Novel & Cerita Jordan Steele Novel

Jordan Wells, a hulking Beta with a mean streak, stood with his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. “I hear you’ve been busy,” he said, his voice carrying over the quiet buzz of students watching from the sidelines. “Got the whole pack talking, Omega.” Nicola’s heart pounded as she glanced around. The triplets weren’t here yet, and Chloe and Theo were nowhere in sight. She was alone. “What do you want, Jordan?” she asked, her voice steadier than she felt. “I want to see if you’re as tough as you think you are,” he said, stepping closer. “Let’s see if you deserve the Blackstones - or if you’re just a weak little Omega pretending to be something you’re not.”

My head snaps toward him. That tone. Dark. Cold. Lethal. He isn’t even looking at me. He’s staring straight down at the city below, jaw hard under the rooftop light. “Don’t jump,” he says. Calmly. “Even though I know you want to.” His gaze finally shifts to me. Sharp enough to cut skin. “Stay with me and tell me everything Bowman did.” A pause. “Let’s survive the withdrawals Davenport caused with his filthy drugs.” His voice threads through my mind, steady and grounding, chasing away the whispers. Chasing away the ache. Then he says something that makes my blood run cold.

The Hellion came from around the corner somewhere and started walking towards Jordan who was standing at the same place glaring at Beast not noticing him. Confused, Ana wondered what he was doing. Gradually, her eyes travelled down to The Hellion's hand and a scream left her mouth unconsciously as she tried to run forward. Before Ana, Jordan and Caroline could understand anything properly, The Hellion stabbed the dagger held in his hand in Jordan's abdomen as blood started to pool around Jordan's feet with his eyes wide open in shock and pain. His eyes were staring right at Ana and she found herself unable to move or do anything.

“Well, it was mostly thinking, ‘What are we doing? What the hell is the matter with us?’ And by the way, Aurora, you are the worst assassin we’ve ever met.” “But when you were in danger, we realized we couldn’t live without you,” Jordan says softly. “It wasn’t worth losing you.” I nod solemnly. “Thank you.” “We know your father. We know his ruthlessness.” Jordan takes my hands and leads me toward the bed. I swallow, suddenly picturing myself lying on it surrounded by my golden Alphas. “You’ve suffered it repeatedly.” “It’s astonishing how brilliantly you turned out,” Wiley quips. “And Stewart and Phaedra don’t need to know anything about what happened in the spa,” Jordan says.

I sighed looking at Jordan. I asked Jordan with a straight face -" What about you killing this man?. Do you know you killed the fleed commander of WitchDom?" Jordan looked at me and replied-" I didn't kill him." I asked in disbelief-" than care to explain the blood on you?" He looked down to his dress which was still covered in blood and said after a sigh-" Well after Jennifer left, I was curious and scared. Scared to lose her" She said while looking at her. Jennifer's eyes shined bright as a smile curved on her lips. Jordan continued-" I knew she would not take me with her, and I needed to look at this matter myself, so I kept her ring when she left and used it to teleport here."

“Only one room up there isn't being used, and that's Alexander's; three of them are being used for things Principal Hale would suspend us for if he found out. I’d set it up that way on purpose. If Jordan were going to spiral, she were going to do it somewhere I could control the narrative. I watched Alexander walk away to the snooker table to take a cigarette. He would be going to his room sooner or later. I smirked and bounced off to the dance floor. Minutes later, I glanced at the table. He was gone. JORDAN's POV I turned to the creak sound as a familiar figure walked into the darkness, yet. I could see him clearly.

he added, the woman seemed to want to reply, but her shoulders fell in defeat. "You ruined my wedding" she complained with a sad voice, but I can see her expression of contained fury in her eyes and in her trembling hands, I take a step back, her nails were sharp in that almond shape that many brides used, and although I would love to have them scratch my back under other circumstances, I have no intention of having my face scarred by their nails in a fit of rage, Jonah looks at her in astonishment "Is that what matters to you?" he asked, almost annoyed with the woman's reaction, which makes me wonder why isn't she more upset with the fact that she was kidnapped?

Ella’s POV “Don’t stand there staring at me. Answer the damn question, Ella! Talk fast,” Jordan yelled at me. This was the first time since we met that he raised his voice like this. I didn’t know how to start explaining everything to him, but I had to. “Jordan, I promise you, it’s not what you think,” I tried to explain. But how did he even know about Jake? “Okay, since you want to know, I’m a criminal. Jake is the brother of the person I murdered,” I said, and I could see his body stiffen.

“Someone’s jealous already.” I pouted, crossing my arms. “Last time you held interviews for my replacement, a parade of wannabe mistresses walked into your office. I don’t trust them around you, Mr. Steele.” His laughter softened, and he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a serious tone. “You have nothing to worry about, Mrs. Steele. No one could ever come close to you.” The way he said it, so genuine and heartfelt, made my chest tighten. Before I could respond, Adrian was off the bed and standing in front of me. He grabbed my waist, pulling me up and closer into his body until I was flush against him.