Pomni And Jax Novels & Stories

“Luna Alex. Alpha Jaxson. So nice to see you again after all these years.” Alex tries to regain her composure with who she sees standing in front of her, it’s a challenge but she manages just so. Alpha Jaxson can tell she is tense so he does what any good Alpha and mate would do, he reaches out to be polite and shakes hands with none other than Alpha James, with his mate Jessica standing by his side and his son on his other side. “Alpha James. It has been a long time. Welcome.”

“Let’s all go sit down “. He offered as he set off for the couch in the corner of the room. “Just talk. Tell us about yourself, we’ll tell you about ourselves “. The two others threw themselves down on the beanbags and Finn sat tentatively on the edge of the couch clasping his hands together awkwardly in his laps. “I’ll start “. Jax offered. “So um, my name is Jax Monroe, I’m in my second year here and i’m from Leicester. Finn nodded along looking up from where he had been staring at his hands. Now that he listened, he could pick up a faint accent slipping through his practiced dialect. “I’ve been into contemporary dance since I was around ten. But I also do hip pop and a couple other things

Unlike Rostom, Ares was openly jealous of Jax. “Jax! I’ve been waiting for you!” Greta called flirtatiously as she ran toward him and clung to him like a lizard. After a few seconds, Jax gently removed her arms and continued walking without a word. Greta pouted. Jax and Rostom bumped fists. Among all the island residents, Jax was only close to Rostom and Mang Tomas, an elderly fisherman. Both rented boats from Jax. “You went out early today. I didn’t catch up with you,” Rostom said.

I said to Jax and Rev smirked at him as we all caught him watching Chris get into her car. “Shit Jax, your days are numbered,” Preston said with a laugh. Jax was a head shorter than me with brown hair and blue eyes, he was my right hand and I trusted him with my life. Preston had black hair with neon blue streaks and a piercing through his eyebrow, he was the same height as Jax and the carefree one of the group.

I could immediately sense the change in Dom. He never really shifted anymore; only when he absolutely had to. His wolf was huge and a born alpha. Jackson and Dom had tried to shift together many times, but every time they did, their wolves went at it. Jax was an alpha by birth, and Dom was the son of an alpha. Dom is stronger than any wolf I have ever met. He and Jax are both evenly matched, and if Dom shifted now, I guarantee Jax would shift also. They would both be slaves to their beasts in the fight for dominance, and they would tear this room apart.

, Jasmine asked "A tiny drop of wolfbane. To make it juicy, I hope you are enjoying it?", Alpha Jax said with a chuckle. "You are a monster, Jax! You are a fucking monster! Just kill me already! Do you even have a conscience?", Jasmine was hysterical. "You should have known. If had known then you wouldn't touch the tail of a lion. Watch as I deal with you, by the time I'm done with you and your father, you both would regret ever crossing paths with Alpha Jax", Alpha Jax said as he walked away without looking back.

I just didn't know it would be one wielding an ambiance of power. "Jax." A voice thundered. "My old friend." I turned to the front of me to see a man I assumed was the Alpha of the pack standing proud with his members. "Aaron." Jax gave a brief smile as they embraced each other. "You ought to have given us some more time to prepare, my friend," he said as they parted. "I'm not a first-timer. You need not prepare so much for me." "Indeed." "Welcome, Alpha Jax of the Moonstone pack." The rest of the crowd bowed.

he did the same thing I just did, I like him already. "I like you. what's your name, blondie?" Cain growled, like the type of growl you'd hear from a dog or a wolf. I just ignored him and returned my attention to blondie with a raised brow. He gets this evil look on his face and then steps forward. "I'm Jax, and I like you too, mate."

of the Disconnect: a group of people who lived in the spaces between the rules. Jax sat in the center of the glow. He was twenty-four years old with messy hair and eyes that hadn't seen a full night’s sleep in a week. To the rest of the world, Jax didn't exist because he had no bank account, no driver’s license, and no social media profile; however, to those who knew where to look, Jax was the best "eye" in the city. On his main screen, a simple graph of weather data from Oakland was dancing. The wind speed was jumping in a pattern that made no sense for a storm.

He lifted his gaze from his laptop, his eyes following her as she moved past the glass wall of his office. From his seat, Jaxon had a clear view of the coffee room. He watched as Isla stepped inside and began to prepare his coffee. A smirk played on his lips before he turned back to his laptop, refocusing his attention. On the screen were high-resolution images of exquisite firearms—some of the rarest and most coveted in the world—that Wommie had shown him the night before. Intrigued, Jaxon picked up his phone and dialed Denmark, one of his most trusted business associates. Rising from his chair, he walked over to the window, gazing down at the bustling streets of Rome below as the call conn