Novel & Cerita Catching Jordan Book

Jordan setup to have lunch delivered to his condo, because he had a feeling, he’d have to claim his fox before she could continue working. He planned that in his mind as he watch the staff step out for lunch. When he found her again, Ellie was far too quiet for his liking. “Talk to me, little fox. Or I’ll blind take things in hand right now.” He moved in close to her and placed his hands on her hips, keeping her there. “I’m fine.” “Really? You know better than to lie to me.” Jordan could feel his shaft thickening as she triggered his already active instincts. “I’m regretting being such a weak person.”

Alex~ The library is quieter than I expect for a Tuesday afternoon, sun slanting through the high windows in streaks that cut across the long rows of desks. I spot Jordan easily, hunched over a stack of notes with his earbuds in, tapping a pen against his laptop like the beat is something only he can hear. I drop my bag on the chair beside him, and he looks up with that grin of his that always feels half-mocking, half-genuine. “Alex,” he says, pulling one bud out. “Man of mystery. Thought you disappeared.”

But the moment my eyes fell on that envelope again, sitting exactly where I had left it, I knew I couldn’t ignore it. My fingers hovered over it for a long second before I finally gave in and slid the first DVD out. The one with his name written across it, Jordan 2 It was different from the one I had previously watched. The screen flickered to life. At first, there was just static. Then light. A dark, concrete room came into focus. And in the middle of it, him again, stripped naked with only boxer briefs. Jordan was chained to the wall, blood dripping down his chest, his body trembling with exhaustion. His face was barely recognizable beneath the bruises, but those eyes those fierce, golden

Jordan crouched beside me, his massive frame completely dwarfing the cardboard structure. The hunter turned the corner. "Hmm," the man grunted loudly, stopping directly on the other side of the display. I clamped both hands over my mouth, terrified my breathing would give us away. Reaching blindly to steady myself, my elbow bumped the edge of the display. A single, heavy can of baked beans teetered dangerously on the edge of the cardboard shelf. It tipped over. Jordan’s hand shot out with blinding, supernatural speed. He caught the metal can mid-air, a fraction of an inch before it smashed against the floorboards.

I turned back quickly to the page before I drowned in it. By the time the book ended, Lily was collapsed in the grass, breathless. Jordan sat cross-legged nearby, rolling a ball back and forth with two toddlers. “Don’t think I didn’t see you,” Jordan murmured when I finally stood up. I blinked. “See me what?” She smirked. “Blushing. Watching. Pretending you weren’t watching.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Sure you don’t.” She leaned back on her hands, casual. “Just don’t get caught.”

He opened it gently, and at the same time, her eyes caught his movement. “I had no idea you kept a diary, so what secrets do you write it in it, I wont be surprised if you confess your love for me in this” Jordan said flippantly, opening the book. He was however taken off guard by Ysabelle jump on him, she held the book firmly and made to snatch it away, her breath frantic. Jordan held on tight “ Oh no, sweetheart, not this time around. I am reading all of your dirty secrets” He said with a smile and pushed her on the bed, he froze as his eyes settled on the first word on the diary.

"The name is ‘Payback In The Moonlight’, and it's written by..." "Why did you get quiet?" Marcel prompted, sensing Jordan's unease. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as I realized why Jordan hesitated. I didn't need to hear the name to know whose book it was. Leonel. It was his.

It rested and I became calm, the pain within me stil lingered around but the ache in my head was gone. My eyes shut close again and were opened. Jordan was already where I was, he closed his eyes and did that thing he did the other time again, using his healing abilities. Immediately, all the pain vanished and I was fine again. I stood up all by myself, refusing help. I shot a dreadful glare at Judah who seemed remorseful and at the same time, not. He could not even say sorry. "The book is at my place, Jordan. I am sorry I read it, I thought you had dropped it for me." I said to Jordan immediately. I did not know where the apology was coming from but I felt like just...doing it.

Her gaze flicked from my face to my hands, then back up like she was checking for a weapon. Good instinct. “What are you reading,” I asked, voice even. It wasn’t a demand. I didn’t need to demand anything from her. Jordan did what she did because she decided to. That was one of the reasons she’d survived this long in my world without breaking. It was also one of the reasons my wolf couldn’t stop circling her like she was the center of a storm. Jordan’s fingers tightened slightly around the edge of the book closest to her. She hesitated. Just a beat. Long enough for me to smell the shift in her.

Jordan stood a few steps away from us, looking like my knight in all of his 3-piece-suit shining armor. He took a menacing step forward. “Move away from her." The men didn't look like they wanted to leave, but they didn't look eager to remain there either. They seemed to be weighing their options. “Who the hell are you?" One of them finally mustered the courage to ask. It happened suddenly. One second, Jordan stood on his side of the road, the next, he was covering the distance in two strides and picking up the man who was only slightly smoking than him by the collar. The other one took a few steps back.