Gamma Jack Novels & Stories

I was still in deep thoughts when I heard a male voice. "Hello , I am Jake" he said stretching forth his hand for a handshake. I realised he is the stranger I was admiring earlier. I noticed he was even more handsome than what I saw earlier, he was about 6 feet tall, well built and his six packs stuck out from his shirt. I also discovered he had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, short spiky hair which made him look more handsome and his voice sounded like that of an Angel. Well, I haven't seen any Angel in reality but I have seen them in movies.

He decided not to have a road name. Jack is the shortest of the three brothers, at just 6’ even, with black hair and blue eyes. Depending on the occasion he could be wearing a beard or clean shaven. Jack has the "open mouth insert foot" syndrome. It often gets him in trouble. Jazz is a bartender for now, until she decides what she wants to do with her life. She enjoys being a badass biker chic and with nothing keeping her from doing whatever she wants to do. School is just not for her. Jade said it was a miracle she graduated high school.

he said, chuckling, “a blind wolf could notice. The way your eyes were glistening when talking to her and you’ve been tripping over your own feet.” Jake, unhelpfully, added, “He told her he’s Gamma and took my badge. The effort….” Lucas arched an eyebrow. “You did?” I groaned. “I was joking…..” Lucas laughed quietly, the deep kind of laugh I had never heard from him before peace came. “Well, Gamma will fit you because Jak will become my Beta this time.” he said, glancing at him. Anyways, you’ve got courage but you’re going to need more than courage to win an Alpha’s daughter.”

"No. What I'm saying is that Edwin started as nothing more than a penniless boy. His success was built on my hard work. Whatever happens between Edwin and me is our business. You have no place in it, and you certainly don't get to dictate my future." After that, I placed a bill on the table. "That's for my water." Just then, a startled voice called out, "Gina?" Edwin bellowed in anger, "What is wrong with you? Isn't it enough that you pester me with your ridiculous accusations? Now you're harassing my clients too? You're acting hysterical!" Diana gently stopped him.

Emma closed her laptop and took a deep breath. "Em? You still up?" Jack's voice echoed through their too-big house, slightly slurred. "In the bedroom," she called back, slipping on her glasses like armor. Jack appeared in the doorway, still in his game-day suit, tie hanging loose around his neck. At thirty-two, he was in his hockey prime—six-foot-two, shoulders like a coat hanger, jawline that could cut glass. He'd been gorgeous when they met in college. Now he was sculpted.

Jake began speaking again, "So if all goes well, they get it. But if a fight breaks out, you don't give it?" "Pretty much," I replied absently, staring at the distance. Merritt and his people had shown themselves. They approached yards away. "You know, I once tore out someone's hand for touching my wife," Jake mumbled. "I didn't give it back. I still got it. Preserved. The male's already doing time in prison, so maybe I'll follow your example and mail it to-" "Shush, Beta," I said.

he warned. But I just shook my head. “I want it.” He cursed then held my hips firmly, stopping me from moving. Then he started pushing and pulling himself inside. And I was groaning because of his slow pace. But Jacob was right, I would regret it. Because when his pace started to get fast, all you could hear in the room was my strained moans and Jacob cursing the hell out of me. He was choking my neck as he thrusted, pulling himself and when he pushed, he would reach my g-spot that made me scream his name.

“Luna, please save him.’’ Gustavo's voice breaks in, urgent and panicked with soaked lines of sweat forming an expressway on his face. His panic isn't surprising. Jake used to be his closest friend before he disappeared. They were both vibrant young men in their prime back then, so I didn't hesitate when Gustavo recommended Jake for my gamma. But as much as I would love to dwell on past relationships, it's important that we focus on reality.

The photograph was the same young woman. My grandmother. The real Garcia. The live comments erupted. “So THAT is the real Garcia? Then who’s the woman next to him?” “The letters say it plainly. And he just said he ‘rejected’ her. Lying without batting an eye.” “So the real Garcia was abandoned in the rural West. Who is this fake Garcia? This is insane.” Daniel Harrington’s lips pressed into a thin line. He gripped the table. His fingertips were white. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead.

“Thank God, I wasn’t sure how I would explain that to my insurance.” Finneas clapped him on the shoulders. “Well played. Well played. If you ever want a job, just call. We could use someone like you on our side.” Jake smiled weakly, “I’ll keep that in mind.” Jake watched him as he left, his long black coat swinging at his heels. The sound of his boots on the hard floor of the foyer suddenly stopped as if he had just stopped walking. A sudden wash of energy, maybe second wind, propelled him to the control box where he flipped off the sprinklers. He threw the main switch and the lights and cooler came back on with a bang and some grinding. The sound of Fleetwood Mac’s “Rhiannon” began playing