Sons Of Anarchy Mother Of Jax Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You think you’re so strong now? You’re nothing without me! You’ll come crawling back when that bastard destroys you!” One of the guards tightened his grip. Jax’s knees nearly buckled in front of the entire studio—reduced to a struggling, red-faced mess being hauled out like garbage. The door slammed behind them. Silence rang in their wake. My pulse thundered in my ears as I straightened my scarf, covering the evidence of my new life once more. The front door opened again. My mother stepped inside, perfectly coiffed and carrying her usual designer tote, eyes widening as she caught the tail end of Jax being hauled away by security.

Trying to get her out of her zone. “What you heard and saw outside…” How do you tell your nine year old daughter that you’re mating her step mother’s ex mate? “Mommy” she says in a small sweet voice. Smiling a little. “I know.” I’m confused. “Know what Krys?” “That you’re getting mated to Jax’s dad. Jax told Mace the other day and Mace told me” I was a little shocked that Jax already knew. I don’t know how he took it but I hope he wasn’t upset about it. Also this wasn’t how I envisioned her finding out.

Jax’s POV “Zara teleported back to the pack house, Jax,” Mom informed me as she came out of the ward room. “She found the smell of some fatty chemicals here repulsive and had to rush off back to her room,” she worriedly added. “Take care of her, son,” she said before hugging me fondly and going back to her office. “Alrighty new daddy. You heard the old woman. Now chop chop. Your twins’ mother needs you,” Kai said while clapping his hands as if I was his fucking pet dog.

Was my second question. “Yes, Erica and Lydia devised the plan with Mabel so that Ecria could mate with Loclyn and have a Royal ranking and same for Lydia but with myself” Jax answered again. “My mother, Ophelia, was born a dragon?” I looked at my father to answer. “Yes, she was Jax’s mother, Storm's second in command and best friend”! My father exc;aimed. “Jax is a dragon, born to dragon parents, so pure in his bloodline?” I looked between Blake and Jax for the answer.

Her back hit the edge of the wall and she froze, her breath short and uneven. “Tell me,” Jaxon growled, his hand flashing out to seize her arm. He yanked her closer, his eyes fever-bright with hate. “Tell me what you’re planning now, huh? Your mother sent you, didn’t she? She’s not done ruining everything. She made him—” his finger jabbed violently at my chest—“bring you here under some disguise of your useless, pathetic heat.” Her lips parted, trembling, but no words came. His grip on her arm tightened, his voice turning harsher. “Your mother succeeded in manipulating my father, destroying our family, murdering our mother, and now what? Now you think you’ll manipulate my brother too? Play h

Like something was wiped out and it made me raise my brows even if I didn't bother asking about it. Jaxon was hard and still but he always instantly became soft and vulnerable as a piece of bread whenever his mother was mentioned. What I learned about him was that his mother was rumoured to be a pack whore even though she single-handedly raised him, therefore, insulting remarks about her, get him really upset and violent. "Everyone, listen up," I said and they all quietened down. "This is not the time to be pushing blame. Or trying to win all alone. We have to put heads together in this thing to be able to move forward."

“Queen?” “Jaxon’s mother,” Lila said, voice barely above a whisper. The revelation sat heavy between them. Raven’s mind reeled. Jaxon’s mother, a name long buried beneath grief and silence. She was alive, shadowed in the darkest corners of this nightmare. Not dead of cancer, not gone, but watching and waiting. She stared at Lila, searching her eyes for any hint of doubt, but the woman’s terror was undeniable. “We need to know everything,” Raven said firmly, voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.

"She's just happy we're coming down, Jax." "No, you don't understand," Jax said, his eyes widening as the back end of the climber fishtailed slightly. He corrected it with a frantic spin of the wheel. "If I bring them back with so much as a scratch... if I bounce a single hair on Caspian’s head... Mom is going to beat me up. I’m serious, Fen. I’m not scared of the cliff. I’m scared of Mom. She’ll skin me alive and use me as a rug for the nursery if anything happens to those grandbabies."

"It was wrong and we know it was wrong and we'll spend as long as it takes making it up to you." "How," I asked. "How are you going to make up for letting me believe that woman was my mother." "I don't know yet," Jax said honestly. "But I'll figure it out. We all will." I felt tears starting and tried to blink them back but they came anyway. "My mother's really dead. She's been dead since I was a baby and I never got to know her." Jax got up and came to sit next to me on the bed and pulled me against his chest. "I know. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry you lost her and I'm sorry we made it worse by lying about it."

I approached him slowly, my recorder running. “You called?” I said. He nodded, but didn’t stand. Just shifted his weight like the bench might eat him. “Talk,” I said. He sniffed. “Jax Maddox is not who people think he is. The media loves their sad little stories, but they don’t know what he did. How he cut off his mother after she raised him. After she begged him to help.” “He has a mom?” I raised my tone, feigning surprise. He scoffed, “don’t try playing games with me. I worked at one of the hospitals where she was referred to,” he said, his voice a little too rehearsed. “She was broke. Sick. Said her son wouldn’t return her calls or come to visit.”