The Guardians Find Out How Old Jack Is Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“What’s wrong kiddo?” More hot tears fell down Luca’s cheeks and he wrapped his arms around the older boy’s chest, rubbing his face into his shirt. “J-Jack,” he cried softly. All eyes were on them but Luca didn’t notice anyone but him at the moment. He felt Jackson’s arms surround him and fingers running through his hair. “It’s alright Luca,” whispered Jackson, keeping his voice low so that no one else could hear. “You thought I was your mom didn’t you?” The boy nodded. “I take it you haven’t had a birthday since her right?”

Too scared my voice will betray me I point towards the table Jack is sitting at. “No way. I’ve already told you, Enzo is much older than you,” Dad says firmly. “Not Enzo dad. The boy sitting at the table with Enzo. His name is Jack and he is Miranda’s cousin. He is sixteen, graduated high school last year and has been taking college classes this year,” I inform dad. I feel like I am making a sales pitch. I hope I made him sound smart and responsible. At that moment Jack comes over to us.

I said cheekily. "You're only allowed to leave for your sessions with the counsellor. Am I clear?" "Crystal," I sighed. "I better be off," Rob said. He walked over to me and kissed my forehead quickly before turning on his heel and walking away. "Bye, dad," I grumbled. "These have come a long way since the first prototype," Jack commented, examining the bracelet. Jack was sort of a genius. He loved to engineer new tech and was an expert at it. A lot of the gadgets we had at the Agency came from him. He was only 19, but one of the smartest people I had ever met.

That felt like a dagger piercing my heart repeatedly. Actually, I am a guardian to a mafia king, Romano Starvo. We called him Lord Romano, but not me. I called him father. He found me on the lying road almost lifeless when I was ten and kept me under his roof. In return, I served him. I became his right hand, and he was the only person who knew my real identity.

We have the largest economy, compared to the other packs around. Unfortunately, without a mate I wouldn't be able to take my rightful place as the Alpha of the Lunar dusk pack. Our tradition demanded that the succeeding Alpha must first find his mate before being proclaimed Alpha. Which meant I could be alpha until my twentieth birthday. If you ask me, I'd say that was a stupid rule. But unfortunately I couldn't go against it. I turned twenty three weeks ago. Conventionally, I should have found my mate by now, but because of my condition, It was impossible to find the mate choosen for me by the moon goddess.

“I found some things out about Misha’s old pack and her mother, we need to protect her Finn. No matter if she chooses me or you or neither of us. I can’t live life knowing I didn’t make this world safe for her.” Finn chuckled deeply, “I couldn’t agree more. It won’t upset her though will it?” “I’m not sure, no news about them will ever make her feel good but the outcome depends on how she feels about my plan I suppose.” He sighed, “I don’t want to loose you Finn, I’ve missed you so much.” “I’ve missed you too Jackson, I’ve missed banging on your door in the morning for patrols and being ignored!” They both laughed again and I grinned, I could definitely picture that being a daily occurrence!

I stayed at Helen’s place and fucked her, but all I could see as I placed my big rod into her wet little pussy, was Bella’s face, and all the moans I could fucking hear sounded just like Bella’s and that was when I realized just how fucked up I was and just how badly I wanted Bella no matter what, not anyone else BELLA Jack didn’t come back that night, nor did he give me a call and I almost died of worry, not because I was his aunt, and he was my duty, but because I didn’t know what he might or where he might be, since I was the cause of this distance, even though I really didn’t mean it

Elena shifted beside me, I glanced at her, she looked uncomfortable. My father sighed. “It's been twelve years.” “I know.” “You haven't even given me a chance to explain.” I laughed bitterly. “Explain what exactly?” Before he could answer, footsteps sounded from the staircase. Everyone turned. It was Jack. The brat had grown taller, but somehow, his arrogance remained exactly the same. He wore a pair of expensive glasses, his expression already twisted into irritation. He stopped when he saw me. His eyes narrowed. I stared back. Neither of us spoke.

He reached out and turned the knob. The door opened. Jack stepped through. He wasn't in a bedroom. He was back in the burning mansion. Twenty years ago. He was eight years old. He was small. Helpless. The heat was intense. He could hear the screams of the staff dying. He could smell the smoke. "Mom? Dad?" Jack’s voice was high, childish. A looming shadow appeared in the doorway. It wasn't a wolf. It was a man. A man with a face Jack had never seen, but instinctively recognized.

That's why I'll be speaking with the girl after breakfast. Jackie is eighty-four and has worked at the packhouse as head chef for over sixty years. Like every other wolf shifter who isn't Royalty, Jackie looks to be in her thirties and will until she dies of old age or is killed. According to Dane, Jackie is loyal and won't give me any problems. When I asked how he could be sure Jackie wasn't still loyal to Kyle, Dane informed me that Jackie was his mother. She's as loyal to me as Dane is. Fair enough.