Zeke Dunbar Novels & Stories

"Cal? He's not that young is he?" Jasper chuckles. "Everyone's young to me." Suddenly, he sets me down. Stretching, I look through the trees. I can see the lights of Grayson's house close by. How did time pass so quickly? "Even Kaden?" This time, Jasper laughs aloud. "Kaden's great, great..." He pauses. "Great, great grandparents didn't even exist when I killed by father." Startled, I look up to meet his gaze. "Remember, I'm not really alive."

“What do you want?” Beta Zeke stood at the top of the mezzanine stairs a few feet from my bed. He had a black leather jacket, black jeans and white vest. The white of the vest highlighted his olive skin. I already knew he was ripped underneath, thanks to Livi providing me an immediate flash of remembrance. Those dark eyes stared right at me. With no emotion, “I’m heading back north.” “How long are you leaving me here for? I can’t stay here forever! I should be at Cragstone”

Zeke drove us to some club I didn't know, claiming he knew the bouncer so we wouldn't have to wait in a queue on anything. When we got there he parked the car and we gotout and followed Zeke to the front of the club. We passed the line of humans waiting to get in, all of them making noises of complaints, and to the intimidating looking bouncer at the front. As soon as he saw me he lowered his head slightly, "Luna" he smiled at me. I said a quick hello and he let us all in.

"Just saying." “Purer? Or just more convenient for your hierarchy?” I jab a finger at his chest for emphasis. “I’m serious, Zeke. I don’t care about your pack or your world. I’ve been living without it for twenty-two years, and I’m perfectly fine continuing that way.” "You can't live without me princess. I'm the peanut butter to your jelly," he whistles, then he drops his voice low, in a sexy tone. "Besides, I have more stamina than my human counterpart. What's his name? Noah?"

he said with a mouthful of chicken. Vincent snorted. "Gosh, really? Chicken? That's the first thing you ask for?" He said. Zeke shrugged and emptied his glass of water. "Cut me some slack. I've just awoken from a coma" he stated. A smile tugged at Vincent's lips. "It's a relief." "Right...I heard from Colton that Andrea and Kathryn want the Gamma title" Zeke said, a smile on his face. "That's right. It's no use anyway. Neither of them will get the title" Vincent said.

Zane’s POV I walked inside of Velvet Fist as the intense sound of music rushed in my ears. I don’t even know what I am doing here, I just know that I need to find answers. Answers which my own father is denying me of. I need to know the real truth. The absolute one before I tell it all to my sunshine. I just hope she understands why I kept it away from her. “Zane?” Uncle Beck's voice came from behind and I turned around to see him chug down a drink, looking a bit sulky.

“Who else would believe in your nonsense other than Mr. Lynch who had been blinded by your devious words? “Who else will help you get away with this? “You let Otis Kye come here because you want him to help you get away with this! “And you are still saying that you want him to enforce the law impartially? Do you think we are as stupid as you? Do you think we will be easily fooled by you? “You’re still young but you’re over-ambitious and always thinking of all kinds of things! “I’m telling you. I’m taking over this matter myself! “No matter what thoughts you have, it’s useless in front of me.” Zeke was born in the Smith family of Mordu, so he definitely did not lack in terms of power and mone

He seems to detect that’s all he’s going to get from me, so he continues, “Between what happened in Tennessee, and then your mother, I understand you need to take the time to get yourself together, so please do not rush yourself in coming back to work. Whenever you’re ready to come back, we will put you back on assignment, but until then, take your time to sort out what you need to sort out. If you need a ‘one-off’ in that time, to blow off steam, I will always be willing to oblige.” It takes me several moments to process this—and not just because Zeke has now uttered a total of four sentences without managing to come off as a condescending, creepy, cricket-rapist. “Wait . . . so I’m not . .

For now, I simply sat there and watched out the window as the scenery went by. “He will come around, Daniel” Zeke says to me. I slowly turn my gaze to him, “I doubt that very much, Zeke,” I reply before turning back to look at the scenery. Zeke had been the lead Council member for this investigation and had always come across as an ass. The truth was he was a good friend. He knew Lucas was my mate and had been encouraging me to wait and believed Lucas would come around.

he breathed, rubbing against Zeke like a cat in heat. With the toys in place, Zeke pocketed the remote control app on his phone. "Remember, I'm in charge. Be good, or I'll turn it up." They headed down to the company offices below the penthouse, a sleek corporate tower where Zeke was the CEO, and the others held key roles. The day started normally, Eli in finance, Damien in development, Delilah as Zeke's personal assistant, but Zeke's intervals of activation turned it into a game of endurance.