Zeke Baylor Novels & Stories

I cut him off rather angrily. His brow furrowed. “Who?” “Tonya,” I snapped. “Where did Zeke take her? He hasn’t been the same since he came back from wherever they were. You’re his Beta. You must know something?” Daniel looked away. That was all the confirmation I needed. “You do know,” I gritted. “Tell me.” He didn’t respond. I stepped forward. “Fine. Don’t tell me where she is. But tell me this. Why did Ezra back out of the challenge? Why did he vanish with his entire army just like that?”

Ezzo patted Zeke on the shoulder and quipped with an amused smile, "But you have a lot of love rivals, kiddo. Even I could tell that Jasper Beckett and Jameson Schmidt are in love with Alexa. Do you think you can win against them, having only met her today?" "The Schmidts are not our match. As for Jasper Beckett … he does not hold a candle to me." Zeke sounded dismissive when he talked about Jasper. "Sure, he's a Beckett and the president of the Beckett Group, but technically, he's just a lapdog.

Elena whispers, staring at Zeke, her jaw practically on the floor. Zeke Colts. One my brother's best friends. I would personally describe him as a complete and utter idiot who is seriously so annoying. He's been over to our house multiple times and on every single one of those times I either wanted to murder him or kill myself. He isn't per se rude or anything, but he's just annoying. Like, you know how you have that one sibling you love but can't stand? Yeah, that's Zeke. Except I don't like him. I just tolerate him. Most of the time, anyway. I don't know why Elena has such a huge crush on him.

PHOENIX’S POV “Okay, so I asked around and the person you need to impress today is Cristopher, not Justice.” Zeke was pulling stuff out of the duffel bag that he brought with him. He had packed a bottle of water, a towel, protein bars and fresh set of clothes. One would think that he got all that for me to use after tryouts, but they were actually for him. He claimed that being near these many athletic guys would make him lose his cool and he’d need to be hydrated to continuing functioning like a normal human being.

I supposed that was Zeke's scribe. My council had pressed that I should get one. Although I thought Roy had that covered, and he served as both my scribe and my beta, so there was no reason to get another one. The man cleared his throat to get the crowd's attention. “Presenting, Alpha Zeke Roland of Silverstone, Alpha and Lord of Mid Eastern Rozaria, and his Beta, Abe Austin…” “Austa Marcus, Austa,” his beta whispered from the carriage. “Austa…” the scribe, whose name I'd just learned was Marcus, corrected himself. Howls and trumpets followed as they both stepped out of the carriage.

"Austin, you're overestimating yourself, no? With your level, it's impossible for you to get into the special forces." Zeke's father, Karlo Guzman, was in the army, so he knew the requirements for the troops best. "Who do you think you are?" Austin glared at Zeke, a little angry at the latter poking fun at him. When Zeke heard this, he was even more amused as he looked at the furious Austin and said, "Austin, you don't know who I am? If you want to join the special forces, I might actually have a say in that."

a chirpy voice filled with excitement came through the receiver. For the first time in weeks, Caleb smiled, “No Kylie, you’re just in time.” He replied. It was good to hear such enthusiasm from Cassandra’s cousin, perhaps her presence would help Cassandra understand her situation better, but even more, he couldn’t wait to see how the straight-laced, cold Roy would react to a mate who was his opposite in every sense of the word.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

“I guess I deserve that one.” I went to punch the man again only for him to dodge it, and turn me around. My back was to his chest, and he tightened his grip. “Listen, your mate, my fucking sister, is giving birth right now. The two of us can play wrestling all you want when that is over; however, you two just went through a car accident, and I don’t know the damage that both of you have been through, therefore, you need to be checked up on.” He said, and I growled in warning. “I am not here to hurt you, Dean.”