Jax

My story begins in a small village in 1854, when I was born to Ethan and Elizabeth Stone. From the start, my parents weren't normal: my father is a snake demon, and my mother is a shewolf. Yeah, I know—strange. My childhood was happy until I turned 18, when my demon and were abilities emerged. At that time, I had a girlfriend, Sora, who left me for a school jock after discovering the truth about me. I thought she was my forever, but I was clearly wrong. Years passed, and eventually my father became the owner of Cropwell Inc.—the company originally owned by my maternal grandfather, Ronin. My father bought the company when Ronin retired in 1942. By then, I was 88 years old. Keep in mind, my kind ages slowly; at 88, I would appear to be about 40 in human years. Also, unlike human males who have one male extremity, male snakes have two. Because of what happened with Sora when I was 18, I have never claimed a mate or gotten close to any female since. As for my were side, my wolf remains awake but hasn't made itself known for any reason—until today. Now, on my birthday, my family has planned a surprise at my parents' house. Recently, my father and grandfather met a northern pack of werewolf demons. They invited your father to bring you to what is technically my father's pack, even though he's a snake demon. As I approached my parents' place, I noticed an unfamiliar but delicious scent. The closer I got, the stronger it became, not realising I was smelling my fated mate—you.