Wiley Harpe Novels & Stories

Several people had marched out of the entrance. Both men and women were present in the group, all wearing identical arrogant expressions on their faces. They glared at Harvey with hostile eyes. One of them pushed out a man on a wheelchair, who turned out to be none other than the man whose rib cage Harvey crushed: Wyler Ward himself! Wyler looked no different than a cripple, but the evil gaze in his eyes was as clear as day. “Harvey York!” Wyler glared scornfully at Harvey, gritting his teeth.

Harper genuinely wanted to do something she enjoyed rather than be a server or receptionist, but she still turned down the internal internship opportunity at the Werewolf Health Alliance that Wyatt had sent her. Working at WHA was something that would only happen in her wildest dreams. However, her resume didn't even qualify her for a janitorial position there. She didn't want to disappoint Wyatt. Harper perused the websites of universities and research institutions, particularly intrigued by pharmaceutical studies. Landing a simple lab assistant job would be ideal. After sending emails to several professors at Slivergray, Wyatt's video call popped up in the top right corner of her screen. "

The communication was broken off and the captain switched back to her backup. "Subject's been compromised. Wait for my signal. I'm going in." With that, the captain advanced towards the door and stood on one side. She waited. If the delivery guy had ratted her out, whoever was inside would make a run for it. Or, maybe his mic was broken but that was highly unlikely, considering where the APD gets most of its gadgets from. Carter Laboratories or CarterLabs for short. The most successful and biggest research facility in all of Georgia, run by none other than Dr. Carter Hall and his partner, Dr. Katherine Patterson.

He trembles, both of them kneeling instantly. "Go, I will take first watch. I'll deal with you when we get back home." I tell him. He and his partner scurrying off. I don't go out of my way to know people's names unless they have made a strong impression on me or I hold them in high regard. Harper is one of the personal guards I hold in high regard since he was recruited from Weeping meadows pack three years ago. He was one of the most skilled fighters I had seen since Ryder and earned the privilege of being on my royal army easily. Of course he no longer is.

Then a name flashed at the corner. Harper Dale. Isabella felt her stomach sink. "Harper? But he's just an IT manager. He's been with the company for years. He's… harmless." Roosevelt shook his head. "He was paid to adjust financial books and records. Someone wired money directly into an offshore account in his name." Alexander's voice was low and dangerous as he leaned forward. "Bring him in." Moments later, an officer escorted Harper into the room. His hands were trembling. He wouldn’t lift his head. Isabella could see the fear written all over him.

Harriet narrowed her eyes at Lilac, but said nothing. She craned her head towards Hakeem, who had a solid two feet on her. “Hakeem Wilson, you can be today’s volunteer. Stay in your human form and try your best to hold your own against the others.” From where I stood hidden within the forest, I could see with astounding clarity the wicked gleam in Harriet’s eyes. She thrust her finger at him, nearly jabbing Hakeem in the chest. “Alright everybody, go ahead and shift.”

When I look at Cal it makes sense for him to be one of the typically strong Wolves hired by Alphas to hunt down specific individuals. Did Grayson send him? "How much I am paid is none of your business. Now you can either hand the girl over, or I shoot you in the heart," Cal says. Obviously Reilly feels the weight of the threat. Cal has displayed his skill with an arrow beforehand, and with no way to protect himself, Reilly has nothing to do but obey the hired Huntsman. "And piss him off?" There is is again. Him. Who is this man no one is telling me about?

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?" My eyes almost got out in my eye socket. "WEDDING!?"

"What on earth are you suggesting, Harper?" "I am telling you that we should kill that bitch, Rachel," Harper declared with an eerie calmness. "Willow is a gullible and unintelligent individual, incessantly seeking our validation. If I were to summon her to a secluded location under false pretenses, she would undoubtedly comply. And that would grant us the opportunity to dispose of her discreetly." Rachel hesitated, visibly shaken by Harper's audacious proposition. "Harper, this is extreme. Consider the potential consequences. What if we are caught?"

I breathe out a deep shaky sigh as I sit down in the chair at the back of the big classroom. My heart is beating hard against my chest and my eyes are darting to the students filling the room gradually, including Harper, my personal bully. She looks so pretty and her confidence is incredible. Her hair is long and lustrous, flowing to her shoulders in an impressive manner. She is higher class, the kind that mingles with the Alpha. I’m an omega, a low-ranked nobody, and Harper never fails to remind me of that every damn day. I hate her, and she knows, but she certainly doesn’t give a sh*t.