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Jaxon Michaels, is an 18 year old, shy 5'2 with a heart of gold and is loved by his pack, yes pack. Jaxon Michael's is a werewolf, an Omega to be more precise. His guarded by the pack as...
The yard was filled with rowdy children running all over the place while the adults were sitting around the pool chairs laughing and talking about the Olympics that happened three weeks ago and how GB has gotten the most medals from bronze to gold. I sat by Jax as he talked with his uncle and cousin while the ladies cooed and gushed over the twins. It's been a year since the last I saw of Morgan -he was my former lover/one night stand/ booty call- and I was glad because the last thing I wanted was to have my fiancé and ex lover in the same house.
"Prince Max?" I looked up to see Hanna, one of the maids, coming over to us and I nodded
"What is it Hanna?" I quizzed and she had a look of unsureness but nonetheless said
"There's someone at the front door for you" then excused herself after I thanked her. Telling the table that I'd back shortly to which they just nodded, Jax giving me a kiss and I did the same to him and the twins before walking back inside and to the living room only to stop short when I saw the last person I expected to see sitting in one of the sofas
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(Morgan)
"What are you doing here?"I asked making him jump and look up to me
"Don't make to much noise" he murmured making me furrow my brows and walked further inside only to pause when I saw him holding a sleeping boy in his arms
"What are you doing here, Morgan?" I asked again and he bit his lip. The little boy looked no older than 1.
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The little boy had on a pair of light blue jeans, white knitted sweatshirt with light brown shoes and a matching knitted brow hat and scarf.
"Morgan" I said and he sighed gently rubbing the sleeping toddler's head making him stir but didn't wake up
"I know that the last thing you want is see me but I had to come back. I-I made a big mistake and I don't want my son paying for them. He's to young" he began to say and I was confused as to why he's come here when he knew he wasn't allowed but I wasn't going to tell him to leave
