Jacob Black Father Novels & Stories

What did she want from me? My dad's name is Chansey Slate, he is Beta to our Alpha, Brock Landon. My father is married to Rebecca Slate, and I have a brother named Tyler, who is my twin. We look like complete opposites. I have dark brown hair, his is raven black, which I envy, to be honest. He's darker-skinned toned than I am. He's extremely well built, meaning he's super muscular for his age, since he is always working out! And I mean working out all the damn time, just like his arrogant best friend, Blake.

“So you still remember you’re my husband? You still remember that Artie is your son? “How many times have I sought you out? Didn’t your bodyguard tell you? I even went on my knees before him in the end. Has your heart ever softened? “All I wanted was for you to see your son one last time, but all you care about is Jenny Horne and her child!” “Whose father are you, exactly? Can you even tell the difference anymore?” I recalled how, whilst Artie had been understanding of Logan’s busy schedule, Logan was letting another person’s child ride on his shoulders. My heart felt as though it were being pierced by countless tiny needles, a dense stinging pain coursing through me. Logan opened his mouth.

“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.”

When my siblings saw me like this, disgust was written all over their faces. I fetched water myself and cleaned my wounds. I'd just finished bandaging them when Adrian, Damian's estranged father, suddenly showed up. He stormed straight into my room, and the moment he saw my injuries, he whirled around and slapped Damian across the face. "You treat your own daughter like this and you still think you deserve to be Alpha?" "You better give me a damn good explanation today, or I'm not letting this go!"

LYLAS POV “Grey,” Jacob Blackwood called his son with so much surprise in his tone. He dragged the name until he was facing Grey. The expression on Greys face was one that informed me to leave. I followed my instincts, walking away from his father. Greys hand obstructed my path as he stretched it out. His face didn’t turn to me, instead, they stared at his father with curiosity. “What’s going on?” He asked. “Mr. Blackwood only wanted to…”

“I left that name behind, just like our father left me and my mother.” I coughed, spitting out blood. “Our father?” “Yes,” he snapped, his voice filled with bitterness. “Your father, my father — the great Alpha who couldn’t be bothered with his other son. He bought my mother’s silence, sent us away like we were trash. And when she got sick, when she needed help, he did nothing. He let her die alone, while you and your perfect little family thrived.” I stared at him, stunned into silence. I had no idea. I’d never heard a whisper of this. “Jacob... I didn’t know.”

"Do you understand what happens when Noah finds out you trespassed in his territory?" Jake crossed his arms. The muscle in his jaw twitched. "He doesn't want kids. He told me himself. When I show him the test, and tell him about who the father is..." "I don't have time for your delusions," I cut him off. "Who do you think the father is, Jake?" He dropped his arms, stepping right into my space. "I narrowed it down to two. First option: Adrian. Your little Vulture thug." A short, dry laugh scraped my throat. Let him think that. I wasn't going to hand him the fact that Adrian was my blood brother. "Go ahead. Run to Noah with that one."

Nervous? My mom pulled away just enough for me to look at her. I moved my eyes back to meet hers. “What happened?” I asked. “Your father… he had a heart attack. But he’s okay! He’s resting but he’ll be okay.” I glanced at Jacob over her shoulder, then met her eyes again, “Why is he here?” She made a face. I think she was annoyed by my question. “Jacob offered to help us financially. Your father… he refused,” she made a face a slowly nodded.

Professor Adrian Blackthorne. And my stomach dropped. Zia blinked. “Wait. Blackthorne?” Raina’s mouth fell open. “As in… Lucian Blackthorne?” I couldn’t breathe. Lucian’s father. Lucian’s fucking father. I was staring at the man who made Lucian. And he was staring back at me like he wanted to destroy me just to see what I looked like broken. WEREWOLF LINEAGE & BLOOD RIGHTS. The way he wrote it…

he placed both hands on the table and leaned forward with seriousness written "I want to know why you killed my father” Kendrick raised his head to him and squinted his eyes. Making him look more menacing, "And who's your father?” "Quit fucking with me, Kendrick. Jokes aside. I really should have strode into this place with a gun to your head, didn't I?" "Well, I guess you'll always be a pussy then” the grin on his face was obvious now. “Mr Philip Blackwood is my father in case you forgot” he gritted his teeth.