Novel & Cerita Jax Teller Short Hair

I swallow and ignore Sasa howling inside like a lunatic. She keeps pacing, scratching, tugging at me. I mentally shove her into a corner. She huffs dramatically and sulks. I grab the tray and straighten my shirt with one hand. My new short hair still feels strange brushing against my neck. Some pieces are sticking out weirdly, but whatever. It adds to the disguise, plus the mustache . Jack is messy. Jack is careless. Jack is a boy with pink hair who definitely doesn’t look like Lala Robinson. At least… I hope so.

“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 .”

he softly kissed and helped me clean my face first while my wolf healed all the hickeys. Once, I looked presentable, I quickly changed into my jet black sports bra matched with the same colour of shorts. “Let me help you with your hair, babe,” Jax offered and quickly braided my hair in the most beautiful design I had ever seen. “Wow ! You really are a magician with hair,” I appreciated. “Where did you learn that from ?” I asked as jealousy suddenly erupted in my system. “Former girlfriends ?” I questioned while frowning hard. “WHAT !? HELL NO. I told you before that I have never even kissed anyone before you,” he replied offended.

The time passed quickly and all too soon they were entering the salon. There were three stylists who worked in bright open space. The Senior Stylist was a short Japanese man with a bright purple Mohawk. Both his arms were covered in tattoos, and Jasmine introduced him as Taki. Working with him was Betty, a short petite blonde who seemed to have trouble meeting his gaze and Alex, a tall bald man with a razor-thin goatee.

“It gone quite bigger.” Her name is Jillian Magadalo, but you all know her as Jill. The young black hair girl who’s an inch tall as Wayne. She had half sullen and half charming look, blended like caramel and black coffee. She had strong eyes but wasn't made to be bitter. It was an open book whenever she speaks, and close one whenever she looked deeply at you. She love to tie her hair and reveal her hair forehead, or sometimes just separate bangs to cover a percentage of it. No one know why, and no one bother to ask, maybe because it's suits her well.

I pulled out the burner phone I'd picked up on the way back from the orphanage and dialled a number. “Happy Hound dog parlour, how can I be of service?” The familiar voice exuded sunshine. “Good day. I have a xoloitzcuintli, have you had any experience with this breed? I'd like the traditional breed specific haircut and I'm struggling to find a parlour for him,” I said, trying to change my voice as much as possible. There was silence on the other side of the line, well almost silence. I could still hear the sound of a hairdryer in the background.

I heard Kalen whisper from behind me. I shook my head and turned around. I went to respond, but my breath hitched when I saw who came along with her and Maddox. He was taller than Maddox and had muscles galore. His black hair was shaved on the sides and styled with messy waves on top. It had midnight blue tips. Those obsidian eyes had blue shimmers in them as well. I had only met a single person who looked like this. “Jaxon! Where in the world have you been?” I asked as I drew him into a hug.

Jax teased. "For real. I mean, just look at his abs. Nobody has abs like that." I was baiting him a little. I knew for a fact that Jaxon was sporting some crazy defined abs under his t-shirt, and I could feel his hard body beneath mine as I laid on top of him. "How did you even dress up like Jacob for halloween?" He asked, not taking the bait. "I wore a tight t-shirt that looked like abs, the wolf tattoo on my shoulder, jorts, and tennis shoes. I also wore a long black wig so it looked like his hair before he cut it in the movies."

Maxine was pacing back and forth, checking the racks of clothes for the fitting. "Xielle, darling, you look a bit pale today," Maxine noted, squinting at her through her glasses. "Make sure the makeup artist uses a bit more blush. We need you looking vibrant for the Japan teasers." "I'm fine, Max. Just didn't sleep well," Xielle replied smoothly. She moved with practiced grace, stepping into a high-fashion coat that conveniently covered her bandaged wrist. "Good. Because Jake is already on his way. We need a couple of shots of you dalawa while 'bonding' for the social media blast," Maxine said, preoccupied with her tablet.

I had just ruined my entire life, and these people were acting like it was a spa day. ​"The Alpha gave strict instructions," the woman said, her eyes cold and unimpressed by my outburst. "You will be bathed, your hair will be treated, and you will be fitted. We have four hours to turn... this... into a bride." She looked at my jagged, self-cut hair with a sneer. ​I felt a surge of pure fury. "I am not a doll. Get out! All of you!" ​The room went silent for a heartbeat. Then, the door to the ensuite opened. Jaxson stepped out, fully dressed in a crisp black shirt which did justice to his chest and muscles.