Mother's Warmth Jackerman Part 2 Novels & Stories

Beta Paul led his wife to his car and told his son and daughter to go home while he drove ahead to the pack's clinic to see Charlotte. Meanwhile, Jack was raging after Charlotte had rejected him. He was free now, and many of the unmated she-wolves stood outside, admiring him and glad that he had accepted Charlotte's rejection. Jack was annoyed that Teddy would put him through such a level of embarrassment and use armed forces against him. "Jack!" His mother rushed up to hug him. Unlike Teddy, Jack hugged her back. Though he was broken, it didn't deter him from accepting an embrace from his mother as his father and sister walked up to meet him.

But when he spoke, his voice was calm and deep. “Your father is a bitter man who never knew how to love a woman. Forget every word he said. I’m going to take care of you. The first time may bring a little discomfort, yes, but I’m going to make it good. Very good. I’m going to show you how beautiful it can be between us.” She looked up at him, still unsure, but already feeling his warmth spreading through her skin. “Will you really?” Jack didn’t answer with words. He stood up, finished removing his shirt, and let her see his broad chest, tanned by the Texas sun, muscles defined by hard work. Charlotte’s mouth went dry. The desire that surged through her was strong—almost frightening.

The perfect time for Ana to talk to Jack. "Babe," she started, tracing lines on the lapel of Jack's jacket. Jack sensed she was a little agitated so he took her hand into his and placed a small kiss on it. Then he kept in enveloped in both his hands. "I- what's your mother like?" Ana settled for this question, thinking it would be a suitable opener for what she was about to tell Jack. "She's extremely protective. And loving. And strong. You remind me of her in a way," Jack said fondly and missed the grimace Ana's face. She sure hoped she was nothing like Jack's mother.

Max listened quietly, absorbing every word with the patience of someone who had seen too much. Just as Jack finished, a car pulled up at the gate. He didn’t need a second glance to recognize Jessica as she stepped out. Beside her was an older woman whose resemblance to Vera was uncanny. If not for the faint wrinkles on her face, Jack could have mistaken her for Vera herself. Her hair was dyed, still dark and glossy like Vera’s. Her movements, her poise, the grace in her steps, all mirrored the woman Jack had come to love. He didn’t need an introduction to know this was Vera’s mother.

He walked out in a hurry. Jack glared at his back, his mouth forming a tight pout. "I don’t need your guards to look after me," he muttered, his teeth pressing tight. "I am capable of taking care of myself and my mommy." He would not have allowed this man to approach his mother. He had to endure him since she was interested in him. Meanwhile, his assistant hurried over to him. "Sir, how are you feeling now?" "I am fine," Jack snarled. "Nothing has happened to me. I just pretended to be sick to bring my mommy back."

He's watching the news channel on a television hung on the opposite wall. He gives me a look, eyeing my outfit in disdain. Dante beckons his brother into the hall, and I curl up on the empty bed, a little rattled after that conversation but not remorseful of my words. Everything seems calm again–until I catch a familiar face on the screen. The volume is low, but I sit up to lean into the interview that looks to have happened yesterday after the robbery occurred. "She's my world," Jack says, faking tears during his channel-thirteen interview outside of our apartment building. "I just want her to know I'll be here when she is returned. Baby, if you're watching this, I love you."

] [She ate animal feed just for show! [I already thought so earlier. She’s just pretending to suffer to gain sympathy!] [Finally exposed. This is so satisfying!] [Can I get my donation money back? I wanted to help animals, not an abuser!] However, Mom was experienced. She quickly came up with a response. Within minutes, someone brought in a blind kitten. It was the same kitten from the video. Holding a treat in her hand, Mom forced out a fake smile. “Sweetie, did Mommy ever abuse you?”

You have to be strong for your mum," she muttered amidst tears. "Okay . Aunt.." he replied and wiped away the tears from his eyes. They both composed themselves well and went into the house. Lian met his mother in the living room having a glass of juice. "Mum...?" he called with a distressful look "Son...., what's wrong." she queried anxiously as she stood from her seat to meet her son. "Mum..., we lost Clifford." "What?!" she exclaimed, stunned. *********** KATE'S HOUSE It's 8 pm now,

She touched his arm lightly. Daggy moved to check on Britty, who had fallen into a deeper sleep, her small chest rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of childhood. She looked so much like Dynan it was almost painful, from the shape of her nose to the way her hair curled at the edges. "Daggy?" Lincoln's voice pulled her back to the present. "Mom called though, she told me about the shop incident. Are you okay? "I'm fine," she said quietly, smoothing down Britty's hair. "Those men at the shop really shook me up."

Mom hung on every word, laughing in all the right places, tossing in happy little jokes only people their age would find hilarious. Jack felt fake-smiling. And in all of it, he never stopped. He fucked me with his fingers under the linen tablecloth, slow and deep and merciless. He drew it out until my thighs, and my nipples were so hard they hurt against the shirt. He kept me teetering on the edge, never letting me go, or come. Sweat beaded at my hairline. My fork scraped the plate too loud. Mom tilted her head. Her eyes sparkled with that clueless maternal curiosity.