Jake Peralta Novels & Stories

I was still in deep thoughts when I heard a male voice. "Hello , I am Jake" he said stretching forth his hand for a handshake. I realised he is the stranger I was admiring earlier. I noticed he was even more handsome than what I saw earlier, he was about 6 feet tall, well built and his six packs stuck out from his shirt. I also discovered he had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, short spiky hair which made him look more handsome and his voice sounded like that of an Angel. Well, I haven't seen any Angel in reality but I have seen them in movies.

Her team all nod in agreement. “DDG?” I ask under my breath and Jake turns to look at me with his hands on his hips. He may be gay, but I know the guy could probably knock men bigger and scarier than me on their ass. Jake is an ex MMA fighter, but his passion is hair and flair, apparently from what Mouse found in his file. “Drop dead gorgeous. Come on, big boy, learn the lingo.” He says and we all chuckle. “Still, I don’t see why she would be jealous.” Melody says, her voice small and vulnerable.

“This is Piper, the daughter of an old Alpha—whose name will remain undisclosed for discretion’s sake. She’s wolf-less, as you can see, but she will be competing for the position of Alpha Elijah’s chosen Luna.” A murmur ripples through the group, followed by a snicker from one of the women seated near the head of the table. “Wolf-less?” the woman says, her tone dripping with disdain. “She doesn’t stand a chance. She’s not worthy to be by Alpha Elijah’s side.” Laughter erupts around the table, the sound slicing through me like a knife. My cheeks burn, but I refuse to look away.

Soon, they arrived at a lavishly decorated secret room. All of Jake’s subordinates kneeled on the floor, guns pointed at their heads. James sat on the couch, smoking a cigarette, appearing nonchalant about the massacre that had just taken place. “Where is Jake? Bring him here right now.” Jake had another identity — Jay Fallon, the medical genius in Cansington. Normally, he would not be here. One of his subordinates called him immediately. Right at that moment, Jake was discussing the annual medical competition with a few other well-respected doctors.

“Emma, how are you?” He smiles as he approaches me at the bar. Jake is a lecturer in Social Studies (whatever that means), so as well as having a bum I could keep under observation all day, he’s a chatty man too. He’s wearing fitted jeans, vintage trainers and a T-shirt showing off biceps that could have been inflated with a tyre pump. I’ve dressed in what could be the first thing to fall out of my wardrobe – skinny jeans with a cotton shirt and military boots.

The Alpha that seemed to have a personal issue with Alpha Santiago and brother suddenly spoke looking at me with strange eyes. "Who is this guy?" I leaned closer to Beatrice and whispered. "The most annoying Alpha you will ever know, well after Alpha Maxwell. His name is Alpha Jake, like Jackass" She replied but her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear what she just told me. "What did you just say?!" Sure enough he Heard it clearly and he looks like he is indeed going to murder someone "You always have fun getting into trouble, Don't you?" I leaned over and whispered to her.

"It's the only life I have." I kept Alex home the day of the field trip. Told the school he was sick. He was disappointed but accepted it. But I couldn't shake the feeling. The certainty. Jake was coming. I didn't know when. I didn't know how. But fate was circling. Getting closer. Then, two weeks before Christmas, I saw the announcement. Jake Sullivan joining Pinnacle Sports Management. Relocating to Portugal. Starting January. The article had his photo. Still handsome. But older. Tired. Those blue eyes that used to sparkle now looked empty.

"I told you, I’m not signing anything until I see the bike specs for the debut." Jake set his coffee cup down with a sharp clack. "The specs are industry standard, Drake. You’re lucky they’re even looking at you after that stunt in East Town. You need a win, not an attitude." "A win?" Drake finally looked up, his eyes flashing with a resentment I knew all too well. "Is that what I am to you now? Just a PR recovery project?" Jake’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous stillness settling over him. "I’m trying to ensure you have a career. If you’d rather spend your time acting like a delinquent, I can easily withdraw the funding."

“What the hell is the fire chief doing here?” “He’s the volunteer fire chief, Julia. He’s also our contractor,” Jake says, running his fingers through his hair, his gold Rolex gleaming in the sun. “Listen, babe. I got a screaming deal on this property. Pennies compared to what it’s worth. We’re gonna build this house, and if you don’t love it, we’ll sell it for millions. I’ll buy you a fucking island in the Caribbean after this with the money I’m going to make. Just wait and see.”

“Want me to say thanks?" Jake laughed softly, the sound hollow in the vast basement chamber. "You're welcome." He says with mocking tone. He took a single step forward. “I’ve waited for this,” he said. “Us. No distractions. No Father. No ranks. Just us.” Raja rolled his shoulders once, the strain of his injuries screaming through him, but he ignored it. “I’m not here for you.” Jake grinned wider. “You are now.” Then Jake moved. Fast.