Weston Parker Novels & Stories

Husband, it sounds weird. "You haven't introduced yourself yet." She diverted the topic. "Oh yes." He straightened his back, "I am Lucas Wills, from the chemical engineering department. Also a captain on the football team." He told her. "Wow. You are great." She gave him a thumbs up. "I am Hannah Park from IT." "I know already." He looked away. "What? How do you know me? As far as I remember today's the first time we are seeing each other." Hannah was curious.

They love him for it. “Hey, sis.” Weston takes off his boots and crosses the room. I set my coffee down and stand, welcoming him with a hug. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” “I know. I’ve been swamped at work.” “How’s the Batmobile coming?” he asks with a smirk. Weston’s a cop, and together we keep the Batmobile theory alive in Jacob’s mind. “Will you two stop already!” Mom steps over Boots and scoops up Jackson. “Poor Jacob actually believes you.”

“It really can’t. I need his advice.” The two looked at each other before shrugging their shoulders. “Is everything alright, Weston?” Andy asked worriedly, mirroring Jace’s worried expression as well. Weston sighs, “Don’t worry, guys. I just really need to pick Amir’s brain. He’s the pack strategist, after all.” Jace and Andy nodded as they continued their walk in relative silence. When they reach the door, Andy opened it and entered followed by Jace, then Weston. He looked around the three-bedroom apartment and noticed Amir’s door slightly ajar. Jace placed the bundle of papers in his arms over the center table in the room before opening their little brother’s room.

Now you have your own way - Laura Cooper took her grandson by the hand and led to the tree. To that very "family tree", probably. I reflexively followed them. The garland, as I now saw, was a simple rope on which leather bracelets were strung. They were all the same, only two stood out among them - instead of a wide leather strip, a wooden plate was threaded through. I moved even closer, almost burying myself in Reed. Names were written on the pieces of wood - Luke Wilson and Rachel Wilson. All the rest turned out to be named too - there were all the names of the pack. Grandma Cooper took off one bracelet and tied it around Reid's arm.

he said, “Do you know how dangerous it is. Even for wolves and you’re just a human,” “Thanks for saving my life. I’m grateful for that, but you don’t have to worry about me,” The man gazing at me as if I’m a wonder. “Who are you? Why are you here?” I asked. “I’m Alex and I live around here,” he said. “What’s your name?” he asks me. “Serena,” “Serena, where are you from?” The way he said my name, made my heart race. “I’m from Silver Fangs pack,”

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

“She had her life ripped away while very little changed in his. When a suspicious topic comes up, you bet your ass I’m going to find out why. I’ll do what I can to protect her, however I can.” I smiled across to my father before standing and walking over to him. “Thank you, Daddy,” I said as I kissed his forehead before going to search for Weston. He hadn’t been the same since the conversation about his parents. I found him outside by the pool, a beer in his hand as he gazed out at the city. “Weston?” I called to him, placing my hand on his arm. He turned to me with a pained expression. “Did you ever read the tabloids about starlings having meltdowns and drug problems and how their parents d

Domitian asked the soldier. The soldier nodded and then shook his face face, “There is a much darker story than that, Sir,” he paused and breathed deeply, as if the next thing he would say was much more of a disaster. And disaster it was. “Weston of the Black Haw Pack killed Flavius Lester’s daughter, slitting her throat during their engagement. That’s when Weston escaped and flew out of the pack and the enemies think that he was here in the Midnight pack because of Miss Monica.”

“You know, I didn't think you'd come. I didn't think you cared about her enough. I thought if I left Alvira at your place, wearing almost nothing, you'd forget all about Zara. I thought you were just like any other guy, easy to distract. A bit of a player, maybe?” I took a deep breath. “Well! You were wrong, Weston. Very wrong.” Weston laughed, a short, sharp sound. “Were I? I thought you would be too busy with Alvira to worry about Zara. She is in here, and she is mine,” he said, pointing to the locked door. “She will be mine forever." "I felt my hands clenched into fists. “You're crazy, Weston. You can't keep her. Let her go now.”

Everything seemed different. At Least different from the castles I'd built up in my head. Weston made a name for himself. The first ever Alpha of this Pack that got out of the comfort of the palace and interacted with the people. He had spent the past week familiarizing himself with the troubles of the Citizens and what he could do to fix them. Other than that, he had busied himself with other duties like officially meeting new Alphas and other aspiring Warriors who wanted to fight for the pack's security. There was a lot going on, especially because of the change in leadership.