Zach Dempsey Novels & Stories

Six including Nasir but I didn’t know if he was still in the house anymore. “Jesus Vi. Every fucking time.” I moved my head, blinked, trying to put the face to a voice. My vision cleared enough to see Zeus, one of Vic’s friends and mine as well. They were both around the same age and both of them had helped in my revenge. “Where the hell is Desmond?” Vic sounded angry. “He’s holed himself up in the pack house. I tried to talk to him but it was Aamon and he wouldn’t give control back to my dad. I didn’t want him to go as Aamon, so I got Grandpa.” Poor Liam. He sounded scared.

I screamed at his face as I turned to him, “You could have just kept your filthy mouth shut instead of trying to downplay my looks.” “Downplay your looks? I think you have words set up in your head because I never said anything regarding them; in fact, I find them exceptionally beautiful,” Zach said. “You are beautiful, Eve.” He tried to hold my hand, and I quickly hid them. He looked sullenly at me, given my rejection. Zach Demeanor changed completely as he lost hope of convincing me any further as he went on to pass me by. “It is not.” I wanted to explain my reason, but he refused each attempt I made.

Staring into his intense gaze, Jadie's heartbeat picked up pace, and she lowered her slightly flushed face. "Zach... I understand. I'll do as you say." Zach said with a smile, "I'll pick you up after school on Friday." Jadie nodded. "Alright." After dropping Jadie home, Zach made a beeline back to the office, where Kevin Harrison was waiting to debrief him on the upcoming arrangements. Kevin, Zach's right-hand man, presented several documents for him to sign. Wearing a sleek black vest and gold-rimmed glasses, Zach exuded a commanding air of self-discipline. He meticulously reviewed the departmental reports and upcoming project proposals. Outside the window, the sky had faded to darkness. Hi

Ace started, cocking a brow at Zach like he was mentally measuring bicep circumference and background-check credentials all at once, “besides the hero routine and the towel-folding, what’s your story, man?” Zach’s mouth quirked in mild amusement, completely unbothered. “Zach Dayton. Firehouse Nine. Just trying to help.” “That’s convenient,” Ace mused, crossing his arms again. “Good Samaritan with abs shows up, sticks around, impresses the cat…” “Spitfire bit you,” I reminded him, folding my arms tighter, cheeks heating. Ace shrugged, totally unfazed by the warning nip from my hormonal, overprotective cat. “She was testing boundaries. Happens to the best of us.”

Then, like it was nothing, he added, “There was a guy there today. Max. I think that was his name?” Zach glanced up. “Sullivan?” “Yeah. Him.” “He’s a goaltender,” Zach said. “Hardest position there is. You should definitely add him to your interviews—but Dane’ll get the starting spot.” “Oh,” Jamie said. He looked back down at his notes, unable to stop the small flicker of sadness that settled in his chest at the thought of Max on the bench, waiting.

Jesus Christ, this guy is even more crazy than I thought. "Oh, so fucking lucky. You thought you could talk yourself out of it with that pathetic ass apology but you were wrong, so wrong. There's nothing that you could do or say that would change what's about to happen to you." I can see the mix of disappointment and anger in his eyes but he doesn't say a word. He knows he's done and he trying to act strong and dignified but I see the fear and that is enough for me. "Say goodbye to your dad."

Sitting at a table with Kyle, Steve, Suzie, and Grayson I cannot stop myself from staring at Alpha Zac as he addresses the pack. I thought Grayson was delicious-looking, but fuck he was just a snack compared to Alpha Zac. He is built like a sex god. He was at least a foot taller than me, with chocolate brown hair that was perfectly tousled. Longer on the top, short on the sides. Piercing blue eyes, the same color as the rivers around us. A slight bit of scruff was neatly outlined on his sharp jawline. I could see every budging muscle under his dress shirt. Corded forearms were showing as his sleeves were rolled back.

“There’s still time before you have to head back to work. You came here to deliver the design draft for me, so I’m sure you’ve already told your company. Don’t worry.” The guy with the punk outfit also came over. He seemed to enjoy sticking close to Adela, and no one even batted an eye at it. He raised a cocktail glass and clinked it against her juice. “I’m Zach. Nice to meet you.” Adela figured she wouldn’t be getting out of here easily, so she just nodded politely. “Adela. Nice to meet you.” “I already know who you are,” Zach grinned as he set his drink down and rested his chin on one hand. “So... is it true? You’re really Layson’s girlfriend?”

So to prevent such from happening, I had to avoid looking straight into his eyes. "Go do your job." Alpha Kyle's voice came after a moment of silence. Immediately, I stood up and bowed to him heading to do my job. I was in charge of keeping the whole pack clean. Looking at the way the pack was at the moment, it seemed like I had been unconscious for a rather long time. I knew I had a lot of work to do, I couldn't dilly-dally around and immediately started my work. Even though at this time I could hardly move as the pain in my body was immeasurable, I had no other choice but to do what I was asked to.

I hope you at least got a good enough sleep. Ashleigh: Yeah, it wasn't too bad, wait... how come you are up at 5 am? Zander: I'm usually up this early *boy shrug emoji* Ashleigh: Really? Why so early? School doesn't usually start until 8.00 am. Zander: I like to go for a run every morning. It helps to clear my head for the start of the day. I try to catch up on any work or pack work I need to do beforehand if I have time after.