Jake X Finn Novels & Stories

she said. "I don't think he's ever cared," Sophie said, reaching to open a drawer below her dresser. "Tell them we'll be right down, Mom. We just have to make some finishing touches." Finishing touches take twenty minutes when Sophie handles them. We went down the stairs to find Jax and Zharn standing there, looking effortlessly cool. Jax’s black bomber jacket and fitted dark gray T-shirt barely masked his broad shoulders, the black ripped jeans completing his usual rugged yet put-together style. We are matching. A silver chain peeked from under his shirt, and his whiskey-colored eyes flickered over my outfit. I felt naked.

The air was crisp with the promise of dawn as Jake tightened his leather armor, preparing for the hunt. His eyes held a mix of worry and determination, the lines of tension etched into his face deepening as he turned to me. I stood in the doorway of our room, arms crossed, pretending to be calm. "You don’t have to do this alone," I said softly. Jake stepped closer, his presence grounding. "This is something I need to do. Jacob is my responsibility, Prisca. He’s done enough damage, and it’s time I put an end to it."

“We’ll set snares and maybe some nets. Make them think they’ve got the upper hand, then take them down before they realize what’s happening.” I nodded slowly. “Okay, that sounds reasonable. But we’re not killing them, right?” Jake shrugged, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Not necessarily.” I groaned. “Jake.” “What?” He threw his hands up, feigning innocence. “I mean, come on. I haven’t killed properly since we got here. Just one. For practice.” “You’re unbelievable.” “And you’re too soft.” He smirked, leaning against a tree across from me. “These rogues don’t care about mercy. They’d rip us apart without a second thought.”

she smiles and I watch as Alpha Jackson shakes Finn’s hand. “So, I guess our deal is off,” he jokes, and Finn looks him straight in the eye. “It is,” he says firmly. Alpha Jackson, chuckles as three women stand behind him, “These are my wives,” he smiles. “Trust me, Veronica was a good match, but I can find better.” Finn growls lowly, but I step in, “Thank you, Alpha Jackson for your hospitality,” I tell him. “I am Alpha Kane.”

Right there, next to our Bentley, Finn and Feris were standing with a man in a black Armani suit, arguing while staring at the black Mustang. It wasn't Finn and Feris that made my heart race, it was the familiar man next to him. "Mom?" They both cried out when they saw me. "Mom, we have a new friend." When he turned around, I lost my composure completely. Standing next to Finn and Feris was not a stranger, but in fact Jaxon , Finn and Feris ' biological father.

Fuck. We'd been too busy teasing Daniel to notice. “We are here to meet Alpha Jack,” Jaxon spoke calmly. His posture remained relaxed. But I knew him. Every muscle in his body was ready for a fight. “We mean no harm.” The man studied him for several seconds. Long enough to become uncomfortable. “Who are you?” “I am Alpha Jaxon Blackwood, Alpha of Blood—” “BloodFang Legion?” The interruption came immediately. The man tilted his head. Then pointed toward Daniel.

Rage moved through me uncontrollably as I replayed the warehouse scene. The timing had been too perfect and coordinated. His men arrived at the exact moment I was going to torture his old ass until he spewed the truth. The realization infuriated me more. Because there was nothing I hate more than unfinished business. For years, I had thought Jasper Finn was the center of Quinn’s suffering. But the deeper I dug, the uglier the truth became. Jasper was only one piece. Seraphina. Jason. The consortium. The missing records. The silence surrounding Quinn’s past.

“Oh, right. I know she is an Omega, and I can understand why you must be protective of her, but I care about her. And I know I can treat her right.” “Are you in the university?” Declan asks. “No, I, uh… Well I was…” Jake’s fingers dance nervously on the back of his notecards. “I dropped out.” “What do you do for work, then?” Hugh asks. “I work in my dad’s garage. He fixes cars.” “Are you a mechanic?” Wes asks. “Uh… no. I answer the phones,” Jake replies. He lowers his head, embarrassed. “You want to father Ollie’s children,” Declan says and I cringe hearing it aloud again. “How do you expect to support them longterm?”

Ask Jake. The question pressed against my lips, desperate to break free. But then Jake turned to me, and I froze. His eyes weren’t cold. Not tonight. They were tired. Haunted. And in that moment, I realized something that shook me more than David’s whispers. Jake Wolfe wasn’t just a man hiding secrets. He was a man drowning in them. And I didn’t know if he would ever let me see the truth.

His words came back. My throat tightened. I laid the company document beside it. Same hand. Same deliberate slant. The same man.The clumsy skier who’d laughed at himself, who’d looked at me like I was more than just the girl from Aspenridge, was the same man who now signed million-dollar deals and had a private elevator. Jake. Jake Ryland. I dropped into the chair, heart thundering. Why hadn’t he told me? The question lodged itself deep, an ache sharper than surprise. He had looked at me with warmth, had shared pieces of himself. And yet he’d kept the biggest truth sealed away behind initials.