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"Is she old?" "No, middle aged." "How old is she?" Zheme's eyes narrowed as he laid down on his side. "I think you're becoming way too inquisitive." Lexie shrugged. "So...? I just want to know." "Well in that case, she's about 38. What else do you want to know now?"

“I don’t know why Elexis is calling herself Lex and I don’t know why she hasn’t caught onto the fact that I am your wolf, but if you announce that I’m older than written record, she’ll tear out your throat.” “Justice, I don’t think Kas would let her do that.” I listen to my friends announce their wolves’ ages on our lunch break. Everyone else’s wolf is under a thousand years old except for Lex, who says she’s over four thousand. “Child, lie, or I will block you until you’ve learned your lesson.” She snarls at me. “Ohhh-kaaay… how old do you want to be?” I sit back, stunned at her behavior. “Two hundred and twenty-three.” She sniffs at me.

I said sincerely. She shook her head then stood up from her seat. "I am not lying and I never lie. In a few weeks time, I will be turning eighteen. Right now I'm seventeen years old." She said as my smile vanished. I stood up slowly and looked her in the eyes. "Lexi, I want you to understand that I don't do well with jokes." I warned. She grabbed the comb brush from my hand and threw it down with a glare. "Ask Whitney or Leomord, I'm not lying, I am seventeen years old!" She screamed on top of voice.

I asked and, strangely, I was actually interested in knowing who they were. "His younger sister, Jamie, she's seventeen and has relied on Blake since he was eighteen and she was ten. I think you'll love her when you meet her, she could challenge you in sarcasm and sassiness," Jackson paused as he let out a quick laugh, a slight smile forming as I thought of Blake protecting his younger sister. It was kind of sweet and reminded me of my own brother. "And there's his older brother, Lex. At twenty-nine he's already rejected his mate and has probably slept with more than half the females in the pack. But he loves Jamie and Blake, so he will do anything to ensure they're both safe."

He bowed as he finished tying his shoes before heading out the door. At 7:30 AM I walked outside with Kilian and the 6 teenagers looking around for Lex. I knew that he would be here if that is what he said but I hate being of schedule on busy days. A dark green GMC Yukon pulled up in the driveway. Lex got out of the driver’s seat with a grin on his face.

He asked after I let go of him. Lexi shook her head. “My mom is your father’s half-sister. I don’t think you’ve met her.” “Well, I never met any of my half-siblings, so I doubt I ever met Dad’s.” He answered nonchalantly as if he were already used to this scenario. “How old are you?” I asked. “Fifteen. But I’m turning sixteen in a few weeks.” He answered. My gaze locked with Lexi before I continued. “You have a wolf.”

I replied. He nodded and wiped his mouth with his cloth napkin. “Nathan and Nolan used to live with their mother at your old pack for a time, maybe you know each other or have met before,” he probed. Glancing up at both of them my brow creased and I shook my head not answering him with words and instead took a bite of my braised chicken. “You can go to my pack school Lexi, the boys can take you tomorrow since classes have resumed and you can finish your senior year here,” he added.

1988. Little Lex was just a boy of 13. But he didn't look it. He was way too big for his age, and acted accordingly. His mother was a busy woman. She was always travelling. Leaving Lex alone in the house with enough money to take care of his little needs. Lex was never bothered but he was a social outcast. An introvert. It was during that moment he discovered his father's journals. He was on the verge of commiting suicide, as he was about to kick the chair that held his weight, something called him. It whispered to his little ears. Soft and comforting, it called Lex.

said Lexon. Lexon is currently seventeen years old. Growing up to be a handsome and charismatic man. His expertise in managing the company was inherited from his father. From his parents Lexon learned to live and respect others. Lexon has great respect for his parent. Without his parents he would not be like he is today. Because of Mama's sincere love and affection, Lexon become a good person. Likes to learn from mistakes, makes Lexon learn not to repeat the mistakes he had ever made.

He blankly stared at the girl across from him and after a while, he frowned, then he cautiously asked. “I know I might sound rude, but I swear I am just curious as I could not make a guess no matter how I try,” Ashdod stated carefully. “Do you mind telling me how old you are?” “Eighteen,” Lexy answered without offense at all. “Well, Ethan is turning twenty-four on his next birthday. I don’t think that is much of a gap, though,” Ashdod shrugged his shoulders as he spoke with his eyebrows raised. “Twenty-four? Not thirty-four?” Lexy exclaimed. “How can he own a club at such a young age and the most famous to youngsters to top it all off.”