Andi Mack Jonah Beck Novels & Stories

“So, there’s a part two to Jodi’s performance from this morning.” “No, this is for the bar and well, you know how Jodi likes to push the envelope,” Jacobs said. “By the way, my code name is Axel for tonight.” Williamson cracked up. “Shit, I can’t take it.” Matt laughed, too. “Can I get you boys a drink?” Becky asked as she approached them. Matt remembered Becky from when he would come in during the afternoons two years ago to have a beer. “We have two specials tonight. We got red Jell-O shooters - three for three dollars,” she said.

“If someone has to be productive around here, it’s me.” “And if someone has to enjoy life, that’s me,” Beck added. I shook my head slightly before asking, “Where’s Damon?” Beck ducked underwater briefly, then resurfaced, his wet hair plastered to his forehead. “Oh, you know him. Always messing around with Turner in the garage.” I nodded, turning to leave—until Beck spoke up again. “You never swim, do you?” He gave me a look filled with mischief. “I... don't really like it.”

He slowly and cautiously makes his way over the she-wolf, and it takes him a moment to gather his wits and introduce himself. “Hello, I’m Jared Benton of the Blue Moon pack. Who might you be, beautiful?” Jared gives her a sweet smile and tries to make it known that he likes her, but by the look on her face she seems a bit hesitant to even acknowledge Jared, which he thinks is a bit odd. “Hi, sorry, I’m Becca. I’m from the Red Crest pack and I think you might be my mate. But that can’t be right. We are enemy packs. My Alpha has told us all about your parents.”

Jane Ann looked at the email from Becky. “Okay, we have our hands full, Jon. Come look at this. I think we need to call in the troops. Becky’s gone full Luna on us. Who would have thought a human could measure up? Jane Ann was human, but she meant it as a joke. A poke at Jon for not listening to her about how Becky was good enough for Rob. “Great, we’re tour guides and teacher’s now? What are they thinking?”

The voice on the other end made my blood boil. “Casey, my darling.” “Shut the fuck up, Becky.” A loud laugh came through the phone. She was mocking me. She clearly felt like she’d already won. “Noah Adam. Long time no see.” “Where are you, Becky? Stop being a coward. Come meet me! Leave Casey alone.” “Hmmm.” I heard her exhale. “I’m not interested in meeting you. I only want Casey. I see she has a pretty popular channel now…”

I knew my face wouldn’t reveal any emotion, not an iota of what I was feeling would be portrayed on my face because I was known as the ‘jade beauty’ in my pack. Predictably, Marcus became slightly uneasy but he hid it well. “It’s not like that…” he began, as a plastic smile settled on his face. I wasn’t ready to budge. His smile dropped when he noticed this. The corners of his mouth tightened as he turned to the laptop and began typing something. I opened my mouth to voice my annoyance when he turned the device towards me.

Beck throws himself into a chair with a huff. "They're having an all-out war about it now. It was too dangerous to hang around, so I came here to hide until the fireworks and nuclear explosions settle. I had no idea children were this difficult." I fight a smile. Beck's instant family is something no one saw coming. Missy shot Beck from the sky when he was parachuting into U.S. Territory. After Beck survived the shot and the rough landing, Ruth fought with her mom to be the one to shoot him again. I'm thankful Missy has a backbone and refused her psychopath child.

I just didn't know it would be one wielding an ambiance of power. "Jax." A voice thundered. "My old friend." I turned to the front of me to see a man I assumed was the Alpha of the pack standing proud with his members. "Aaron." Jax gave a brief smile as they embraced each other. "You ought to have given us some more time to prepare, my friend," he said as they parted. "I'm not a first-timer. You need not prepare so much for me." "Indeed." "Welcome, Alpha Jax of the Moonstone pack." The rest of the crowd bowed.

Beck got up and looked out the window, recognizing Dylan’s car. —It’s Dylan, she replied. —That explains it, Bryan muttered, rolling his eyes. Beck gave him a serious look, grabbed a robe, and went downstairs, with Theo following her curiously. —What’s that noise, Mom? he asked, rubbing his eyes. —It’s Uncle Dylan, she replied, heading to the gate. There he was, smiling and holding a pet carrier. —I don’t believe it! Miss Rebeca Rivera sleeping until 8 AM! Dylan joked.

“Crimson pack.” One of his friends says something to him in their native tongue, and they all chuckle. Chet turns to look at him, smirking, but when he answers with words I don’t yet know, they stop laughing. He turns back to me. “Alpha Beck is not a good leader. He stole the title. Are you his daughter?” My mouth falls open as I shake my head. “No. My pa’s Arthur Mackenzie. You probably ain’t never heard of him, but he’s kinda important in these parts.”