Jordan Kent 소설 & 이야기

We had been practicing new maneuvers with partners, and mine just happened to be the strongest, fastest, and most experienced warrior in the guard. “You’ll catch up to me one day,” Jordan said, patting my back. He was a little older than me, having joined the guard three years before. At twenty-two, he stood at 6’4” with a commanding presence. Everyone assumed that when Christian eventually stepped down, Jordan would take his place as commander. His caramel skin and dark brown hair complemented his amber eyes, which always glowed with a calm clarity—so unlike his wolf. His wolf was massive, with nearly black fur, and one glare from him was enough to freeze anyone in place.

I said to him. I'm still chewing on the orange he gave me, noticing his expression when I tell him this information. “Seriously? Does anyone already know?” “Nope. I also just found out this morning when they took my blood” I showed my hands to him, there are a lot of needle marks in there. Arthur smiles, almost laugh.

Lesson plans were already written and I just printed some of them out and printed out homework for the next few days for all 4 of my grades. By the time I was finished it was already 6:30pm. It was dark outside and I needed to get home. As I exited the building I saw one of the warriors standing outside the school gate. "Beta Smith." He said looking down at me. "Oh hey Jordan. How are you parents?" I smiled up at him. Jordans family were Dragon shifters that just joined about 4 weeks ago. I took care of his twin sisters in the daycare sometimes whole the rest of his family had training.

So, yeah, he’s also a badass, it just looks different than my form of badassery. Our youngest brother Dax is currently the pack’s Lead Warrior, which means he works closely with Gamma Bree in running trainings and sparring sessions, and with me when it comes to battle strategy. Thanks to my parents’ leadership, leadership which I at least hope I’m carrying on, there’s been little reason for the latter, but I like knowing that I have one of my brothers, someone whom I trust implicitly, in that role. And, my parents, while retired, still live on pack lands while they enjoy their retirement. So, I’m really very lucky. But it’s still not the same as what I see Cayden has with Zella or Bree has w

Cecilia POV I recognized him immediately. It was Jordan, the son of Norman's Beta. Only a few days earlier, he had clashed with the royal special forces outside the manor. His skin was sun-kissed, his black hair cropped close to the scalp, and his build even more formidable than his father's—likely a gift from his warrior mother. "What exactly is she going to teach us? How to dance, or perhaps prepare a delightful meal?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with derision.

I just can’t tell what. I’m annoyed, Bert said that Cora has visions, but I’m not even getting that. I simply get feelings. I wish I could see whatever was maybe going to happen, so I could fix whatever hole we have in this plan. “I don’t believe you, but fine, I’ll wait til you’re ready to tell me about it.” Jordan says and I look over at him. “Who trained you?” I ask him and he smirks. “My dad mostly, but I also had some work done here.” He says and I nod. “Your dad’s the Gamma in Forest Pines?” I ask him and he nods. “Yeah.”

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?

Alpha Damien, the great and prestigious Alpha of the red moon pack and one of the strongest, leading billionaires and businessmen of all time, stood right at the door of the kitchen, from which Courtney had just left. His cold gaze, glazed against the body of that woman and in comprehensive pain followed by rage, overwhelmed him. He wanted to just shred her into pieces. Ariel immediately cringed, knowing absolutely what it felt like to be close to him. It was like death, the hand of death clutching her, clawing at her and choking her. But, instead of it taking her, it toiled with her.