Wiley Harpe Novels & Stories

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.

Wiley herself wasn’t all that comfortable around the Haunt yet. Jas looked at her dead on. “I’m no coward, Wi.” Affection and pride made Wiley smile. “No, you’re not. Come on. Let’s see if we can find something pointy to annoy the guys with.” She followed Piper into the armory, still smiling.

He would be good to have on my side. Standing next to him was Harlem, she created runes, and was his wife, recently married. What Thalis didn’t know was Harlem used to sneak out and visit me late at night. She was treacherous. I looked to the other two, I didn’t know their names. “Harvey, I work with runes.” “I’m Heather, I heal. We’re ready to assist you, future leader.” Heather bowed with a gleam in her eyes. Oh, she is going to be putty in my hands, I can already feel it.

she shrieked. "Or is your 'kindness' just a show for the high society? Do you think I'm not worthy of your help?!" Harper caught Adelaide's eye and gave a subtle shake of her head. Her look said it all: There's more to this story. Adelaide gave a barely perceptible nod. She agreed. The Glenveil Pack was known for being fair and level-headed. As far as Harper knew, Wanda's mate, Winslow, had several breeders on the side. One of them, Sabrina, was a favorite.

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.”

"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.