Mass Effect Jacob Taylor Novels & Stories

“We all have our personal demons. Sometimes it helps just knowing someone's there to face them with you.” His words sank deep into my heart, stirring something I thought had died after Alpha Heather’s betrayal. I studied Roland’s profile in the soft morning light: the sharp line of his jaw, the subtle shadows under his eyes that hinted at least a week’s worth of sleepless nights. Everything about him radiated danger, from the way he held himself to the calculated grace of his small movements. He is Jacob—Alpha Rasmus’—right-hand male. The cursed troll now staring at the newly awakened sleeping beauty. The shadow that struck fear into the hearts of our enemies.

There was something about that glint in his eyes that made a sense of foreboding rise in my chest and then " I didn't know you sing so well " ignoring my stiff muscles and the violent shudder that screamed for him to shut up , Jacob walked over to my side and continued on with his jabbering " Your voice it was - well it was kinda magical , I wanted to step inside but then I saw you sing so I thought it might be a damn near sin if I were to interrupt you in between " I wished he did because then I wouldn't be regretting singing along with Taylor .

“Four SUVs.” Lotty blinked. “Four?” Tony nodded once. “Jacob brought a lot of security.” Decker’s expression didn’t change. “He expected tension.” “So did we,” Jared muttered as he joined them. That was true. No one had forgotten what had happened. Not the attacks. Not the manipulations. Not the fact that Jacob’s own councilman had orchestrated bloodshed under his name. Even if Jacob himself had not known. Trust did not rebuild overnight. Lotty folded her arms lightly. “Did he bring Megan?”

"I don't think it would be possible for the Luna Prime to develop wrinkles, she's far too flawless." We turned to see Tony leaning against the door frame, a smile on his lips. "Tony" I greeted. "Good morning Luna, I trust you slept well." He asked. "In light of the circumstances, I guess so." I replied, glancing at Liam who was staring at Tony with a look of suspicion. "Liam, this is Tony, Jacob's Beta Prime, he's the one who brought the blood I gave you." I explained. "Blood?!" He questioned. "Yes, apparently Jacob's blood has healing properties." I explained. He let out a snort.

I went to give him mine, but Jacob stepped ahead of him and gave him his. "I'm Jacob Reynolds, Miss Doctor's fiancé, nice to meet you "I'm Damian Bolton, the doctor now in charge of your case. The two of them stared, their looks were defiant, I didn't understand if it was that Jacob felt threatened by the doctor's profile, but for me, that was the least of it, because I only had eyes for my beloved future husband, in front of me, ten thousand more men could stand, all more beautiful than the previous ones, and I swear that I would not change the night I met the love of my life.

Jacob said Yeah....yay

In one swoop he'd taken me a full two metres across the corridor. Fuck me it hurt. I'm not even going to pretend I could defend myself in that situation. Troy's long brown hair was wild and ragged, his green eyes strongly marked with flecks of purple. Oh fuck, I'd really interrupted something. "It better be very fucking important," he growled, long canine teeth extending in threat. Jacob emerged, a darker, sterner version of man I knew. His tousled blonde hair was the only relaxed thing about him. Every muscle on his body was tensed, veins protruding.

I bit back. “Tomorrow night, Allison. I'll contact you with instructions and if you play hero again, I start sending Maya back to you in pieces. Let’s see how your 'spine' holds up when you’re opening a box full of fingers.” The line went dead and I stared at the screen until it went black. Jacob was already dressed, standing two inches away from me. He didn’t ask what Derek said.. he’d heard enough. “He's panicking.” Jacob said, though his eyes looked like they wanted to set the world on fire.

Jacob said, panting. Jacob tried to calm himself down. He could hear the strength of his heartbeat and the whispers of the people around him. He’s a business tycoon and he came from one of the wealthiest men in the country. He is also often featured in magazines and news because of his charisma, intelligence and business skills. Even with his back turned, he knew people were looking at him. Even if he puts earbuds in his ears, he knows they are talking about him. “Who are you to meddle with our work? Ow! Jacob Anderson Gray,” the female medics exclaimed. Because Jacob had chin up, she recognized him.