Jonas Knox Wikipedia Novels & Stories

Done. The door opened without a knock. Jonas stood in the doorway, his frame blocking the light from the bedroom. He was dressed in black—slacks, a button-down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, the fabric crisp even in the humid air. His hair was damp and combed back, not a strand out of place. His eyes were the same pale gray as the tiles beneath my feet, cold and unreadable. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. I straightened, my fingers curling around the edge of the sink. "I thought—"

but they didn’t move, and another figure emerged from the doorway. His body shadowed over Vexia. Knox. He is so calm, his aura heavier than any other wolf. Knox is wearing his silver mask, which is shining in the light of the day. This man looked untouched and unbothered. He is always like that, as he is the King of this world. Knox took two steps and stood beside Vexia. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her close to his body, as she belonged to him.

"It's been a while. You used to work for our little family before, didn't you? We haven't met since Hannah died." Pointing at the black leather couch, he continued, "Please, sit. And word of advice—let's all calm down instead of speaking in agitation, shall we?" Kaine smiled and sat opposite him, as Jonas remained perfectly cordial and composed. But when Jonas looked downward as he took a seat as well, I could see the defeat in his eyes.

"we don't know anything about you. What do you do?" "I own a hardware store." Knox responded, leaning his hip against the counter top, his arms crossing his wide chest. The stance screamed dominance even though I was certain he wasn't trying to come off that way. "But I was in the military before that." "Thank you for your service man." They each did that guy nod they do. "How about yourself?"

He replied to me. "What about you? What are you doing?" I asked him. "Online class. It's frustrating, but I can't afford to miss it. Mom is definitely going to skin me alive if I fail to graduate this time around," He replied to me, and I sighed. Unlike every other member of the K5 group, I was different. Every other member although are not also good when it comes to studying, they have what they are good at. Jaxon was still trying to keep up with his grade because of his Mom even if things weren't working out for him like myself, although Carl is a spoilt brat just like everyone else, he was also excelling in his career and passion as an ice skater, Tristan may be tough too, he is also popu

I nodded fast, still pressed against the wall, still trying to understand what just happened. The guy was groaning on the ground, holding his face like his entire skull cracked. Alan hadn’t even broken a sweat. He adjusted his cuff, like he hadn’t just knocked a man out. “His name’s Peter Knox. He won’t have a career by tomorrow,” I watched his grown deepen as he reduced his voice to mumble, even though I could still make his words out, “he tried to touch something that belongs to me.”

Marcus's POV The cabin was cold. I liked it that way. Cold kept people alert. Cold kept them from getting comfortable. And comfortable people made mistakes. I sat in the shadows near the window, watching the snow fall outside. My territory was further north than Jax's. Harsher. More unforgiving. That was how I liked it. Weaklings didn't survive here. The knock came exactly on time. I didn't move. "Enter." The door opened and Knox stepped inside. He was bundled in furs, his face red from the cold. His eyes darted around the room like he expected an ambush.

Special Guest For Special Hole 1 Knox I stood backstage, arms crossed over my broad chest, trying to look like the ex-military hardass everyone saw when they looked at me. Knox Reed. 29 years old. 6'3", built like a tank, covered in tattoos and scars from two tours overseas. No one would ever guess that deep down, I was a broken man with a greedy, ruined hole between my cheeks. My husband, Marcus, died in the same ambush that put me in surgery. The explosion fucked up my pelvis and lower abdomen. The doctors had to reconstruct everything. When I woke up, my asshole was… different. Extremely elastic. Almost no pain. It could take anything.

I asked offering him cup cakes. Knox closed his laptop and sat up straighter. He wore simple black jeans and a snug tee that read this alpha is taken which I actually liked. “Meeting. Crux said we will be having an important meeting.” I nodded and looked at his shirt. “Cool shirt huh.” Knox looked embarrassed but cleared his throat. “You got a mate?” “Yeah,” he said.” There was a silence between us but Knox cut it. I could see his Adam apple bobbling up and down due to his swallows as he watched me.

I only managed to nod and watch him walk towards the door where Devin stood with a grimace on his face. Oh no. Knox smirked at Devin mockingly. 'Just go,' I silently wished. They're like two beasts ready to bite each other's neck off if one makes a move. “Nice meeting you,” Knox offered his hand, “I'm Knox Collins.” “I don't care,” Devin growled. “Griff,” I whispered to my son who was looking up at the two huge figures in front of him. Knox chuckled, “I'll see you later, Sweetheart.” He called out to me before pulling open the door and disappearing as it closes.