Jack Thayer Novels & Stories

he says coming in looking between Blake and me and handing a paper to Blake. He reads it, and something tells me it's bad as I hear his wolf Xander growling, making his eyes dark. "What's going on?" I demand to know, taking the paper from his hand. My heart drops as I read the note. "Tyler Slate, we have your mate. If you want her back alive, bring Hope to the following address. Anything happens to her, we'll kill her." my heart dropped, and Asher immediately fought for dominance as he hears that our mate's life has been threatened.

He lies back on the hard stone, his knees raised, and clasps his hands behind his head. He stares up at the emblem carved into the stone arch that supports the ceiling. The door creaks open. “I thought I heard you walking around.” Jack’s low voice rumbles around the small chapel as he strolls toward him. Blake’s second in command drops onto one of the pews at the front, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankles. “Trouble sleeping?”

-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.

" We got you Sel, get them out of here. We'll go and help your alpha." James assures her that things will be ok. Quickly, she runs with Hector and Tasha towards a hidden pathway and sneaks them past the barbed wire and places Hector down, making him hiss from the pain he still feels in his body as he'd been obliged to take wolfs bane numerous times to maintain him weak and vulnerable. She grips her katana and strikes it across the fence, cutting it with ease. She turns quickly, looking at Tasha and Hector as they

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.

We were so evenly matched, and really, this was just a fucking demonstration, I’m sure we could have called it a day and moved on with training. But that’s not who we are, not who I am. Mid-step I used the strength in my hind legs to propel my body into the air. I saw a glimmer of surprised flicker in Thanatos’ bright eyes before it was swiftly replaced with the determination of a warrior. He flattened his body to the floor, anticipating my target was his neck. He was wrong. I landed behind him, my teeth clamping on the end of his tail with enough force that I was certain I felt the crunch of bone. Thanatos made no sound, no indication that I’d hurt him, but I could feel his muscles spasm as

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.”