Ally Beardsley Age Novels & Stories

Oscar says. "Okay, okay. You have been rubbing it into my face that I am older than you since we met. Do you think I feel happy having a little pup like you as my mate? I am used to mature men. I'm not used to teenagers. Oh, please tell me you're older than twenty and not a teenager anymore," I say as I look at his young face. I hope he shaved this morning and at least already has a beard. "I am twenty-two," Oscar answers.

I shrug and study him well this time. He doesn’t have a beard though his jaw is chiseled, his nose isn’t the prettiest you could find but it fits his face just fine. He is handsome in the handsome type of way and I wouldn’t say he is much older than Andrea, she is twenty-one. "Twenty three," I don't bat an eyelash before speaking. Not a lot of girls would sit and be guessing the age of the man that is holding them against their will but I call it survival.

He chuckled. Hayley rolled her eyes and replied. “It’s Bridgette.” “Bridgette? You seem excited to meet her.” he teased. She smiled and said nothing. “You say that she’s an old lady?” Raul was being inquisitive. “Oh yes; she is in her sixties.” “Wow!” Raul was amazed. “Have you got a picture of her?” “Not yet.” Hayley replied. I’m just glad that you are happy baby. I really miss you a lot.” He confessed.

He frowned. A man walked in, smiling. His hair was long and completely white; his face had very little wrinkles, hiding the fact that he was in his eighties. The robe he wore reached down to his ankles. It made him look very athletic. "Abe!" Dallan exclaimed. He jumped from the sofa and straight into the elderly man's arms. "I can't believe you still do this to me," Abe laughed and patted his back. "You should know I am an old man. It would be devastating to get crushed by a wolf."

And he was at least 65 by now! His hair was gray, peppered with darker shades here and there, cut much shorter than Killian’s. He rocked a short trimmed beard that covered what looked to be the world's best jaw line and I could almost feel a tinge of sadness because of it. He was tall. Tall- tall! Maybe not as tall as Killian, but this man was just as big.

“You wanted to! You wanted to do an underaged teenager.” Gillian balked. “He was not underaged!” “He’ll be eighteen in a month. February 22nd.” It was Beau who blurted that out. He usually didn’t contribute in any way to their daily arguments, but when it came to Toby Irons, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. That topic always hit too close to home. “There you go,” Thallon nodded at Beau in appreciation. Gillian rolled her eyes to heaven high. “Oh, shut up. That’s practically an adult.”