Jason Todd Is Red X Novels & Stories

Once Abused Now Loved. CHAPTER THREE. MINE. RYDER. It was the long-awaited ball night in the Red Moon pack, and so far, it sucks and seems to be getting worse with each fleeting second. "But hey, look on the brighter side; she's got the right size of boobs and will be enough just for the night, only for the night," Jason cheered, whistling towards some random bimbo. Jason was my Beta, and he would go down in history as the sleaziest of all the Betas Red Cross pack has ever known.

"I am here, princess; you got yourself in a bit of a tizzy, you're ok now - we got you." "Tizzy!" I sneered, looking at Jason mockingly. "What are you, 90?"Cocking my head to the side, I winked at Red, trying to make her smile. "That would explain the driving, I guess." Seeing Red giggle, I looked down at her adoringly - she was gorgeous even when flustered.

"He's the Alpha of Red Cross Pack." "The same pack where you and your wolf friend come from?" "Yes!" "What the fuck does that have to do with me?" "Nothing. You just have a striking resemblance with Jason. That's all." Tears were beginning to prick her eyes from how hard he was going on her neck. "Who the fuck is Jason?" "He — he was Ryder's Beta. Let me go!" "What was he like? Give me a quick description. Appearance and shit like that." "Goofy. Calm. A plain idiot. Ryder's sidekick. A fucking pushover…"

I step inside and immediately freeze when I catch a dude as tall as Maddox raking me up and down. They are both walking mountains, but this guy's arms and hands are tattooed. Dark eyebrows lift guiltily when I catch him staring at me, and a slow-spreading smile takes over his lush lips. "Ah! You must be Michelle," the tattooed guy reaches out his hand for me to take. His expression is actually friendly, and there is a lowkey, husky Spanish accent. "I'm Jason, the mutt." Oh, he is referring to the phone call...

Then he checked the bag and his eyes popped out at his favorite color’s clothes: Yellow and red stripped tank top with blue ripped jeans. “Are you serious, ice face?” He trailed his fingers over the fabric to feel the softness. “It’s so smooth, I love it!” This special outfit blossomed happiness in Jason’s heart, he hummed a song while slipping into those clothes. Mathew had arranged a separate room with a special glass window, so he could see the sun without getting hurt. Unknown to Mathew’s real motive, Jason was ready before sunset. He opened the icebox filled with blood bags for the need of his day.

DANTE As Xavier and I discussed the plan, his optimism was palpable. He readily agreed to take care of the individuals responsible for inspecting the jet. I didn't bother asking him for specifics because if he had managed to eliminate the guards around Anna's cell, I had faith that he would handle this task as well. Xavier instructed us to be prepared tonight since Orlando's departure was scheduled for the morning. He emphasized the importance of our presence at the designated location, ready to execute our mission. A portion of my team had already departed for California to ensure the safety of Anna and Xavier's family, while the remaining members would confront Orlando's men at the airport

They stepped into the club who cares to look watch. Eugene and Beta followed behind since they were Radon's guard. "Colorado Radon," Jason said as he exchange a handshake with Radon and Harden. "This way. Your table is already preserved. Tylo's waiting." Jason leads the way for them and they followed behind. "Radon Carter.." Tylo called out as Radon takes a seat. Tylo hands him a glass of wine and a cigarette. "I'm not smoking tonight. Thanks for the blunt." Radon raised the glass upwards and drink the content.

"You've got quite the eye, Vance! Good taste." My face burned even hotter at the blunt teasing. "Shut your loud mouth," Ryder grumbled, though there was no real malice in his tone. He turned around, offering me a hand to help me up, then pulled me by the waist, pressing me possessively against his side. "Baby, ignore this idiot. This is Jason. My old best friend and hockey teammate from Canada." Jason extended his hand to me with a warm, golden-retriever-like smile that completely contrasted with my boyfriend's dark aura. "Jason. Specialist in pissing Ryder off, and the actual captain on the ice. It's nice to finally meet the angel who managed to melt this monster."

Then he leaned over and whispered to me, “red means reserved, but technically, you’re not allowed to reserve seats.” I interrupted “Oh, I’m so sorry, I had no idea,” I grabbed my purse and went to stand up. “No, no, don’t leave, please let me explain,” he insisted, “I usually have a pile of work to do on the way to the office, so I buy two seats everyday, that way I can spread out my things. Fred watches out for me, one day he scanned my ticket and said he painted two special red chips for me to ‘reserve’ my two seats,” he smiled at me. “I’m happy to share one with you, I’m Jason by the way,” he held out his hand to me.

"Okay, but only if you promise I'll be so tall and a superhero too, Mommy." "I promise, baby." The rest of the drive passes in comfortable silence, Harry contentedly sipping his juice while I try to convince myself this is just a harmless afternoon. That watching Jaxon interact with my son won't tear open wounds I've spent years trying to heal. But when I pull into the Titans stadium parking lot and see him waiting by a black Ford F-150, my carefully constructed composure crumbles. Jesus Christ. Why does he have to look like that? Jaxon's leaning against his truck with his arms crossed, wearing a gray T-shirt that seems specifically designed to showcase every muscle in his torso and faded je