Novel & Cerita Jaxon Hughes

when footsteps hit the top of the stairs. We all pause and look up. Jaxon appears, barefoot, wearing loose sweats and one of my old hoodies that he definitely stole. His hair is messy, his eyes half-lidded like he’s still half-asleep. He stands there for a second, blinking down at us like we’re a strange dream he stumbled into. “Are we... gambling?” His voice is scratchy with sleep. Quinn waves a hand. “Nah, just friendly theft between teammates.”

"Okay, fine. I will see him today. I was going over to his place in the first instance anyway." An hour later, I was at Jaxson’s penthouse. The floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the city we collectively owned, a sprawling map of lights and ambition. Jaxson was packing, tossing his team jerseys into a leather duffel. Jaxson Montgomery: the NBA’s golden boy, the man whose jersey was tucked into the waistbands of half the teenagers in America.

The storm outside raged harder after midnight. Rain lashed at the windows angrily. Thunder cracked like gunshots. Inside the apartment the only light came from the single lamp in the living room and the faint blue glow from the TV that nobody was watching. Jaxon kicked the front door shut behind him. Water dripped from his black hoodie, soaked through his work boots, and left dark footprints across the hardwood. He was massive, six-foot-six, two-hundred-sixty pounds of dense, corded muscle earned from years swinging hammers and hauling steel on construction sites. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, jaw clenched tight, hazel eyes already burning with the kind of hunger that had been

I thought I’d be a shitty friend if I bragged about how great things were going with me while she was nursing a broken heart, but now I feel like a shitty friend for keeping it from her. I heave a sigh, looking back up at Kyla. I’m about to spill the beans when she glances over my shoulder, a smirk tugging at her lips. I turn to see what she’s looking at, and my breath catches in my throat when I see Jaxon in all his toned, muscular glory, heading my way. I snap my head back around and my ponytail whips me in the face. Real fucking smooth, Quinn.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Isaac attacked the boy, completely unprovoked, allegedly, and then bit his teacher, drawing blood when she tried to separate them. I toyed with the hem of my purse as Mr Beddows continued insulting Isaac, accusing of him all but killing this boy. Greyson's words rang in my ears. Come back as the Zoe Smithson I remember. I wasn't the same woman I once was. Kobe beat everything out of me, my confidence, my hopes, my ambition. I was a shadow, surviving day by day without ever really living.

“Look, that WildLife post already has twenty thousand shares.” I didn’t turn around, I kept my pace and my eyes even, pressing my thumbnail into my palm hard enough to feel it almost pierce my skin. By the time I reach the main corridor, it gets louder but nothing is being directed to me. All I hear is Jaxon’s name, from countless numbers of people. “I hear the scouts already pulled out on him.” “He’s been hiding his shoulder injury since high school, not even recently? Outrageous.” I stop at my locker and unlock it, I stare inside for a moment at my collection of books and folders sitting there like every other day.

And before I learn anything else, before my eyes catch Jaxon’s whole life story, I see one line that flip my life upside down. JAXON PEIRCE FATHERED A BOY NAMED HAYDEN LEVINE.

He shrugged sadly. As much as he hated Jaxon being with Isla and endangering her, he knew Jaxon was the only one who could save her. “But I can describe him though. He is about six foot, pretty chubby, has bushy, brown beards and a super annoying crooked teeth. Can’t miss em.” He explained, and Jaxon narrowed his eyes, mentally cycling through faces. “He also has a small tattoo right underneath his left eye, like a drop of blood.” Austin continued and almost immediately, at the same time, Jaxon looked back at Alex and their gazes locked.

Ever since he gave me the ring to stop turning into the Phantom Wolf that resides inside me until night, we have been jabbing at each other constantly. But the moment her worthless assistant, Adrian is mention, my anger steps up a level. "Oh, would you like to talk about Thea and her boyfriends sex life?" I say, watching the way Jasper stiffens, and his hands clench into fists by his side. I just can't wait until our deals are done. He gets Lexia to kill the man behind the uprising, so his heart will beat again from his repent, and he can be with his mate. And in return, he assists the wolf inside me until I can mark Lexia.