Just Rowan Real Name And Age Novels & Stories

“He won’t. I’m sending Ni-ki.” My stomach dropped. “Ni-ki? The kid? Rowan, he’s like nineteen or twenty!” “Exactly.” Rowan let go of my wrists but didn’t back up. “Nineteen, twenty and gorgeous, and owes me his life. His whole family were traitors.. plotted with rogues, got caught. I could’ve executed him with them. Didn’t. He knows it. He’ll do this.” I rubbed my face hard, groaning. “You’re using his debt. That’s low even for you.”

“This stupid girl,” I closed my eyes, and braced myself, ready to get hit. “Don’t touch her.” Alpha Damon’s voice rumbled through the room. His hand has coiled around the wrist of Alpha Rowan, Alpha Rowan was older than him, he was close to his forties, and Alpha Damon was probably in his mid-twenties but he wasn’t showing any respect for Alpha Rowan. He was taller than Alpha Rowan and more muscular. “What’s your name?”

Vivian said, digging into her meal. “I’m sorry about that.” Rowan said. “It’s fine. Thanks for your help, though.” Vivian appreciated. “It’s fine. My parents died when I was six in a car accident. My grandmother has been the one taking care of me ever since then. As you know, I’m the owner of ROWES fashion brand, I like classical music and playing chess.” Rowan said. “Playing chess, huh? Would you teach me?” Vivian asked. “Sure, one of these days.” Rowan smiled. “Now rules.”

I haven’t had anything this day. “My mother’s dress looks good on you by the way.” His mother? A little alarmed, I was about to ask him if it’s okay with her when I remember hearing from someone that his mother passed away when he was eighteen, just two years before he assumed his father’s position as the supreme alpha. “Thank you for your kindness, Alpha Rowan,” I bowed my head a bit. “You must have been badly tortured in prison,” his dark eyes are on my arms. It’s hard not to notice when the bruises are very visible in my pale skin.

“Clerical errors happen.” “Do they?” Rowan's attention shifts to his son. “And what about the school records? The references? The entire fabricated history that collapses under the slightest scrutiny?” Warren leans forward, smirking. “Face it, brother. Your ‘mate’ is a fraud.” “Watch your mouth,” Zane snarls, and I feel his wolf's presence pushing close to the surface. “Enough!” Rowan's command silences them both. His gaze returns to me, cold and calculating. “I'll ask you directly, girl. Who are you? Really?”

"Don't talk nonsense! I already know my real father, he's just a loser. We saw him every day when I was a kid." The caller burst out laughing. "He's not your father! He may be your mom's husband, but he's not your real father! Your father is the one who got your mom pregnant but didn't marry her. He is Karrel Kyne Wales, an Alpha, the first heir, who should lead Pack Kyne." The information shocked both of them. Especially Alpha Darren because his uncle was long gone from Pack Kyne, and had not even been mentioned, as if he did not exist.

They talked out and somehow it clicked between them and they married soon after. But Vincent swore to stay single and be that cool uncle.. Elijah, Erik, Kiefer, Karlo and Keleb followed along that they won't be getting married but we all know that they just didn't find the right one yet.. So we let them bluff.. Rowan is already married to Alaska who is also a fellow doctor with him.. She is 6 months pregnant already.. Akin and Helel met their one's as well but want to introduce a bit later when they are ready..

"You don't even know who I am? Pathetic. The name's Rowan Wolfe. You've probably heard of me." Ronald replied, "Rowan, you may have a reputation in the underworld, but I don't know you. We have no interaction at all. Why are you here?" Rowan laughed mockingly and said, "Ronald, you're as naive as you are bold. Your feud with Mr. Farrell makes you my enemy by default." "You're talking about Zane Farrell?" Ronald asked, his face confused. "Obviously. Who else in Goldspire has the power to command me?" Rowan sneered, his tone dripping with arrogance.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, just take care of Marline,” Both Jane and Brandondon nodded at my words, “Who is he? Asked Brandon, staring at Jyace who was silently watching us talk. “The guy who pictures Rachel carries around her phone,” Jane said, with a mischievous smirk on her face. “Wait, he is the one but what about other guys Rachel dates occasionally,” Brandon said, eyeing Jayce. “What guys?” questioned Jayce, looking at me. “I’ll tell you later, now drop me in Brandon’s house,” I said, changing the subject.

Just the pedestrian gate, like yesterday. The morning air was already warm but still carried a little sea chill. Salt mixed with rosemary from the planting bed along the road. The mansion light was still visible at the edge of the lawn, much paler now that the sun was up. Rowan stood on the other side of the gate with one hand in his pants pocket. Up close, he looked a little younger than I’d imagined from his name and list of acquisitions. Mid-thirties, maybe. His face didn’t have the standard tech-founder look that made me want to confiscate white sneakers and zip-up hoodies.