Jessica Alba Ethnicity Parents Novels & Stories

6 Months Later, after Jessica had birthed Godsent, she had recovered and looked more beautiful. She finished having her breakfast with her three kids on the second floor of her father's mansion. Mr. Luke Albert had returned home from the village, as he is a 63-year-old man.

“I really appreciate you two coming over here on your day off.” Jessica’s parents had worked for a wealthy New York family, the Michelsons, since she was a little girl. Her father was the family’s chauffer and her mother was the head chef. “We didn’t have anything else to do,” her mother said. “I think you will be happy here. Possibly sell a lot more of your work here than you did in DC.” “Perhaps,” Jessica mumbled as she took her food processor out of the box. “Are you still depressed about the divorce?”

When she caught sight of me, the smile on her face suddenly froze. I felt cold all over as if I had been trapped in an ice cave. Jessica Mackenzie was a name that I never wanted to hear for the rest of my life. I had a deep hatred for her family. Jessica was the daughter of Perez Mackenzie. Perez Mackenzie used to be my father's Beta. Together with a bunch of traitors, he rebelled against my father, killed him, and then took the position of Alpha. He also forced me and my older brother to leave our pack.

“Jessica is perfect for Allister, Rhea. Her father’s wealth spans several towns. He has made a huge name for himself. Alphas far and near troop into Silver Valley because of his influence.” “Still, you can't compare his wealth to that of the Blackwaters family. Besides, he's a Hamit-Beta.” “Ranked above hundreds of thousands of Alphas.” She tells me. “In other words, he is pure royalty, and his daughter is a gem. If your brother decides to leave Jessica. The suitors that will troop in to take his place will be countless.” “Still, Jessica White is not an Alpha heiress.” “She can be considered so. Because her position means she can only be married to royalty, and with how much power her father

The discovery was already making her dizzy and her palms moist before she even got the chance to find out. Mom Tessa sighed deeply and said, "Your biological parents are Richard Jones and Irish Brown; you also have an elder brother, Jacob Jones. You must have heard of the Jones family in New York."

Jessica explained. Bella heard some paper shuffling sounds and loud tapping on a computer keyboard on the other end of the call, it was like Jessica’s busy looking into something as she paused in interval during her explanations. “So what is it?” “Your mother is a royalty. Yes, an omega wolf royalty. Rare, but they do exist. She was accidentally caught up in an ambush raid the Bluemoon pack, your father had done years ago. That’s how she ended up being a slave.” Bella’s lips parted as she heard Jessica’s revelation.

Ondrink will explain everything to you,' a young female wolf tried again. 'Why do you keep on calling me that?' Jessica asked, and walked in the direction of the sled dogs. 'Because you are royalty, the only daughter of Queen Jovita and King Juno.' 'Come again?' Jessica laughed in her head. 'Your parents live at the higher council, alongside other royalties, but they once were native to our pack. But to keep you safe, they handed the pack over to Ondrink until you come of age.' 'My parents are at home! I am dreaming!' Jessica ran. She felt a sense of power when she ran. The dozen young female wolves found it hard to keep up with her.

“If this child really belongs to Alpha Kaelos, why are you only showing up now? Why didn't you tell him when you were pregnant?” Something flashed in Jessica's eyes—panic? Guilt? But then she quickly regained her composure. “I didn't know I was pregnant until after we broke up. And by then, Kaelos had already... moved on. I thought I could raise Elara on my own. But now,” she looked at me with a calculating gaze, "now I hear Kaelos has become a successful Alpha. Elara deserves her father. And the inheritance that is rightfully hers.“ So that was it. Money. Power. Inheritance.

His eyes were on the man. "What can I do? It will not happen" he asked, looking very upset. "It happened to my father. I should have known it would have passed down. It tends to skip a few generations" he said, looking at me. "Skip a generation?" I asked out loud though I knew the answer. If I'm being honest, I knew the answer the second I laid eyes on them. I just needed to confirm it. "The answer to your question, child, is yes, we are. I am called Isaac. She is called Josie. We are Jessica's parents. Your mother's parents.

"It's okay, ma'am. I'm glad that I was the one to find them and not some creep. You have such cute boys, and you don't need to repay me." Her eyes were shining with adoration and thankfulness. "I'm Alina. What's your name?" She asked after wiping her tears. "I'm Jessica. It's nice to meet you." I smiled at her. She laughed softly. Now I know where Ivan got his looks from. He looked exactly like her. "You're so beautiful, sweetie. Now, don't I give you my number so we can go shopping sometime?" she asked. I honestly like her, and I get a good vibe from her.