Jacob Bertrand Age Novels & Stories

He says, and I smile at him. "What is it?" I ask, still smiling at him. "I have to twll you in your ear Qween," He says. "What is your name?" I ask, and he looks to the woman holding him, and she nods—permitting him to tell me his name. "I am Jacob, and I am 4 years old." He says, smiling from ear to ear. He is missing his front tooth, making him even cuter. Finally, he starts to wiggle, trying to get out of her hold.

Now, it all made sense. Dad was far more cunning than I had ever imagined... But I could focus on taking his class later on. For now, it was Jacob’s age that asked for my attention. "So, you're..." "34," he replied, completing my thought. "You're younger than I thought," I couldn't hide my amazement. "Did I appear old to you at first glance?" he asked, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Not really, but not gonna lie, you did look intimidating."

The guy is whipped. "Half." "Let's run. That would be faster." "Hush it, Brother." I grinned when he rolled his eyes. "Let the girls have some fun." Jacob is young. He's twenty and took the Alpha title early this year because his Dad passed away from disease. He is like my brother, yes. We grew up meeting at the middle section of each borders of our lands. We'll scare Rogues when we were kids or hunt food on our wolf form. That only stopped when I took over the pack at fifteen.

"Well, maybe he's old enough to choose his friends." "Don't talk nonsense. Jacques, he will always be stupid and young. I guess I need to be a little tougher with him." "How old is he? Twenty five?" "Twenty seven. And still not married." "Well, I'm not married either. Although I'm thirty."

Jacob explained in a dismayed voice. "Maybe he's just going through something," I said, trying to see the reasons behind Leon's inappropriate actions. I have met many young people who were like Leon and almost all of them make trouble to forget their problems, and I think Leon isn't a new case. Jacob eyes dropped at me. "Leon is no longer young to make trouble. He is already 24 and tasted a lot of women. Do you think that he's still young?" "Your mouth!" I looked at him and lightly slapped his arm. I didn't know that Jacob was kinda vulgar.

“So what’s your question?” I stared at his good-looking face. I just noticed now that his eyes were pitch black and every time he blinks, the color suddenly changes into golden brown. His face gets closer to me, but not close enough that we would kiss. Just enough for us to see each other clearly and closely. Jacob is already twice my age, his son is years older than me. And yet he remained that silent power within him. “I really don’t have any question. I just wanted to say something since it seemed like we’re just gonna spend the whole time in this room with silence.”

I roll my eyes. "While that may be true here, I'm old enough to drink back home in Italy so a little Champagne won't hurt." I smile, taking the glass from Jacob and glancing at Alejandro from the corner of my eye. He looks like he's going to protest but he doesn't. "If you don't mind me asking how old are you?" Comes Jacob's voice. "Eighteen." It's Alejando's clipped tone that replies for me, but I choose to ignore him. "Actually- I just turned nineteen." I say to Jacob who nods seeming to be pleased with what he hears.

It felt sharp and stinging. Last month was my 33rd birthday, and I'd expectantly hinted that I wanted a lipstick. Jacob gave me a surprised look before mocking, "You want to act like a young lady and slather makeup on your face at your age? It makes young ladies look good, but you? You've been with me for ten years. Why do you need to look good?" He'd been so brutally direct. Even so, he'd still given me a lipstick on my birthday. I'd been delighted. I'd thought it meant I still mattered to him.

and scuttled away. Alpha Jacob was in his mid-twenties, and he had been the Alpha for a fair number of years already- chosen by the elders as the having the greatest talent amongst the Alexanders. He had a slyness to his countenance that Fritz had always distrusted. "You requested me, Elder Fritz," Jacob said. His voice was not as low as one would expect for a large male with broad shoulders and perfect posture. He carried his head proud, reaching to the full extent of his height, and always seemed to look down over his sharp nose and piercing mahogany eyes. "How are you doing of late?"

I see them both lock eyes and have a look of utter shock on their faces. “MATE!” I hear them both say in unison. I look from one to the other and you can see that neither one expected to meet this way. Jacob is twenty one years old and I know that he had all but given up on ever finding his mate. Most wolves find their mates on their 18th birthday but so far Jacob hadn’t been so lucky. Who knew that he had been looking in the wrong place this whole time. Maybe the Moon Goddess has more than one reason for sending this girl to us.