Jake From Twilight Novels & Stories

She uses blue for everything since we’re the Blue Moon pack, but I’m surprised to see she included silver instead of white this time. We’re sitting at the bar when we see him come in. Jake. He’s a warrior from the Conecuh Forest pack. He’s always been annoying and full of himself. Several she-wolves start whispering and staring, and a few try to approach him. We try to quickly look away and avoid eye contact, but his brown eyes just stay focused on Hannah and me, and I don’t miss the devilish gleam in his eyes or the small smirk on his face as he strides towards the bar. “Ladies, how wonderful it is to see you here!” He says as he saunters up and snakes an arm around each of us.

I whispered, my voice trembling. The creature sneered, rising to his full height. “It seems your lover has arrived. Let’s give him a show, shall we?” Without warning, he grabbed me by the arm and yanked me to my feet. I bit back a cry of pain as he dragged me toward the edge of the enclosure. The vines parted like curtains, revealing a clearing bathed in eerie moonlight. And there he was. Jake stood at the edge of the clearing, his chest heaving, his green eyes glowing with barely restrained fury. He was in his wolf form, massive and powerful, but even in that form, I could feel the weight of his gaze on me.

Jake said, flipping through the neck page of the letters he had received but he stiffened immediately at the powerful scent that wafted through his nostrils which had nothing like his Beta. “Fucking Holy Moon Goddess!!” Jake exclaimed the moment his eyes left the papers to see the figure that entered. His only friend and buddy he had almost practically abandoned due to pack activities. “You didn't tell me you were coming Raze!!!” He laughed and stood up to give a hard hug at the Lycan King who scoffed. “One would think you're so excited to see me, Jake, cut the crap. How disappointed are you right now?” Raze asked and he chuckled.

Jake promised. "I trust you Jake." She replied. "Which brings me to my next confession. I don't know how to tell you except just come right out with it. I know it's going to be hard for you to believe. And I hope you accept me for who I am." Jake pleaded. "Accept you for who you are? I don’t understand what you mean. Who are you? What are you trying to say?" Rae whispered. "I'm a werewolf for real. I have a pack. I am the Alpha and James is my beta. Everything I told you in the fantasy was true. This is the pack house. That's why it's so huge." Jake explained.

Alpha Kyle's POV I paced around the room feeling rather uncomfortable. I was unable to sleep last night as my wolf didn't let me sleep. He had been disturbing me to look for our mate. Rejecting my mate wasn't a good decision as I didn't feel my body again. The pain was more than I had imagined. Even though I had tried to suppress it, I felt I couldn't continue to suppress it.

That is all. ‘Mate! Mate!’ Mina is screaming in my mind. “Look how handsome he is!’ She isn’t wrong to be fair. He is tall, muscular. With a headful of dark hair, short at the sides, but flopping into his face. His eyes are a piercing grey. And such a strong jaw, defined further by the stubble dotted along it. “Jake this Rose Cartwright” the woman next to him smiles “Rose, this is our Beta and business partner, Jake Joseph. I am Lilah Winters. My husband Knox is back at the pack at the moment, but is able to come along if you should need him to attend”

He was not even sure that he'd recognize Hitler after all these years anymore. He got to the house after a long while of walking to it and he knocked on the door. The door was large and beautiful. After a few knocks on the door, it was opened by a woman, she had clothes on that made her look like a maid. She asked Jake what he wanted, rudely. "My name is Jake, son of the Alpha of the werewolves." Jake introduced himself. He was expecting the woman to show some respect after his introduction, he was of high class after all. But all that the woman did was like at him strangely.

Who is alive. Kael's burning hot hands tighten. Possessive. Protective. "Dad?" My voice breaks. Human voice, not wolf layered. First time in two chapters. Marcus Blackwood looks at me half-naked on Blackwood Tower 5th Avenue roof, in Kael's arms, surrounded by fifty kneeling wolves, Luna Queen, seven foot Beta. His gray-gold eyes fill. "Jace Cole." Luna Skye inhales. "You hid him in Ohio. You said heart attack."

The bedroom door clicked open, the sound carrying a distinct fluid grace that belonged to only one person. Jake stepped into the dim room, his scent arriving before him to instantly soothe the wild, rising panic in my chest. He smelled of rain, cedarwood, and the raw metallic tang of the pack house office. He had stripped off his corporate shirt, wearing only a dark cotton tank top that exposed the intricate tribal markings running down his shoulders, signaling his absolute rank to the northern pack territory. "You are spiraling, Jo," Jake said, his deep voice sliding over my skin like warm honey. "I could feel your pulse racing from the bottom of the grand staircase."

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.