarlett held my hand and led me through the path to an old building. I saw the pack archives. The door sounded loud as I pushed it open. Dust floated with the thin rays of sunlight that spread over the house. “Quick,” Scarlett said, snapping her fingers. “Honestly… we really do not have much time". Afterwards, she pulled an old book from the shelf, her cracked hands were even shaking as she opened it. My father’s name was clearly written on the cover. WOLFE.

But the message had the unmistakable ring of a man who knew exactly how far he could push. Emma’s heart slammed against her ribs. She scanned the garage, half expecting to see Ryan or Marcus waiting like predators. No one. Just her own car three rows over, and a black Mercedes idling at the far end, engine running low. The driver’s window rolled down. A tall, sharp-suited man stepped out mid-forties, salt-and-pepper hair, the kind of face that looked carved for boardrooms and bad decisions. “Michael Hargrove,” he said, offering a hand. “Apex’s newest acquisition partner. We met briefly in the ballroom. You looked… distracting.”

Rich people are strange. "It is, if you're conspiring against one of us," Grayson says, obvious referring to the Alpha's in here. By the look in his eyes, he doesn't want to believe the words he says, but he is totally correct in his assumptions. I am here for Alpha Noah of the Harmony Pack. I nod down to his hand on my arm. "I think you should let me go..." Looking at his hand, I suddenly notice something glint around his finger, through the thin fabric of his glove. Is that a ring? My eyes widened...silver.

“You misunderstand me. I apologize for the rough gestures from my men. They didn’t exactly have a choice as you have been hiding too well. I’m Alpha Rowan.” His eyes widened, his mouth agape. “Rowan Hargrove? You are a werewolf?” He takes me in with genuine care and respect, “Hargroves are the longest existence of Werewolves in San Zero. I, myself believed it was a myth, I’m honored to meet you, Alpha,” He slightly bows. I waved him off, “Feel free, I’m in need of your help.” He chuckles sarcastically, “My help? I can’t possibly imagine why someone like me would be of help to you, Alpha.”

I felt scared under his gaze, like he could see right through me. “I’m Victor Grayson,” he replied, his tone smooth and confident. “I’m the leader of the G.H.C.—the organization that oversees the ” "Where's Alex?What do you want with me?” I asked, panic creeping into my voice. He stepped closer, the smile never leaving his face. “Oh, I’m not here to hurt you, Lila. Quite the opposite, actually.” He paused. “We just need to fix a little problem. You’re a liability now. You’ve become an issue for the G.H.C and for Hyperion.”

He stopped. I was already picking up my phone. Already thinking about the board calls Viktor had made from the hospital bed. Haverford. Lim. Park. Osei. Four names. Four people Viktor had called clean without question. "Which one," I said. Gregor pressed his mouth together. "Viktor said four names," I said. "Haverford. Lim. Park. Osei. Which one isn't clean." Gregor looked at the table. "Osei," he said. "Richard Osei has been"