Jack Thayer Novels & Stories

“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.”

Kian - Current age: 26. "You don't say much, do you?" Claw murmured. I couldn't stomach the guy, but Jax thought it would be a good idea to let him tag along considering he'd set up the deal. Ever since Throttle retired as the President, Jaxton had been in charge. He kept himself busy at Archer's motorcycle repair shop, their family business. Jenna managed the biker café next door with a few of the old ladies. The same familiar faces still put in a show at the club from time to time, and like Claw, there were a few fresh faces that had yet to prove their worth.

“Do you always show up like that? On cue?” He smirked. “Only for girls who don’t give out their numbers.” The door creaked open again behind us, and this time it wasn’t some drunk dude with weak game—it was the rest of the band. Teddy straightened as they stepped out, nodding toward the tall guy with jet-black hair pulled back in a low bun. “That’s Thomas—drummer, chaos coordinator, walking tattoo gallery.” Thomas gave a lazy salute, both arms on full display—ink from wrist to shoulder, bold lines and dark florals that looked like they might move if he did.

He nodded at me to sit, and taking a seat in front of me, he took my hand in both of his, this habit being one that he had when he knew that he would be telling me something that I wasn’t going to like. “What is going on?” I asked. “Carter and Jade are going to Russia, malyshka” Nathan said, surprising me “they would be helping us from there. There are a few things that we need to work on…” “Nathan, Carter was never one to leave…” “I know, malyshka, but with dangers here, they’re starting to get worried. Jade is also pregnant, and…” “Hold on, what?” I asked, stopping my mate, frowning in confusion “Jade is pregnant, and I don’t know about it?”

Aaron looked down at Katherine and his features softened. She looked so heartbroken that I reached out to hold her hand. She gave me a small smile but looked back at Aaron. "You talk to me with respect, do you hear me?" Zain tried his best to move forward but Katherine stood her ground in front of Brandon. "Why would I do that? You don't deserve respect at all. You fucked around with other women even though you had a kid at home. Even though you had a beautiful wife at home. What type of man deserves respect after that?" The next thing I saw was Katherine being pushed out of the way, and I quickly grabbed her before she fell. Punches were thrown, coming from Zain and Aaron blocked all of the

“We have to go now. There’s no time to worry.” I nodded and grabbed my sack, which contained a blade, a few clothes, and my mother’s golden hairpin—the only precious thing I owned. She had given it to me before she died. Jina and I slipped out the back door. That’s when I heard a distant scream and realized the enemy had already arrived. My second eldest brother, Jacob, and his fiancée, Kate, were waiting with a horse. Unlike me, they didn’t need horses to travel quickly. I always envied that. Moments like this made me feel the sting of being born human while my brothers inherited our father’s werewolf blood.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

He looked so fragile that he could break if touched. What the hell am I thinking of? I thought to myself and took my eyes off him and turned to his father. “Please sir, you said I can use anything to pay my debt. I'm willing to use him and that is if you'll accept him,” his father answered while smiling broadly. I wondered how he had the heart to sell his son without remorse. Not only that, but I mean, he didn't even think twice about selling him. Miguel POV: Unsurprisingly I was sold to Mr. red eye whose name I was yet to know. One thing was sure, he was a man with authority and from my perspective I concluded that he was a Mafia boss.

she spat. “Thayer’s mother is dead. She died a long time ago,” I defended. Thayer told me his mother died fifteen years ago, the night before he married. He had been avoiding talking about his mother, but I pressed on until he told me the truth. His mother died when he was barely ten. And that was why I never mentioned her to Xander to date, as I didn’t want to bring up sad memories for him. How could the curator accuse me of ruining a marriage that stopped existing fifteen years ago? How vile can she be?