Just Rowan Real Name And Age Novels & Stories

Chase approaches Rowan who was greeting some people over the far end of the ball room. "Chase! He's the second son right?" Carlos Santana, a Mafia questions Rowan while smiling at Chase who kept a straight face. "Yes." Rowan replies him. "Oh my, I have been looking forward to meet you. I'm Carlos Santana, Rowan's age mate." Chase looked at him and slowly take his hand, shaking him. But without a word. He turned to look at Rowan.

Mathias, Cassia, Traeger, Jelena, Nevaeh, and Azazel are there too. I can’t help but think that Amara should have been here with me. Rowan steps out of the kitchen with a bottle of beer in his hand. “Hey, little bro.” I pull him into a hug. “Rowan, where have you been?” He rolls his eyes and waves his hand. “Here and there.” I give him my best glower. “Well, you’ve had everyone worried, you dick. Next time call or text.” He snorts and takes another swig. “I’m fine, man.”

I held up both hands slowly. "Tell him Creek is here," I said. They looked at each other. One of them disappeared toward the lodge while the other kept his eyes on me without blinking. Three minutes later the first wolf returned and waved me through without a word. Rowan was sitting by the fire when I walked in. He was a broad man in his late fifties with silver hair cut close and pale gray eyes that never seemed to fully warm up regardless of what his mouth was doing. He was holding a cup of something hot and he did not stand when I entered.

"What do you mean?" "Look, right there." I point to a picture on the screen of a younger Rowen, red hair disheveled and looking like it's needs to be combed. He's sitting at a table next to an almost identical version of him…just twenty-five years older. "His dad is Ryan Flanigan." Steve leans a little closer. "Are you serious?"

I flashed him a grin as Joaquim hooted with laughter. "Hey," Rowan frowned, though his eyes softened. "I’m only thirty-nine. I didn't start my conquests in the nursery! I was fourteen." "Twenty-five years of history, then," I said, taking his hand. "Is this going to be a regular occurrence? If so, I’m going to need Joaquim to keep the high-grade bourbon flowing."

"He's bad news, Mommy. Besides, the four of us are doing great as we are. We don't need anyone else in this family." Natalie fell speechless, but before she could speak, Rowley fixed a frigid look on Rowan and warned, "Leave my mommy alone. I don't care who you are, but please leave now." Rowley was only a three-year-old little boy, but even Rowan found him intimidating. Not to mention, his features strongly resembled Rowan's. Rowan had thought he was a special little boy when they first crossed paths. Unfortunately, they'd missed out on each other since.

He exclaimed. Eva arched her brows in surprise. “Watch your words, young man.” She scolded him. She had told him several times not to use curse words. Rowan was only seven but he acted like a teenager. Raven also feels that her son is growing up too fast than she expected. “Sorry grandma. I just remembered that there is a live football game from Europe showing this morning! And guess what?! My role model, Jacob Miller is playing!” Rowan said excitedly as he jumped down from the stool he sat on and grabbed his plate of bacon and water.

Rowan began, her voice soft but resolute. James listened attentively without interruption. Taking a brief pause, Rowan gathered her courage and continued, "We've never had a serious conversation about this matter, but you should know that I was previously married to David. Though the marriage was short-lived, I'm not in a place to jump into a new relationship right now. I... I just want to focus on living life for myself." Rowan maintained eye contact with James, wanting him to understand the earnestness behind her words. Unfortunately, he didn't return her gaze. His striking profile was all she could see as he stared ahead at the wide expanse of the road.

“She died all because of me but there was nothing I could do to stop it.” I raised my eyebrows at him. “Who?” “My mother,” he continued, staring straight into my eyes. My heart skipped. “What do you mean? Luna….” “She’s not my real mother.” The words hit me like a blow. Rowan let out a slow breath. “They kept it hidden from everyone including me and Adrian but I managed to bump into the truth when I was twelve. My real mother was a maid and got pregnant by a drunk mistake. Because Luna couldn't have another child after Adrian, she pretended to be pregnant to the whole world while hiding the fact that my mother was carrying the child.

Anya points to Rowan and I smile as he steps closer as Robert growls. “Hello Princess, my name is Rowan. I am here to help cure your father.” He bows to her and Robert rolls his eyes. Michael clears his throat as Rowan turns his green eyes to him and offers him his hand after a tense few seconds. The two men sizing each other up.