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He asked heartily in his usual deep old tone and Xavier let out a laugh. "It is, indeed, man. They're so perfect together and I honestly can't wait to hold the little one in my arms, yunno. Dude and I would go out all night, spending time with the girls in the club when he grows up and reaches the age of at least sixteen I guess,” Xavier said excitedly but his excitement went off when he chuckled nervously scratching the back of his head when he they all shot daggers at him with their intense eyes.

They were pleased that I had finally experienced the joy of motherhood but also worried because Xavier was different. Typically, children couldn't manifest their wolf form until they reached the age of twenty. However, Xavier defied this belief, having already attained a wolf at such a young age. I tried to reassure myself that it might be attributed to me, but deep down, I knew it wasn't.

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Xavier puts down his menu and looks me up and down. “What’s the matter? ” I ask, looking him up and down. “Nothing. I just, uh, ahem, I can’t really concentrate on anything right now.” “Why not? ” I ask, fluttering my eyelashes at him. “Jesus,” he says, looking away for a second. “So, uh ... How old are you? You have to be young to be a first-year at a university,” he says, changing the subject. “I’m 19, turning 20,” I respond. “What about you? ” I add.

I threw my hands up knowing there was no other way around this argument, "Fine, alright! What do you have for us?" Thomas's coffee brown eyes observed me for a while. I noticed his lip tug sideways into a smirk. Did I forget to mention Xander and Thomas were brothers? Well Xander is the oldest being 22 while. Thomas is 20. Xander is the wild and arrogant one while Thomas is the calm and reserve one, good with computers and minds his bloody business. "I found him but you guys won't like it." Okay that got my attention good. I raised a brow,

he questioned. “I am 20 and the rest of them are 22-26, she is the youngest here she is eighteen.” The girl replied. Xander was a little relieved that they were all adults but the treatment they were getting was cruel. Xander listened to the heartbreaking stories of the broken little girls, one after the other. He was even tired of their stories because they only brought him pain. He wasn’t sad about the fact that they were being tortured, but he was sad about the fact that no matter what the police force did, the sex trade would never stop because there were a lot of influential men involved in it.

I am even a month older than Matthew. "But, kid, even at your young age, you still manage to write great stories. Matthew sent me a sample of your work, and you possess the perfect skill to write a beautiful story," he compliments me, but I don't take it as a compliment. He called me a kid! I see Matthew smirking at me, and I know he is mocking me. I know he will not help me with this kind of situation, so I speak for myself. "Sorry, sir, but I am not a teenager. I am a 25-year-old who graduated from Harvard University with a major in Literature," I explain with my bass tone of voice.

Xander's POV: The next morning, I was out on the ground that we used as the training center. It was 5 in the morning and the pack members were getting ready for the training session. Lucas, my gamma, was standing beside me, eyeing everyone with an assessing gaze. He was about 100 years old but in human years, he was not more than 25. He had fought in many supernatural battles and due to his tactics and strategies, he was the head of the military and training of the pack members.

I asked, raising an eyebrow. He smirked. "Older than Elias." "How old?" I demanded. "I'm a hundred and fifty years old." He sighed, waiting for the other shoe to drop. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. "Seriously?" He nodded. "I was born in eighteen seventy-one." He sighed, defeated. "So, do you still want to be with me?" "I'm still thinking." Then I looked over at Elias. "And how old are you?" He shrugged. "Thirty-seven." He looked over at Xander, enjoying his discomfort a bit too much.

"Bennet's my dad. He's out at the moment. I'm Xoan. That's what you'll find on my phone too. Dad retired, so I'm the one running the show now." Madeline still looked a bit unsure, so Xoan added, "What, you think I'm just a kid who can't cut it? Let me tell you, I've been in the game since I was fifteen, a whole decade now. There's nothing in Redenbaugh City I can't handle!" Madeline was speechless. She did not doubt him before, but he seemed even less reliable then.