Young Carl Gallagher Novels & Stories

Primrose Abigail Layton – née Paulson, thirty-eight years of age. Job Title: Teacher of Wolf Shifter history at Silver Paw Primary School. Earns £40,000 per year. No criminal convictions. Carlo – no surname given by the head of child care at children’s home. Carlo was abandoned on pack grounds as an infant. It is not known where the child originated from, and no parents or relatives were ever found. Carlo has grown into a lively, confident young man. He is also opinionated and has the qualities of a future Delta.

KOA’S POV One thing I have learnt is that one cannot play by the rules with people who do not care about the rules. As I stared at Carl’s lifeless body, I understood this fact anew. He was only a young lad, full of life and dreams, only nineteen and his cold corpse had been delivered to my doorstep in the early hours of the day.

“You do realize the extensive checks each and everyone of us has gone through, Girl?” I stopped my staring match with my legs and glared at Carl. He was what? Eight or ten years older than me. Where did he get off calling me girl? “No, I don’t know what involves becoming the praetor’s little circle of trust and beyond finding the Betrayer I don’t care. Obviously, he’s been able to get past your security before. What makes you think he hasn’t gotten better at it?” I winced, realizing that wasn’t a submissive reply and stared back down at my legs.

He couldn’t help but be awed by the different antiques he saw. “Once we get you treated, I can show you around. But first, let’s take care of your wound.” “Yes, sir.” Carl sighed, and he knew this man was still guarded against him. “Right, what’s your name?” “I’m Ethan Castro, sir.” “Call me Carl. And to remind you, I hate being called sir.” Carl then hopped into his Ferrari parked in front of the museum. Ethan followed him as he kept a cloth in his wound. “So tell me, Ethan, why were you in the King’s Game?”

“Welcome young man” Carl patted Ralph’s shoulder appreciating his physique. Ralph is fifteen years old but he grew up into fine young man with well built broad shoulders. He wore a white turtle neck sweater paired with dark blue jeans giving his tall body a perfect look. He is so handsome with his chocolate brown hair ruffled by the air which he brushed away from his forehead by his fingers. “Carl. Good to see you again” Ralph shook hands with Carl as formal gesture and then hugged his father Louis who squeezed back his body to show how proud he is of his son for achieving many honours at such young age.

Jonathan simply muttered, turning to look at him and Carl hummed in agreement. Carl had been literally forced to wear a tuxedo and he looked good, he had shaved off his hair leaving him with low cut blonde hair. He wore diamond studded earrings and accessorized with a diamond Patek watch and Van Cleef bracelet. He had a tattoo by his neck, he looked like a typical heartbreaker adding to the fact that he had a pretty face. He was also well-known as the rebellious son of Wales Family. But after being successful, it closed everyone's lips up. “How long do you think they're going to last? I'm hopeful for more than a month. But I'm just guessing.” Carl cackled and Jonathan's heart hurt for his be

But the door didn't just open; it slammed. "You're avoiding me, Liam. I don't like being avoided." A heavy, expensive looking shopping bag dropped onto the table, sliding right over my notebook. I looked up. Carl was standing there, a wide, jagged smirk on his face. He wasn't in his team tracksuit. He was wearing a brand new, charcoal grey wool coat. It was thick, stylish, and clearly expensive. "Nice, right?" Carl asked, smoothing the lapel of the jacket. He spun around slowly, making sure I saw every stitch.

I moved quickly and got right back on my feet and took a defensive stance. He threw three punches and I blocked with ease. Before he could turn or react, I striked back, punching his face. “ Easy there tiger. You don’t want me to look ugly for my fans at the ball”. A sneer plasters on his face making me roll my eyes. Carl is the gamma’s son and Darren’s gamma when my father decides to step down from his position. Carl is a down to earth kind of guy. He is about 6’3 tall, very muscular with a playboy grin always plastered on his ugly handsome face.

Alpha Kendrik started. “It is a very joyous occasion for our family and for the pack as well since our son will now be able to find our future Luna. I would now like to welcome the birthday boy, Callan Baraed on stage” Callan ascended the steps leading up to the stage. Everybody clapped and warmly welcomed their future alpha. Callan looked hot! He was wearing a black pant-suite with a black dress shirt underneath. It made his black eyes and black hair pop more. My wolf howled with joy in my head, I took a huge breath in and could smell Callan, even from such a great distance.

The one and only Kyle McLartney was staring right into Carl’s soul. Carl gulped. Fuck. “Well, if it isn’t the famous kid lawyer. I was wondering when we might talk,” Kyle says, smirking. Carl was surprised, then confused. How did he know?