Pomni And Jax Novels & Stories

Hanna demanded. "Lex has the hots for TJ." Pamela replied. "And Pamela has the hots for Ace." Lexi retorted. "Who's Ace?" Jasmine asked. "BJ Jr's son." Hanna replied. "No shit?" Jasmine asked. "Pamela you game?" Lexi asked. "Why the hell not?" She replied. "I don't think that's a good idea." Hanna warned. "Me either." Jasmine agreed. "You guys can stay here with your men. Pamela can be my wing woman. Text Ace, and let's go." Lexi replied.

The awareness hit both of them in the exact same moment. His hand snapped back and straightened so fast it looked rehearsed. "Sorry." He cleared his throat. "That was— yeah. You don't... know me." He flashed her a grin — charming and absolutely trying to cover the fact that he'd frozen like a statue. "I'm Jax Thorne," he said. "Gamma of Shadowclaw. Resident voice of reason. Occasional bad influence. Depends who you ask." Nova blinked at him, disoriented but steady.

“Didn’t some of the squad head down there yesterday?” “They did,” Jax replies, swallowing a mouthful of chicken and rice. “About half of them. We’ll follow next week with the other half.” “I’ve seen some of the Denver wolves around town,” Jax’s mom muses as she pushes a piece of asparagus around her plate. “Our pack is housing quite a few of them.” Dad nods. “Ours too.”

POV: JAXON I was at a coffee shop. Rare moment alone. Isla had the kids. I'd escaped for an hour to work on my memoir. Needed the quiet. The space to think. I was three chapters in when he sat down across from me. "Jaxon Romano," he said. Slight European accent. I looked up. Didn't recognize him. Fifties. Well-dressed. Gray at the temples. Cold eyes. "It's Winters now," I said carefully. "And you are?"

“Came to check on the big guy. Brought some snacks and terrible jokes to cheer him up.” I smiled and shook his hand. “Ivy Summers. Come on in. He’ll be happy to see you.” Jax stepped inside, carrying a bag of what smelled like fresh pastries. He was charming in that effortless athlete way — easy smile, confident stride, and a quick wink as he passed me. “So you’re the miracle worker everyone’s talking about. Nice to finally meet the woman who’s keeping our wall alive.” Ronan’s expression shifted the moment Jax entered the living room. He sat up straighter on the couch, a guarded look crossing his face.

Lani giggled, "What're you doing?" "Close your eyes and don't open them until I say so!" With a small smile, Lani followed Jax' command before extending her arm is search for the large man. Placing his hand on the small of her back and the other on her outstretched arm, Jax walked beside Lani toward the project he'd been devoted to for the past fortnight. He'd been looking for the solution to her happiness ever since the Satan left and, with the help of his wife, he'd figured it out. Jax had put his sweat and blood into perfecting everything before Lani saw the final result and was pleased with how quickly his men had finished the job. It hadn't been easy but almost every member of The Wolve

Jaxon turned, coming face to face with a blue eyed, black haired Were. "Grayson, you made it," Jaxon mumbled, glancing at Juliette. Juliette looked at him for information. "Hmm, you must be Juliette Kerson, talk of the Kingdom. I'm Grayson, Jaxon's Beta," he introduced, taking Juliette's hand and kissing it. He pulled away at Jaxon's low, threateaning growl. "Nice to meet you," Juliette replied, her face flushed. Jaxon pulled a stool from the corner of his room, and offered it to Grayson, while he sat on the edge of the bed with Juliette. Grayson sat in front of Jaxon and Juliette.

Jaxon winked at her and headed down the short hall. Pax looked up from his computer and smiled at Jaxon. He was an older man with graying hair and beard. He had deep green eyes that were starting to get crows’ feet in the corners. If he would stand up from his chair, he would stand only a few inches below Jaxon’s height with thick soled boots. “Come on in and sit down.” Pax grinned at him. “Oh, shut the door.” Crap. Jaxon thought as he closed the door and then turned to sit down in front of his boss’ desk. If the door was closed, this would not be good.

Remy calls after him as he follows me into the living room. “And some wedges,” I add. “Like a pack of damn wolves,” Parker mutters under his breath. “It’s for Jax. He’s a growing little alpha, he needs all the extra calories,” I tease. “Yeah, the kid eats better than half of our warriors,” Remy grumbles. The living room is chaos within minutes. Cushions on the floor, Jaxon’s hoodie abandoned by the sofa, controllers and game boxes scattered everywhere. “Alright, little man,” I say, sinking onto the sofa and grabbing a controller. “You ready to lose?”

He wasn't wrong. I squeezed Ajax's hand, smiling at him. “I guess we need to pack, then.” He leaned over and gave me a kiss, smiling at me. “I guess we do.” “So, when we land…” I tried to sound casual. “We’ll be heading to Pella, where Bram lives with his boyfriend.” Ajax looked amused. “Who is a famous rock star.” “Says the prince.”