Weston Parker Novels & Stories

I take note of many familiar faces. Mostly people I want to avoid or influential people. Aunty made it a necessity for me to know the big names and the current happenings so I wouldn’t be out of touch here. Her tutoring comes in handy when Phineas Parker sits next to me. He is the second son of Alpha Devon Parker, Current leader of the Parker Pack. His Father is on the list of top 20 most influential Alpha’s in the Therian Country. My Father is somewhere at the bottom of the top 40. “Crazy, right?” He says. Orange eyes scanning the entire room. His voice is firm and deep.

They are both handsome and have the perfect face as well, so women also chase them, many agencies want to make them models which they declined because they want to focus on missions and handling the business. People can't identify whose Walker or Weston but we can identify who Walker and Weston, Weston has a small mole under his right eye, while Walker has a mole in the under his left eye. They both have pale skin, they are very white and like Dionne they like black things, and their clothes are always black. Both of them have Mullet wolf cut, they don't want to let people identify them, so they made sure that everything they have are both the same. In studies, they both graduated in degrees

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

"I am not trying to take anything from you, Emerson. I'm just doing my job." He looked back at me. His mouth opened. "Emerson." We both turned. Patrick Weston was standing at the end of the hallway, still in his coat, a travel bag hanging from one hand. He looked tired the way he always looked when he came back from a work trip — eyes heavy, shoulders carrying the weight of days that had been too long. But he was looking between the two of us with quiet attention. "Dad." Emerson pushed off the wall and straightened. "You're back early."

I lifted my face, full of fury, and looked straight into the eyes of the man I’d defied my father for. “I, Alpha Luca Miller, reject you as my Luna, Victoria Bianchi, for bringing neither power nor heirs to Creston Pack, and I condemn you to serve as a breeding Omega for the benefit of my people.”

He smiles. "And you don't have to." This made Aaliyah curious, she went on google searching up his name, going on the news. The billionaire, Antonio Parker recently married, Antonio Parker landed in Jamaica, Antonio Parker is seen with the model, Melissa Avaire. Melissa? She scrolled down further, to his teen years. Antonio rumoured dating his teacher, Olive Smith. "You searched it up didn't you?" She nods smiling. "Your dating history is wow." "You're wondering if most of them are true." She nods.

Everything must be recorded. I know a lot of packs treat their omega's like shit because they are the least important. But not in my pack, they are the most essential workers, because they are the ones that keep our living environment going. They do the essential jobs, like running the restaurants to cleaning, waitressing, etc. They deserve the same respect as the professionals in my eyes. I said goodbye to my wife this morning before I had to leave. Of course, I never bother telling her where I am going, because honestly, I don't like to bother her with my countless duties. I just don't think she'd be interested in the things I do.

Sara asked, sitting on the edge of the desk, her legs seductively emerging from her skirt. “Take down the mastermind. Henry Weston.” Blake said, placing his hand on her leg close to him and rubbing slowly. “Henry Weston? Are you sure? Why would he be involved in this?” Sara asked, removing Blake’s tantalizing hand from her leg playfully. “He has a vendetta against me for entering the Weston family and wants to make trouble for me. He hired the small gang off the street to do small tricks to torment the business, but nothing too drastic for Elon Trust to get involved.” Blake continued and placed his hand back but further up and entered her skirt, rubbing her again.

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.

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