Jonas Taylor Novels & Stories

The Alpha command pressed like a hand against her chest irresistible, suffocating. Jonas’s body convulsed, his head jerking as though he were fighting chains invisible to anyone but him. He ground his teeth, a sound of pain tearing from his throat, until finally the defiance cracked. “One,” he rasped. His eyes, burning with hate, flicked to Tyler and then away. “You want a name? Fine. Laramie.” The word hung heavy in the damp air. Micah stilled, his hands curling into fists. Camerin muttered something under his breath, too low for Kate to catch, but the sharp edge in his tone said enough.

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.

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while tilting his head. The girl who came to help me tried to hold back her laughter. Dane glanced at her questionably. “Got something to add Kendra?” “Catrina is a lying bitch,” Kendra unveiled. “Fuck you!” Catrina snapped back. Dane looked at all of us before settling his gaze on me. “New girl, what happened?” I tilted my head to the side, letting my hair fall over my eye, and replied, “Nothing, sir.” Catrina hissed, “It’s Alpha!”

However, his assistant just shrugged with a playful smile, deepening the furrow on Gladwin's forehead. "I'm just helping, Doctor. I saw you were uncomfortable with Doctor Madsen and her mother, so I tried to be a good mediator," Jonas said without a hint of guilt. Besides, Gladwin was secretly grateful for his assistant's actions, even though he couldn't admit it yet. "Or am I wrong? If, in fact, the Doctor wants to have lunch with them?" Jonas asked back, afraid he might have misjudged the situation. But Jonas' actions weren't out of solidarity as fellow men, nor were they a form of loyalty from a subordinate to a superior. It was more about fulfilling a friend's request, a request that had

Hearing him say these things made me smile. Cyrus is surprisingly sweet and a gentleman, opposite to what I thought of him before. "Or we can enjoy this moment with a dance..." I cut him off and he stared at me. John Legend's All of Me playing on the background and I was amazed at how horrified he looked. "You aren't scared of dancing, are you?" Teasing him is so fun. He gulped down and just shook his head. Oh, I did not expect him to agree right away. "I was just kidding. I don't even dance." I told him with a laugh. His face then looked relieved. I can't help but giggle.

Jonas sure had some very interesting friends. Lorenzo stepped back and turned towards me. "A family member, I presume?" Jonas laughed. You humor me, old man. You know better than anyone that I wouldn't get anyone from my family on my side. " "A girlfriend?" "This is Lisa, a friend of mine," Jonas said, clearing his throat. I take Lorenzo's outstretched hand and smile at him."I'm surprised he recognized me as a friend, the same way I was surprised to learn he had actual friends."

I was trying to figure out what to do to get the money I needed. After cleaning and finishing my shifts without acknowledging Markos, it was time to go home. I changed back into my clothes so I could get ready to leave. But, as I was arranging my work clothes in my locker, someone appeared behind me. It was a man I didn’t know. He looked about Markos’ age. The only difference was that he was a bit shorter and he had tattoos all over his neck. He had dark hair and equally dark eyes. He may have passed for a pretty boy but there was something dark lying below the surface. He was as scary as Markos.

Jonas Johnson walked proudly, he was happy because his plans had turned out better than he thought, especially when he saw the news on social networks and other media about the death of his daughter Lynda Johnson at the hands of Christian Goldman, there was no news about him, apparently, he shot himself, despite this the news on the subject was blocked, everything was just rumors. But he was sure of one thing, that J&L Construction would be safe now, that he would no longer have to deal with this man who had humiliated him to the point of no return.

There was no signature, but I recognized the hand immediately. Jonas. Damien’s Beta. Once loyal to me. Still brave enough to risk his position. My pulse quickened. If Jonas was warning me, it meant my suspicions weren’t delusions after all. Damien was being manipulated — and he was too blind to see it. I folded the note and hid it beneath my pillow as the door opened. The head doctor stepped in, flanked by two guards. “Miss Taylor,” he said smoothly, “how are we feeling today?” “Better,” I lied.