Jaxon Hughes Novels & Stories

Though confused, I let Cyrus pull me closer to him as we crossed. "Ash..." "Don't talk. I'm here to give you these." "Thanks man." I heard Cyrus say but I got my eyes focused on something else. On the ground are my bags and suitcase. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion and when I faced Ashton, he just gave me a smile. "I'll be out of town for a month or two and I can't take the risk of leaving you alone in my apartment, or at yours..." Oh God, no he won't.

you could get fucked by him once. "Seems like you guys found her," he remarked, his eyes fixed on me. Damn his voice. It was still so fucking deep. I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or the ache in my heart, but Jaxon seemed even more irresistible at thirty-eight. Not a single gray hair, no sign of aging except for a denser stubble. Oh, but there was one thing to mention—now he was more much well-built, his muscles were evident even through his shirt—ten years of hard work, I guess.

I have hated him from the very first day Mom brought him home. Jaxon Reid. Thirty-two, built like he spends half his life in the gym, dark hair always a little messy, and those green eyes that seem to see straight through clothes. He rode up on a black motorcycle, leather jacket slung over one shoulder, smirking at Mom like he already owned her. She giggled like a teenager, blushing and twirling her hair, and I wanted to throw up.

Ezra and Caleb arrived minutes later, shoving each other through the doorway. “HE LIVES!” Ezra yelled. “I told them you were too stubborn to die,” Caleb added, slapping Jaxon’s back lightly. Jaxon winced. “Dude. Surgery.” “Oh—sorry.” Usher jumped right into their chaos like he’d known them for years. “Okay, hi, I’m Usher, apparently Sienna step brother now—don’t ask—and I play basketball. Who plays? Who wants smoke? Who’s scared? Who wants to lose?”

Gavin, who accepted Jaxon’s rage, just shrugged and hid behind Rey’s body. Danny Johanson laughed with amusement when he read the newspaper that was still spread out on the table, even Nicko Anderson, who was holding Jaxon’s body, couldn’t help but laugh, adding to Jaxon’s angry fire. Gideon Rose and Connor Black were forced to drag Jaxon, their best friend, to the corner of the room.

But he and his family weren’t what I’d expected either. So many things needed fixing in this house. Hailey, the child with a trauma because of his mother’s death and his father’s possible involvement. Lisa, who wailed the second I touched her. Fleefoot who’d never learned to be a family dog. And Jaxon who dealt with demons I had no clue about. Jaxon rubbed his hand over his stubble then sighed. “This isn’t one of the dresses I bought for you. You can’t wear this when you meet your bodyguards.”

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.

I instructed. "I'm on it. Now for the girl. The one you're not interested in,” he snickered. He quickly stopped when I growled. "Okay. Be broody about it. Aurelia Faith Christian is a sixteen-year-old from Eugene, Oregon. A B+ student, despite her age, will be a senior in the fall. She's on the debate and girls’ lacrosse teams at school and has multiple trophies from equestrian events. Her parents, Mary and William Christian, own and run the Christian horse ranch. And well, they are human. No connection to our kind or even knowledge of it,” he reported.

Standing in the doorway, dressed in a white hoodie and grey joggers, was Jaxson. Jaxson King. My high school bully.

Jensen’s POV After an eleven-hour flight and a lot of time to think I was ready to get this shit done. Jacob was waiting at the airport for me when I arrived. “Is Mike and Trevor waiting at the penthouse?” I asked as I climbed into the car. “Yeah. Most of the men are at the warehouse cleaning up.” I sat back and watched out the window as the city lights flew by. “Is there any word on Jordan yet?” Jacob shook his head.