Defending Jacob Ending Novels & Stories

He just stood there, eyes wide, as if he was expecting something… perhaps the right words from me or even my disappearance. But I wouldn’t go. Not until I had him. And if I couldn’t have him, then no one would. “Goodbye, Richard,” Jacob said quietly, his words laced with a finality that felt like a challenge. He stormed out, not hesitating for even a second, or stopping to look back at the cafe… at me. I watched him leave, and as he slipped out through the door, a cold smile crept onto my face. He didn’t realize it, but his defiance towards me was going to the end of him.

“And this time, he won’t settle for whispers. He’ll aim straight for me. Maybe even you.” Jake turned, his dark eyes catching mine. “Then we don’t wait. We make the last move before he does.” I swallowed, my throat tight. “You mean the final trap.” Jake crossed the room, kneeling in front of me so we were eye to eye. His hands rested gently on my knees. “Yes. We’ve defended ourselves long enough. But if we want to end him, we have to be careful. No mistakes. If Roman falls, it has to be by his own teeth.”

Eric snapped at him, as he went to the fridge to take out a can of water. “Fine, but don’t come looking for me when you and your wife needs help, because in as much as I’m a bad friend for trying to save my own life and that of my son, as a result of not knowing whom the alpha will kill next after he treated you badly, trust me, I’m more of on your side than you could think of.” Jacob said, defending himself. He knew exactly that they were going to have this discussion, and he was in the wrong for not consenting to save him the first time, his wife brought up the topic about it.

“Drink the contraceptives. Sign the papers and leave them there.” William stared at the document for a long moment. “I will do everything…as long as you keep your word.” “I always keep my word,” Jacob said darkly. He stood adjusting his suit jacket. As he walked toward the door, William’s voice stopped him. “You didn't even ask why I wanted to destroy my family.” Jacob paused, hand on the iron doorknob. “Everyone has their reasons. I simply don't care what the reasons are.” he said, closing the door shut behind him.

“Well, I can’t shoot someone who is defenseless. So, it’s fair that he could defend himself while I shot him.” “But when did you learn to shoot? Also, I was surprised, but shocked too at the same time. I thought the traitor hit you!” Al tried to punch Jacob’s chest, but the older man blocked the hit. “Hey! Calm down!” “You could be killed, you know!” Al protested while he punched Jacob’s upper arm. This time, Jacob let him. “What if—” Jacob hugged Al’s shoulder to stop him from punching and shook his head. “Nothing happened.”

“Please… do what’s right. End this before it destroys both girls.” Jacob finally nodded, slow and reluctant. “I’ll post something tonight.” He walked toward the door, pausing beside me. His voice was low, almost weary. “You always win in the end, don’t you, Charlotte?” I met his gaze without flinching. “No one wins in this.” When he left, the room exhaled a collective breath. Cecilia shifted slightly, her voice raw. “You… you think I should thank you for that?” I turned to her. “I didn’t do it for you.”

Jacob offered nonchalantly. Jas & Brit came to stand in front of me & soon enough, the rest of my followers and worshippers also stood in front of me to pretext me from Jacob. Even some of his followers switched their side and came to defend me. This only added more fuel to the fire between Jacob & I. The anger was prudely evident on his face; his cheeks were red and his forehead crinkled in frustration as he lost more followers. “Good luck trying to kill all of us; we won’t go down without a fight for Kenni,” Jas said.

I continued, "I need the truth, Jacob. Are you the mole?" Jacob's gaze met mine, a flicker of defiance and resignation in his eyes. "You think I would betray Layla?" I took a step closer. "The evidence suggests otherwise. If you're innocent, now is the time to prove it." As the room held its breath, Jacob's shoulders slumped; he looked defeated. The unexpected twist of Jacob, once considered someone fit enough to be a member, being the potential traitor added a layer of complexity to the whole situation. "I haven't betrayed the pack, and I will never do that," he declared, his voice strained.

His strikes were wild, frantic, like someone desperate to win something already lost. Michael caught his arm, twisted, and plunged his sword into Jacob’s heart. Jacob gasped, staggered. “Why…?” he croaked. Michael held him close for a second, jaw clenched. “Because you chose the wrong side.” He pulled the blade free. Jacob dropped to his knees… and fell never to rise again. Greg was locked with Rhea. She moved like a storm, magic whipping around her in fierce spirals. Greg gritted his teeth, holding up his arms as wind slammed into him again and again.

“Vivienne…” But I was in no mood for evasions. “I asked you a fucking question, Jacob.” “No. I didn’t get hurt.” “Good. Now tell me what the dream was about. Who were you running from?” His breathing started to sound labored. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” He tried to take the prosthesis, but I kicked it aside. “Hey!” “You're not going to get away that easy. What were you running from, Jacob?” “From you, damn it!” He yelled surprising me, “Fucking happy with my answer?”