How Old Is Chase From Paw Patrol Novels & Stories

I raise my brows at him. Chase chuckles quietly. " You don't like her, do you? I mean it's okay to not like her." " I didn't say that." " You don't have to say it either." " Do you have brothers? Sisters?" I ask. He pretends to think for a moment and then nods. " Yeah. I've got an older brother. His name is Devin and he's 27 years old. He works mostly with my father. Sometimes I think he's my father's favorite since they get to do literally almost everything together and Devin is kind of into politics."

Chase said, adding—as if it was an afterthought—“Your Majesty.” His fists balled up again under the table. Chase had also become the Alpha of his pack at a young age. The Alpha of the Dark Moon pack was twenty-six, two years older, but not once had Chase spoken to him with such impertinence as he was showing now. His whole attitude since they had sat down was like a challenge to his position, and Cain was convinced they were on the right track. This man had suddenly grown bigger balls because he knew what was happening with the witch. He had to.

Archie asks, and I nod as I study Chase. Chase seems to ooze with dominance as he strides confidently towards the breakfast bar. His hair is golden blond. He has shaved the sides of his head short, to show off, I suspect, the tattoo starting just above his ear. It’s an intricate pattern running down his neck and below his collar. I can see him being a character in one of the human shows my mum watches where they wear leather and ride motorbikes. I wonder if he wears leather when he’s not in uniform.

I asked, nodding toward the amber liquid in his glass. Alex chuckled, low and deep, as he swirled the glass slowly. “Cute. But I’m over two hundred years old, Chase. I think I’ve earned myself a drink.” I blinked, my hand pausing on the fridge door. “What?” “I said,” he repeated, raising the glass in a mock toast, “I’m two hundred and thirty-four, give or take a few years. Depending on how you measure it.” “You’re joking,” I said, voice tighter than I wanted it to be. “Right?”

ᘛ Kye's POV ᘚ ⤝⧫⤞ I had called the Shadow pack to have dinner at the packhouse tonight, to celebrate another hunt well done. Chase and I were discussing how we could train the pack tomorrow as we have overheard how the hunters are training harder to kill us. Chase is my beta, he is a year younger than me and has black hair and brown eyes. I appointed him my beta after he showed immense courage at the Elders meeting. There was a knock at the door which stilled the pack, the smell of wolfsbane entering the area even though he is standing outside.

Brainna POV I can't believe he's still bringing up Chase. This guy would follow me, not like a stalker but still he'd ask if I needed anything or offer to carry things. I know he was just being friendly and maybe interested in me, but this happened all school year. I was so glad when I graduated, so i didn't have to deal with it every day anymore. At one point, my Dad suggested that if I never found my goddess given, mate, maybe I should choose Chase as a chosen mate. I couldn't believe it. I was only twenty at the time he hadn't found mom till he was twenty-four. Then there's the fact that I hadn't even traveled to look yet. I'm very excited to find my mate but being away from my twin is ha

I reprimanded him but they stared at me like I've growm two heads. "Why not, Eve. I mean our boy is growing and he is exceptionally handsome for his age. Girl should come to him, to befriend him and having a girlfriend isn't a crime. It's a trend which you won't understand." Dominic said. "Really? Dating at the age of six is a trend. Wow! I didn't know. Thanks for enlightening me." I rolled my eyes. "Mommy, Uncle Dom is right. My friends have girlfriends. They share their lunch with them." Chase said.

“You don’t know what I’ve been through. My dad died. My fucking dad.” I stop in front of him, folding my arms and staring down into his stormy eyes. “So did mine, and you don’t see me pissing my life away over it.” His brows lift in surprise as his jaw goes slack. “What? When?” “When I was twelve.” “Shit.” Chase reaches out for me, pulling me in to stand between his spread legs. “I didn’t know.” I gaze down at his stupidly handsome face, pushing his hair back off his forehead. “You never asked.”

I finally walked over to shield the girl, blocking them from taking videos of her anymore. “You won't want to call me that again, I promise,” I said to him, and he scoffed. “Who is that smelling thing that is causing trouble there?” I raised my gaze to find the leader of the group, Chase, walking toward us with his hands tucked inside his pockets. His green eyes were boring into mine as he stood in front of me. Now that I took a closer look at him, he was having blonde hair, thick eyebrows, long eyelashes, and a chiseled face. Chase was said to be the most toxic among the other group members, and he was feared the most. I heard a student would be expelled with just the snap of his fingers, a

I shoved my hands into my pockets. His lips thinned. "I'm not that fond of my step-mother, you know that." I shrugged. "At least it's better than roaming around in the Sahara Desert." He grimaced at his torturous last year's vacation at Sahara. Forced vacation to say. My uncle hired him as my bodyguard when I was seventeen. And he was twenty-three at that time. Though I didn't like to tag him along with me everywhere, we became good friends after some time.