Jake Maddox Author Novels & Stories

I responded and held Jake very tight. We lay on the bed naked and were silent for some time before I broke the silence. “Are you an Alpha?” I asked him. He looked at me in amazement. “Where did you hear that? I don't remember telling you anything like that” he asked. “When were you going to tell me? Do you want to build our relationships on secrecies?” I asked him. “I am sorry, everything happened in a hurry and I did not have the time to tell you” he apologised and I saw reasons with him.

Only this time instead of an overpriced suit the man now wore and brown and tan plaid button down shirt tucked into a pair of pleated khaki pants. "Mrs. Maddox, it's lovely to see you again." I accepted the hand he held out for me. "Thank you, James. You can call me Saraid." He retrieved my bags from the trunk and stowed them under the plane. "James is a dear friend of mine and Liam's. He is a warlock. From your coven to be exact," explained Chase. I examined James from a distance. "He's on our side you said?"

“Hey, just kidding. No one dares step foot in the Maddox house without bleeding for it.” Maddox. I mouthed it under my breath. Then filed it away, pretended like it wasn't the first time I'd heard it. Curious to know more about them, I stepped forwards and sat on the sofa opposite him. "What's your relationship with them like? Are you another brother, with an 'A' in your name?" He laughed. A full blown laughter. "Friends turned brothers. So, yeah, you can say that." I nodded. Accessing him again. Deny it all you want Zayla, he's dead handsome.

But her mother hadn't told or explained anything to her, and that had touched her deeply. They had a special bond, four hands on one stomach, so to speak. But those events had broken her confidence and left a scar on her soul. The contact with her grandmother had intensified after that. Maddie smiled. Omem was a herbalist, a Wicca, a witch as she used to call herself. She always had a pill, an herb, or a tea for everything. She loved painting and being creative. She worked with young people who were struggling and sometimes it seemed like she had a youthshelter in her big house. Maddie met a lot off young people there, whom she had never seen before. And who would have spent the night there.

"What reason shall you give mother and the elders of the pack? That you sent me out for an Omega you're fucking? Is she that good? I wonder how she sounds in bed." "Stephan! Roy!" Alpha Jax called, and his two huge guards came in. "Take him out." "You can't be serious. You're going to have lowlifes touch me?" "You're one to talk, the true lowlife in the building," Alpha Jax jeered. "Don't blame Scarlett for this; it's not her fault that you're mentally deranged."

I look Jake up on his social media profile and bam, there she is… “Maddy Roe Shaw.”

Maddog nods his head; He knows I’m with him on this one. A couple of minutes later, Jake comes back into the room. “All sorted,” He says before he looks at Maddog and asks. “Maddox, are you okay, Bro? Is there anything that you need?” Maddog shakes his head as he replies. “Apart from getting my sister back and safe, then no, I’m good there's nothing that I need.” Jake nods his head as he says. “You try and get some rest; we need you sorted. I’m going home to spend some time with my wife before we move in.”

WARNING: This chapter contains violence. . Maddox’s POV: She moaned my name last night. Not out loud. She didn’t know it yet. But the way her breath hitched, and her body crumpled to the raw desire...I knew she was thinking about me. I planted that madness inside her. It was blooming now and I relished the way it fucking consumed her—wild, untamed, and hungry. Yes, Little Muse, there was no escape now. Not from this darkness, not from this temptation that was now eating you like a sin.

"I meant if this house was mine, not that I was looking for an invite." "Let's sit. There's a few things we need to discuss." Jake replied. "Ok. you're scaring me again." Rae replied. "I promise you that you have nothing to fear from me. I would never harm you. First of all my guys checked out your author Chad. We believe his story he wrote, he also created in real life." Jake explained. "But that means he's a psychopathic killer!" Rae gasped. "Yes. And I think you are his next story." Jake replied

It was damn awkward. Mrs. Hawke cleared her throat, and I looked up and saw her dropping utensils, her eyes meeting mine. Fuck. Here come the questions. "So, Amanda, why don't you tell the family about yourself?" she smiled, and I looked around to see everyone's eyes on me. I swallowed the pasta in my mouth, dabbed my lips with the tissue, and chuckled. I didn't know what the hell I was going to say. Jack's hand landed on mine, and I could feel all eyes on it. I exhaled a breath. "I work at a café in Denver called 'SugarSips Café,' and I have a little sister—"