Jax Teller Novels & Stories

“The pleasure is all mine, s—Jaxon .” Dad glanced between Jaxon and me, worried. Maybe he finally realized that he’d thrown me to a wolf. Dad tried to intimidate my future husband with a dark look, but a sheep didn’t become a predator by wearing a wolf fur, and Dad had never been more than prey among the blood-thirsty monsters in our circles. Jaxon straightened, ignoring Dad, and motioned toward his companion. “That’s my right hand and Consigliere, Felix .”

I cursed under my breath. “Baby, what’s wrong?” I turned to find Jillie leaning against the kitchen doorframe. “It’s nothing, baby.” I turned my conversation back to the phone. “Thanks. Let me know if you find something else.” “Will do,” Xander replied before we ended the call. “Is everything okay?” “Yeah, it’s just royal business.” She looked at me skeptically for a minute. “Okay.” “Come here. I want to show you something.” I walked over and sat on the couch while she sat beside me. I picked up the remote and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels until I got to a few special ones.

~~~~~~*~~~~~~ Finally, Xander stood from the chair, looking down at Jada, and said, "I respect your privacy. So, I will talk about my account with Mr. Stark some other day." With that said, he gave Jada a faint smile and then walked away, leaving her staring after him in disbelief. When he got out the door, Rob and Rolex grew alert, and he noticed in their face and said, "Don't worry, Jada is fine. She asks for her privacy. So, I will be heading out." There silence in the office settled for a moment, then Mr. Stark spoke, asking, "So, ADs Group. What do you want to talk to me about it?"

Jax said and hissed. "I cannot bear all that is happening here. From Ariel, to her nagging and her doing all sorts of terrible things to me. I have to tell my father about what is going on. I have to tell him about Ariel. It might be really difficult for me, but there's no other way. I have to tell him the truth no matter how hard it's going to take me,"Jax said. He decided to tell the Alpha the truth about Ariel. Telling the Alpha that Ariel she wasn't his mate at all was going to be a very big task for Jax. He was nervous.

I grabbed my phone to show her, and the first thing that loaded on my screen stopped me cold. A video. One of the city gossip pages that reported on events and galas, and the movements of people who had sufficient funds to be photographed doing ordinary things, posted this three hours ago. The thumbnail was a photo of Jaxon, in a dark suit and a woman in a long gown standing on a stage with her hand on his arm, both facing out towards a room with a crowd of people. The caption named them both. Jaxon Sullivan, CEO of REX Pharmaceuticals. And Jessica Ferdinand.

Slow at first, then deeper, one of them holding my head while the other praised me in a rough whisper: “Look at him; such a greedy little slut already.” I was lost in it, spit dripping down my chin, eyes watering, when I heard a new voice cut through the filthy chaos. “Yo, before we really get started…” it was Jax, the tattooed one that was speaking. He was holding a large black duffle bag he’d apparently brought with him. He unzipped it with a wicked grin and pulled out something that made my stomach drop and my hole clench at the same time.

Barefoot in faded cargo shorts, he moved with the easy confidence of someone who belonged to the island. “Mrs. Hale,” he said, voice deep and rough like waves on rock. His eyes slowly traveled over her body , lingering on the generous curve of her breasts, the flare of her hips, and the smooth, tanned legs revealed by her short dress. “Welcome to Isla Solitaria. I’m Jax. I’ll be taking care of everything while you’re here.” Victoria felt a delicious spark of heat low in her belly. She was used to younger men looking at her, but Jax’s gaze was different , direct, hungry, and completely unashamed.

"No, that's impossible! The security wards—" "The security wards were written using standard Blackmoor encryption," Jaxen interrupts, winking at me. "Xender cracked those protocols when he was sixteen years old. It took us less than two minutes to bypass your gates." Tristan stares at us in absolute shock, his mouth hanging open as his entire leverage vanishes into thin air.

NOAH’S POV I was halfway through taping my left ankle when the first phone chimed then a second. Within ten seconds, the room was a symphony of digital alerts. Jax was standing by the equipment rack. He looked at his screen, his face draining of colour until he looked like he’d been carved from chalk. He didn't say a word. He just walked over and dropped his phone into my lap. I didn't have to scroll. The headline from The Ridgewood Insider was already screaming at me in bold, black-and-white malice.

Talia echoed faintly, like she didn’t quite believe it. Jaxon shut the door with a solid thud that seemed to make the walls stand straighter. He moved with the controlled precision of a man forcing himself to stay calm. His jacket was still darkened with rain and his shirt had flecks of dust from whatever hellhole he’d dragged Talia out of. “Sit her down,” he ordered Raven, voice rough from hours of barking commands into his phone. “Water. And something hot to eat.” “I’m not hungry,” Talia whispered, sinking onto the sofa.