Novel & Cerita Jensen Ackles Jason Todd

“Cute kid.” Jason glanced over at the person speaking to now becoming defensive as it was only him and the man standing there. The aquarium wasn’t packed due to it being a Thursday morning. Jason held his son close to him, protectively, as he stared at the dead eyes of Chris Sanders. He would know him anywhere just like Julissa said. His eyes held nothing inside and he looked rugged with a tattoo up his neck flowing down his arm. He was a rougher-looking Dan. “How did you find me?” Jason asked, angrily.

I rounded the corner and stopped dead. Jason sat at the kitchen island, showered and dressed in dark jeans and a fitted black t-shirt that showed off the body I’d seen way too much of last night. His dark hair was still damp,and pushed back from his face. Those green eyes lifted to meet mine, and that infuriating smirk appeared. “Morning, Melissa!” Mom turned from the stove,with her spatula in hand, beaming. “Come meet Jason. He prefers Jason over Luca.” “We’ve met,” I said flatly.

Acacia Wolfe returned his smile and turned to her newborn son, who had begun to coo and fuss in his Moses basket at the edge of the room. “I am sure they won’t be too much longer.” “Alphas will be alphas,” Jason responded with a shrug. Though he could hear Layon and Acacia’s husband, Harrison, leader of the New York pack, talking in the library down the hall, he was trying his hardest not to listen to what they were actually saying. If they had wanted him to know what they were talking about, they would have invited him in on the meeting. Jason couldn’t help but wonder whether something might be wrong

“Let me introduce everyone, Zahra. You already know Lincoln Grey and his Beta Sam Williamson, and Brant Anderson with his Beta Arlo Jacobs. Over here is Gamma John West, from Dark Forest, with his sons Jason and Jackson.” I shake hands all around, summoning my politest smile. John West must be around Alpha Lucas’s age, based on the streaks of grey in his short-cropped hair and the set of his weathered features. He is shorter than Jasper’s dad, Greyson, but built like a tank. His sons, Jason and Jackson, are the spitting image of him, just like Tobias is the spitting image of King James. Jason looks about twenty-two, broad in the shoulders with tanned skin from hours of training. Jackson appe