Jax Porter Novels & Stories

“Jared. Don’t talk like that. James isn’t your father. He doesn’t belong here; he has no ties to this pack anymore. His father is long gone, and he ran the pack into the ground. I didn’t do anything.” “Whatever Jackie. I need to go.” “Jared ple-“ Jared hung up the phone before she could get anything else out, and he pressed the accelerator down again and when he got closer to the Red Crest pack, he saw someone step out of the tree line and Jared came to a slow and parked his car. When he stepped out and walked towards the lone wolf, he reached his hand out in a sign of good faith. “Hello. I am Jared from the Blue Moon pack. I believe Alpha Jaxson is expecting me.”

** Parker’s POV ** We reach the country road just as the first headlights cut through the mist. Wolves rush to load the kids and the injured. Poppy and Jax climb into the back of the lead truck, which is some kind of old military vehicle. Ryder goes next with Paige in his arms. Jake follows, securing her against the seat, tucking a blanket around her. The glow under her skin flickers again, softer this time. “She’s stabilising,” he says quietly.

I don’t even wait for lights-out to make my move- I casually pad barefoot down the hallway in my pajamas, make sure the coast is clear, and slip into his room. Once safely inside, I flip the lock on the door before turning around and taking in the interior of Jax’s room. This is my first time in here, and I’m not sure what I expected, but it’s… cleaner than I thought it would be. Tidy, even. Everything seems to have its place- even his dirty clothes are in a hamper near the closet rather than being forgotten on the floor. Jax is lying on his bed in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, sprawled out on top of his navy-blue comforter. He’s got one arm drawn up behind his head, and his hard body is

I toss a pair to Jordan , then take the other for myself. “They went that way,” Jaxon says, pointing in the direction of a dirt trail. “It ends at a cabin used for training.” “So he went to find more weapons,” I translate. Jaxon nods. I glance at Jordan , the ultimate expert on this terrain. “True?” “True,” he says. “I know the way.” “Then you get to lead,” I tell him. He grins. “Excellent.” “How many enforcers does he have with him?” Jake asks, his hand on the passenger door to my new Jeep.

Rough, scorching. "Get in, I'll give you a ride back." It was a modified Ford Raptor, its chassis ridiculously high, the whole vehicle a matte black, looking like an armored beast straight off a battlefield. The engine roared as we sped down Route 66. The wind was strong, carrying red dust. Jasper steered with one hand, the other holding a half-smoked cigar, casually resting on the open window. "See that dry river valley over there?" He pointed with his cigar to the red rock walls outside the window.

David Duskbane POV "My terminal is blinking like crazy with Carter’s warning notes, Jordan, so mute your loud throat before I rip your tongue out," Harvey Jupiter barks into the pack's communication stone, his deep voice carrying a tired vibration as he walks toward his private cabin. "He wants to know if my beast returned to the home den safely, or if some wild rogue dogs harvested my hide on the dark trail. Hahaha! Those mutts would just be getting a five-wolf feast."

He didn’t want another PA. Jake got back to the boat in the early morning, a long drive from a passing farmer he managed to flag down and then having to persuade a boat trip out to the moored yacht from a local when he got to port. Not having his phone or any form of money on him had been brutal, but he was glad to be finally climbing the silver ladder onto the back deck of the boat. Hunter was being kept in for forty-eight hours to make sure he would have no lasting effects and some minor antibiotics to make sure he didn’t catch any bugs. He would come back to the boat in due time, so Jake was happy to leave him. Seeing one of the crew approaching at his arrival he beckoned him over.

JP spend the day buried in his work trying to distract himself from thinking about the children that might be coming. But evening came sooner than he wished it to and a mind link from the warriors came telling him that the Jaguar shifter has dropped two children off at the border. JP’s heart thundered in his chest.

It was already late and the roads were wet. We were greeted at the reception by a timid boy with a name tag that read 'Ben'. He passed us a toothpaste commercial smile. "Welcome to Country Creek Motel. I'm Ben at your service. How may I help you?" He talked like a recorded voice message on repeat. Jackson smiled. He was wearing a blond wig that actually looked nice on him and wore contacts. His original brown eyes were now blue. "I'd like one room for the night please." Jackson said. "Sir, unfortunately, all the rooms are taken at the moment due to the storm and..."

"Alexander! Over here!" He turned to see a small, battered fishing skiff pulling up to the edge of the pier. Jax stood at the helm, his face illuminated by the glow of a dozen salvaged tablets strapped to the console. Beside him sat a portable server rack, the "Shadow-Shell" humming with a frantic, desperate energy. "Get in! Now!" Jax shouted.