Jack Thayer Novels & Stories

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.

It was also becoming hard to keep our relationship from Mike, so we decided to just be friends. Then three years ago our lives were changed forever. Catherine was in a car accident with her parents on the way to the airport. She was pulled from the car by a man named Trevor Woods, but her parents were not so lucky. They were both killed, and poor Catherine was traumatized. Little did we know that her parent’s death was no accident and that we were about to go through hell and back. While Catherine was in the hospital, Mike was approached by a man named Seth. He informed Mike that his father, James Scott, was the leader of a gang in Chicago, and that with his death Mike was now to be the one

But he had no way other. "John...." He felt a lump in his throat. John, the only witness of his weak and vulnerable state. When he saw his first kill saving Tae from the kidnappers. For 15 years, John stood at his back. Like a father secures his son. He had let Cyrus rule his entire kingdom of Mafia. Drugs, ammunition, murders, human trafficking, loan sharks. They were everything. And Cyrus, he was the king at the throne. Personally trained by John. He was Thara in Dark Knights. "Thara. What happened? Who dare to hurt you? Where are you? Come to me. Now". And that’s what exactly Cyrus wanted to listen to. He wanted someone to let him cry without being scared of getting strong.

What did she want from me? My dad's name is Chansey Slate, he is Beta to our Alpha, Brock Landon. My father is married to Rebecca Slate, and I have a brother named Tyler, who is my twin. We look like complete opposites. I have dark brown hair, his is raven black, which I envy, to be honest. He's darker-skinned toned than I am. He's extremely well built, meaning he's super muscular for his age, since he is always working out! And I mean working out all the damn time, just like his arrogant best friend, Blake.

He wasn't here to bet; he was here to hunt. His target was a man named Marcus "Cerberus" Thorne. Ex-Delta Force, dishonorably discharged for disobeying an order that would have resulted in civilian casualties. According to the file Alia had compiled, Thorne was a ghost, a man with no family, no friends, and a past he wanted to bury. He now worked as the head of security for The Cauldron, a lion paid to guard a cage full of hyenas. Jack watched from the shadows as a hulking brute of a man was declared the winner of a particularly bloody bout. The crowd roared its approval. Jack needed to get Thorne's attention, and in a place like this, there was only one language everyone understood.

He saw my attack coming as it was too late, the momentum of his move rendering him vulnerable as my body crashed into his. “If you didn’t know your Luna before, you certainly do now. Round of applause for Luna Maia everybody!” Dean broke the silence, reminding me of a presenter in a boxing ring as he entered the circle. My chest heaved as I untangled myself from the heap Julius and I had fallen in. “Well done, little wolf.” Thanatos chuckled through the mindlink, and I was surprised to hear pride in his voice. “You won’t be so lucky next time.” “Keep telling yourself that, honey.” I purred in response, meeting his eyes as we both stood tall behind Dean.

All thick as thieves. The security squad was what brought us all closer together. Gray started it up when his pack moved to the territory- he had this big idea of creating a trained faction of fighters responsible for the security and protection of the entire six-pack territory. He asked Reid, Brock, Theo, and I to come help him start up and run the security squad, and in doing so, we all became fast friends. That was years ago- now we’re more like brothers. The only outlier is the Norbury pack’s future leader, Alpha Vaughn’s son Chase. The kid’s only seventeen, but hopefully he’ll come join us at the squad complex next year so we can get to know him and bring him into the fold.

“Of course, of course. But first—have you met the Thompsons? Major supporters of the arts. They’ve been dying to connect.” “I need a word,” I said firmly. He chuckled, like I’d made a harmless joke. “Always business with you. But tonight is about giving back, isn’t it?” The circle laughed along with him, charmed by his ease. I could feel the trap tightening. If I pressed, I’d look like the aggressive one. If I backed down, he’d win by default. “Just a few minutes,” I forced out the words through clenched teeth. “Later, later,” Jack said smoothly, raising his glass. “Let’s toast first. To Ashton Lane—the man who gives as much as he builds.”

I glance at Spencer, who feigns being offended, and then allow Aubrie to guide me toward the grill where Thomas seems to be preparing food for an entire battalion. “Thomas, you do remember Hayden, right?” she asks, catching the attention of her husband. Except for his eyes, he looks just like his daughter, his blond hair neatly styled even though he’s facing the heat from the grill. He’s a tall man, with a confident posture, something I figure he must have learned from his job as a real estate developer. He’s a bit quieter than the rest of the family, a bit too serious even, but I know he has a kind heart from the way I’ve seen him treat Caitlin and Aubrie.

“And what makes me different from the others? I have the higher shares…” “You will be earning higher than they do” I said, stopping him, not wanting him to ask too many questions. He clenched his fists and shaking my head. I watched as he motioned for his lawyers to leave. I nodded at mine to go, and raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to speak, curious about what he had to say. The man chose to play with fire, and I was simply here to respond to him. If he believed that he could threaten my mate or her brother, then he was going to be very surprised when he found that he was facing me. The man may be a Lycan, but does not know who or what the fuck he’s gotten himself into. “What are y