Jake Webber Birthday Novels & Stories

“The celebration has just started. At least stay a little longer.” Alpha Jake shook his head. His face looked pale, his jaw tight. “I’m not feeling well. I don’t want to ruin the night.” I stepped forward quickly. “Alpha Jake—Jake—please,” I said, lowering my voice. “It’s my father’s birthday. Just a few more minutes.” He looked at me. Really looked at me. And for a second, I hoped. I hoped the oil had somehow worked. I hoped I could still win. But his eyes were empty.

I lied, and he gave me an understanding look. “You’ve got this,” he said, patting my back. “You were on the phone with Jace?” I asked the obvious. He nodded and chuckled, saying, “The bastard’s birthday is tomorrow.” Jace’s birthday party has always been the loudest in the state for as long as I can remember, and every year, it gets even louder. I didn’t know how the last two celebrations were because I was at the university and I didn’t care to check up, and since I’ve been back, I haven’t asked. It seemed as though he would throw a big party—perhaps not as loud as before, but something that would be the talk of the town for weeks.

"You were away, so I can't blame you for not sending me gifts. I was going to celebrate it on my special day, but then I heard you were visiting, and I decided to wait for you." "Oh, good joy," Scarlett replied blankly, making Aaron and me chuckle. "Are you being sarcastic?" Rosie glared at Scarlett. "How dare I?" My mate said with a tinge of mockery. "I have no right to your highness." "Whatever," Rosie turned back to me. "I need more time to prepare, so if it's okay with you, I'd like for you to wait an extra day to celebrate my birthday with me." "Sorry I did not inform you earlier, Jax. I was going to after dinner," Aaron faced Scarlett. "She already knows."