Jax X Reader Tadc Novels & Stories

~~~~~~*~~~~~~ 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?"

I figure they were likely talking to each other through mindlink. “You don’t really ask questions.” Jaxon comments as he takes off his suit jacket and makes himself comfortable on the sofa. I could now see that his chest and arms were almost completely covered in tattoos. The dark shapes and lines visible underneath his white shirt. The suit jacket had made him look more slender than he really was, hiding his bulging arm muscles. “Oh I do.” But the questions I asked were mostly to myself. Xander smirks at me.

My fingers flew and tapped on my screen faster than they ever had. “If it is so amazing then show it.” It was a challenge. And one that I would rather not take. “J-Just a minute. Here, it is. Oh, wait. Wrong tab. It’s actually-” Xander did not let me finish what I was about to say because he took the tab from my hands and began reading the contents. I did not know what article he was on because the back of my tablet was facing me. I just hope that whatever he was looking at right now would pass his taste.

Trying to ignore the stain on the sheet, and still seeing it, because I simply couldn’t not see it, I slipped under the covers. I’d been tired before. I wasn’t now. My body still hummed with adrenaline. When Jaxon emerged ten minutes later in low-cut black pajama bottoms, my eyes traveled over him. Many men gained weight once they were married, not enough to be frowned upon by their Capo, but enough to cover up whatever muscles they’d worked hard for in their younger years. Jaxon hadn’t. Every inch of him was pure muscle. Nothing soft about this man—not his body, expression, or eyes. If he noticed my silent scrutiny, he didn’t comment. Instead, he got into bed but left enough room to fit a

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

Dark blonde hair somehow looking tousled and messy yet perfectly placed. As Theo steps aside, Jax comes fully into view. He’s dressed in a simple black t-shirt, the fabric straining against his thick biceps and broad chest. It does little to disguise his impressive physique underneath- the dips and curves of firm, hard-earned muscle. His jeans sit low on his hips, a perfect fit. As I drag my gaze back up to his face, I see that he’s checking me out, too, raking his eyes over my body. They pause and linger on my bare legs- I’m in a loose, long-sleeved navy cotton dress, and while it’s not the cutest thing I own it’s comfortable as hell. From Jax’s hungry gaze, he seems to approve.