Alpha Jaxon Novels & Stories

"Ava, you should stop talking about them. Did you even see that Alpha Jaxon isn't in his good mood now?" James said while Ava kept talking about Uriel and Veronica when they were children. Ava's eyes flickered several times. She was confused about why Jaxon would react that way, especially since Uriel was his beta.

Jerry’s black SUV arrived at the Shadow Pack and approached the gates. The guards stiffened as he stepped out, their eyes darting nervously. Without acknowledging them, Jerry walked straight towards the Alpha's house, his dark aura clearing a path ahead of him. In the main hall, Alpha Jaxon was holding court, his thin frame hunched over the table as he listened to his advisors. He was barely in his thirties, his youthful face marred by constant worry. The moment the doors swung open and Jerry entered, the air in the room thickened. Jaxon’s eyes widened, and he quickly stood, dismissing his advisors with a wave.

“No Josie, just leave it…he made his decision clear…he’ll be back when he is ready.” “Can’t you feel it, through the sibling bond. Something is seriously wrong. I’ve got to go after him.” “I said leave it.” Jaxon roars at me, his anger completely misdirected, his aura rushing out on to me. Like Dad, Jaxon is a powerful alpha, for the most part keeping his real strength hidden. But in this very moment I get a snippet into how potentially strong he truly is. It takes my breath away, my mind stuck within an immobilised body. All control disappearing, as pain shoots throughout my body from fighting the call to submit.

“We’ve received complaints that your involvement has incited unrest. There’s concern your personal history is influencing the youth under your care.” “I hope so,” I said. “I hope they see that even if you’re trapped in a gilded cage, you can still break the lock.” A murmur went through the room. “You’re provoking,” the first man snapped. “I’m existing,” I snapped back. That’s when Jaxon stood. And the room froze. “If I may,” he said, voice deep and steady. The board chair narrowed his eyes. “And you are?” “Jaxon Black. Registered Alpha. Business owner. Protective guardian of Elara Sloane.” He looked around. “And the brother of the man you’re all too afraid to name.”

And there he was. Jaxson stepped from the treeline like the chaos was his stage, and he was born for it. His eyes burned red, wrong, touched with something darker than a wolf should ever carry. Scars slashed across his jaw, fresh and raw, but he wore them like trophies. His wolves peeled back, giving him space as if even they feared to brush against him. “Tyler,” he drawled, his voice carrying over the battlefield with unnatural weight. “Alpha of Lunar Lake. Protector of little humans. Pretender to strength.” He grinned too wide, too sharp. “Did you really think you could cut me down with borrowed allies and borrowed courage?”

“Still in the Snowlands. Last I heard, he killed an alpha and married her wife. Ingrid, I think her name was.” “Alex, then.” “Probably. I’ll send someone to monitor the Grey Keep. He could make things difficult for us.” The thread of light that Liana gave Blake wraps around his soul and pulses inside him. He shifts on the stone, stretching one of his legs and arching his back slightly. Jack frowns. “What’s wrong with you?” “I can feel her.” Jack’s nostrils flare, then he chuckles. “Luckily for you, she’s not a half-wolf who’s just about to go through the transition ... oh, wait...”

Jaxon. He stood framed in the doorway, a silhouette against the dim light of the hallway. He was shirtless, his broad shoulders and sculpted torso defined by the moonlight filtering through the window. His dark hair was tousled, a stark contrast to his usual perfectly controlled appearance, falling across his forehead with a boyish vulnerability that shocked me. His usual armor—the unyielding mask of the Alpha, the impenetrable shield of his pride—was stripped away, leaving him looking more like a ghost than the formidable warrior I knew. Haunted, uncertain, and too proud to admit the fear that I could feel radiating from him.

"But that’s no excuse. What do you need from me?" I tell him what I need. He gives me the Reeves history—the territorial philosophy, the likely strategy, the pressure points. He's thorough. He remembers things clearly and communicates them efficiently, which is why we worked well together for years. "He'll push until you push back," Jaxon warns. "Not aggressively—he's too careful for that. But he's testing to see what kind of Alpha you are. Don’t let him draw you into his game." "What kind of Alpha am I?" I can’t help but ask.

Alpha Jaxon's chest rumbled as he spoke: "What was a daughter of an alpha doing in a tool shed?" He asked. I stiffened. "My position as an alpha's cub does not in any way forbid me from pursuing my personal interests, Alpha Jaxon." I felt him smile at my cutting tone. "I never thought I would miss your sharp tongue, but here I am—" "—missing it," I finished for him, my heart jumping to my throat. We waltzed in silence for a few more minutes, then Alpha Jaxon spoke up again. "Raven, you look even more beautiful in a dress." He paused, then added under his breath. "More beautiful than I'd imagined."

AYLA The girl who had first seemed so very tough and calm had gotten shaken up by my question. And a tear left her eyes when I promised no one would hurt her. “The other alpha, he…” Sage started to say, but Liam stopped her. “You should know, the counsil of the wolves does not recognize Jaxon as an alpha. So call him Jaxson.” He said calmly, and Sage slowly nodded her head. “I am sorry. I just.” Sage started again.