Jordan All American Novels & Stories

“And what truth is that, Lorenzo?” I met Jordan’s eyes directly, letting him see the conviction burning in mine. I wasn’t one for flowery speeches, but this needed saying plain and raw. “Jordan goes as himself,” I told them, my voice steady, gravel-rough from years of enforcing pack law with tooth and claw. “No tactics. No intelligence overlays. No distractions, no decoys, no clever misdirections. Just Jordan. The Anchor he’s forging right now. The man who chose bonds instead of running from them. We trust that to be enough.”

He tightened his grip on my waist, his voice booming with that Alpha authority that usually made people tremble. "First of all," Jordan said when the reporter didn't respond to his question, looking that reporter dead in the eye, "I don’t have a mistress. I have one wife, a beautiful wife, and she’s standing right here." He gestured to me, his face a mask of iron. "And as for her outfit? No other woman can replicate this. It’s custom-made, one of one. There is no 'same outfit.'" But the media is like a pack of hungry wolves. They didn't care about his romantic defense.

"They keep kicking her and hitting her. Hera is so scared." "Who has her, Amber?" He gently wiped her tears away. "Who is the mean woman?" "Aurora." Amber held her hand out as if trying to shield Hera from pain, crying out, "No!" Nolan gestured to Gelo to prepare the men. It took about half an hour, but Nolan managed to get some information from Amber. He calmed her enough to leave her with Megan and Cian while he organized the men. "Why does Lancaster follow her orders? He’s not a Augur," Nolan asked his son.

He was told it would help a man in suppressing the effects of a bond. Jordan cleared his throat before knocking on the door and opening it. He easily saw the lone figure inside. “You called for me, sir?” With firm steps and trying to look confident, he approached the man. He stood in front of him, a few feet away, and assumed their resting stance during training. “You’re Jordan? Son of Alpha Jared and Luna Polly, brother to Janelle, who’s mated to Austin, son of Alpha Tyler?” “Yes, sir.” Jordan was quite impressed by how detailed his family background has been checked.

I felt they could be themselves and I could get past the first dose of testosterone. Aiden moves slightly in front of me. "Guys, this is our new kicker, Jordan Givens." He shifts to the side so they get a good long look. "She's now a Pronghorn." Silence. A minute goes by. "Fuck this shit," says a player at the back of the pack. This opens up a few grunts of agreement and plenty of head nods.

I had always been quite good at languages at school. I didn't understand all of it at the time but it was somewhere along the lines of 'ladies and gentlemen your leaders of this fine pack: Alpha Leonardo Loren and his Luna Ella Jones'. Leo smiled charmingly to the crowd as he stood tall and confidently. Everyone looked upon him in silent admiration and I tried to follow his lead but felt the embarrassment of this much attention sear red across my cheeks instead.

It was a bright Saturday morning and Jordan Duro was at his gym. When not in the field, he would be nowhere other than his gym. He is broad chested with six pack muscles on a slim waist and belly muscle. His arms were having some scars portraying he had been in some dangerous situation. Jordan is a 29 year old young man and a citizen of Newtown city. He is tall with a height of 6.5 inches. His long hair reached his shoulders which he tied up in a ponytail.

Jason said, looking at Jordan. "Okay." Jordan nodded gently. It was enough for him and Jason to mourn and pay their respects. Jason didn't like such an occasion, but Jordan just didn’t want to meet the members of the Springs Family. Madison and Little Apple still stayed here. The Springs Family had a lot of business dealings with Allure International. However, Jason and the younger generation of the Springs Family had no friendship. He only had a friendship with Arden. As for Jordan, no matter how the Springs Family framed him up, it could not change the friendship between him and the Jordan.

So I hang up", I shrug nonchalantly. "That's bad. You should apologize, Tessa. We need to put our plan to use as soon as possible. We have just three weeks before the award night. If we are not fast enough, Damien might win instead of Jordan." He explains. "Damien? Who is Damien?" I frown. I never knew Jordan has a rival. "He is a strong opponent of Jordan. His father is influential and he might win, even though his businesses are not based in New York like Jordan", he explains.

**** Jordan looked at the reports, his frown deepening as he slammed the table hard. "How did this got out? Fvcking Raiders! " Jordan cussed out, strings of more cuss words followed but in a foreign language that Allen is still trying to learn. " My team are working on it, George Fredrik is waiting at the Rose Garden" " Prepare to leave. Audrey should be well protected" Jordan ordered and stormed out of the office. Audrey pulled out the earphone from her hear, the tiny invisible chip she had stuck on Allen's suit when he passed by her during breakfast allow her to listen to all that they had said.