Baxter Ymca Novels & Stories

I nudge his arm, to get his attention, and take my phone out. Aiden is considering Baxter as a Packmate. Blackmarsh trusts him. I don’t think Aiden will mind. “immune 2 silver” I type. “knows sword”. I turn the screen so Baxter can see it but, hopefully, nobody else.There’s also an angry, ghostly dog who’ll probably show up if he’s about to die, but I don’t add that. Baxter can probably make a guess anyway. “Still doesn’t make it a good idea,” Baxter grumbles.

she asks, interest shining in her eyes. "Yes. He's very, very handsome," I answer, as we walk to where Lion is waiting for me, working for the meantime with Bax as I expected. He is signing something to Lion, "Baxter is not a boxer but he trains with me because he doesn't want to be fat again." Baxter turns to us when he hears what I said and raises his middle finger at me. He knows how to communicate in Italian, Spanish and English in his sign language and yet the sign he uses most around me is that one. How peculiar.

Absolute, stunned silence. “Wait, what?” Baxter’s confusion is almost endearing. ‘Bless him!’ Zanthe chuckles in my head, her tone warm with amusement. Baxter rubs the back of his head, muttering to himself. “Goddess, they must be in a completely different league over there.” He exhales deeply before turning back to me. “Alright, well, your pacing data and heart rate measurements are still going to help us track your fitness and progress over the summer.”

I said wryly. “'Course I do, Parker. Us Baxter men, we put our girls on pedestals. You afraid of heights?” Baxter winked. “Terribly.” “Well-” he exclaimed, diving towards me, “- too bad, Parker!” he hooted, scooping me up and slinging me over his shoulder. “What the hell, Baxter?” I shouted, pounding him on the shoulders. “Put me down, you idiot! I don't want a frigging pedestal!”

The look on his face was terrifying, so I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin. “Next time you come at me like that, remember I can take this to the council. You all signed an agreement that I will not be tortured, abused, or mistreated here. You hear me?” I said, forcing my voice against Baxter. Baxter was always the silent type, the one who could do damage without words. He was the most mysterious and the eeriest of them. People said that once you cross paths with Baxter, he knows everything about you. He clenched his jaw as he stared at my face, and for a moment his eyes lingered on my hair and dropped to my body before he forced himself to look away.

"Honestly, I'm not sure. Baxter has been a good leader as Alpha, and he's done some really great and bad things in the past. But here's the thing: he only really helps when he thinks it will benefit him personally. He's very practical and always thinks about what he'll get out of something, before he agrees to do it. This isn't necessarily bad, but it can sometimes make it hard to work together because he might not always do what's best for the group if it doesn't help him too. He always wants to make sure he gets something out of it." One thing became very clear after being here for a while, even if the information from Paxton itself wasn't that helpful: the community around here were incre

“I was dying for an interrogation to spice up my lunch.” Kael didn’t return the joke. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with Lucas.” His voice had that deep, even tone Betas use when they’re trying not to sound like they’re issuing orders. “And you’re… concerned because?” I asked, tearing off a piece of crust and tossing it back on my tray. “Relax. I’m not corrupting your golden boy.” Ryder leaned forward, eyes narrowed. “Why are you really here, Baxter? Nobody just ‘transfers’ to a small town high school in the middle of nowhere. Not kids like you.”

“What’s your name? Can I ask you a few questions?” “Ryan Baxter,” I said dazedly, “Sure, I guess . . . ” She gestured to the cameraman, then pulled me next to her. “I’m here on Bayport Beach with Ryan Baxter, who made a gruesome discovery this morning. Tell us what happened, Ryan.”

“Ha! Such a humble guy. I can’t wait to see if you live up to your own hype.” “You’ll see in a few minutes.” He pulled into the parking lot, and before I knew it, we were inside the gym. It was a cavern of punching bags, mats, treadmills, weights, and weight machines. In the center of it all was a giant octagonal cage. Bryan gave me a quick tour, pointing out the spa, the locker rooms, and finally stopping in one of the smaller, mat-lined areas. “And this is where you will come to know true pain,” he said with a wink.