Jacob Black Father Novels & Stories

“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.

His dad said, in a cold and calculative tone. "if you need a damn heir for this fucked up criminal family Then ask your damn son Oscar, And by the way, you also haven't got that old to conceive the child, (everyone almost gasps in shock hearing Jacob's words) Don't expect me to get her pregnant because this will not happen in this birth at least..." hearing his words, Jacob's father started gritting his teeth in rage. "I need your child and when the damn time comes, I'll also say the same thing to Oscar..." Hearing his Dad's words, Jacob got up from the chair and started looking at Aria,

Alpha Alexander's Beta announces, opening the door for them. As Jacob enters, his attention goes to his father whose brows are clutching with a deep frown. His shoulders are dropped with a deep thoughts. From his vision, this is very first time, he saw his father who always kept his head high in desperate and helpless expression. "You called me, Father!" He says sitting on a chair without even thinking of asking. Since childhood, he knew his position in this family. An Illegitimate son, so he doesn't care about respect. " Jacob!" His father calls him. " Investigate how my eldest son knew that Ark's Mate was pregnant. There is no way Ark has announced his wife's pregnancy..Then how?" He looks

Alpha Blackwood growled at Jake, then sat down on his throne. A tear rolled down Jake's left cheek, as he stared at his father in anger.. "Now you want to turn me into a murderer too." Jake let out a dry chuckle. "Why did I ever think you would ever consider me, or Jackson, or Jared? There's nothing any of us would do, that will ever be enough not even your favorite, Justin, can make you proud." He stared at Justin then back to Blackwood, "I am done. I am done trying to please you."

Or maybe out of his twisted thinking, he felt that he was protecting me, protecting us? The questions burned hotter than the truth itself. That night, in front of Alexander, I read it all, spreading it between us on the table as he read line by line. His eyes slowly read each word, his jaw tightening at each line. “Your father...” he began, hesitating before finishing his words. “He wasn't just a casualty.” “I know.” My voice cracked. I could barely get the words out. “He blackmailed Victor to keep Jacob's empire running.”

The lake reflected the moonlight as I hid behind the cabin, watching the man—my so-called fiancé—pinning a blonde bombshell to the deck of his yacht. Three times. He had rejected me three times. At our engagement party, in front of all Five Families, he’d said, “My mother just passed. It would be disrespectful to her memory to talk about marriage right now.” At the charity gala, he refused to dance with me. “Bella, can’t you understand the grief of a man who’s lost his mother? You’re being selfish.” And just last week, at a family gathering, he didn't even look at me. “Maybe Isabella should find someone else.”