Mr Unchained Baki Novels & Stories

Jake said "Ahahahahaaha you know what if you want to joke, look for cheap jokes and not expensive jokes. Lilian said " Am not Joking" "Wait a minute, you are serious, No No no that can't be true I can't lost my baby that the only thing my husband your brother left for me to feel his presents, I can't lost my baby, Jake please go and bring my baby back. I want my baby. If Rhain hated me that much she would have better kill me and not killing my child. Jake told me what wrong I committed to her that made her do that to my baby. Lilian said crying fake tears while Jake put her head on his chest begging her to top crying.

Just then, Finn arrived; he flung the door, walked passed his brother without any pleasantries as he headed straight to his room. “Oh great there you are, Finn” Alex clapped his hands, barely realizing that his brother was in a bad mood. “I have something to discuss with you Finn and damn! your maid Madison isn’t helping matters at all” He continued, walking behind Finn. “So I found a way to talk to Charles. Charles is the founder of Kikacha …” Finn suddenly cut in sharply. “Listen Alex! I am not ready to listen to your internet talk!” Finn fussed and entered his room yet Alexander followed him in.

On my way to the pack house, pack members greet me and I just nod but come to a stop when I see a car coming through the driveway. “Are we expecting visitors?” I mind-linked my uncle. “Not that I know of.” He answers back, and I sighed then walked towards the car that is now parked on my driveway. Just when I got close the back door opens and I man I don’t know comes out. “Good morning alpha Jake, I am beta Amon, the alpha king’s beta.” Unbelievable, the kid sent his beta.

His tone coming off flat on purpose. He stepped further into the room, pullin out one of the chairs and helping himself as both Arthur and Matt watched him. “ I see you and i see Drogo and i can not help but wonder whose side you are really on.” Matt stepped closer to him. “Hey kid, watch your mouth.” Ronan’s face tightened at being called kid and composed himself immediately. “I am Ronan, a friend of Silver’s. I am here to help.” Arthur looked at him with irritation the moment he heard him mention silver. His wolf snarled inwardly. He moved closer to him, his eyes blazing. “ If you’re here to help, then get to talking, or get the hell out of here.”

He reached for his jaw attempting to ease some pain to no avail. "Ah yes, that." Jessica stood snapping the chains from her ankle and walking to Frank like they weren't in a small cell for prisoners. Reaching out she tilted his head back to peer inside his mouth. Once seeing where the supposed alright lord had injured her brother she scoffed before walking to the window of the cell. She paused only long enough to say, "I suggest you follow this time. I doubt you will survive if I escape under your watch again."

Chapter 76 I turned to see a man in his forties approaching us, well-dressed but with the weathered hands and confident stance of someone who spent serious time around motorcycles. There was something in his eyes that made me instantly wary - not threatening, exactly, but calculating. "Hi," he said, extending his hand for a shake. "Hi," I replied, but kept my hands at my sides. Something about his approach felt too familiar, too presumptuous. "Fierce. I like that," he said, apparently amused by my refusal to shake his hand.

The silence that followed was even worse than the roar of the motorcycle; it was heavy, suffocating, and filled with the presence of the man standing just a few feet away from me. Ruan didn't look at me. He moved with a terrifyingly calm efficiency, tossing his leather vest onto a chair and beginning to unwrap the black tape from his knuckles. His hands were large, scarred, and steady—the hands of a man who dealt in violence as easily as I dealt in bandages and IV drips.

Any idea that doesn't involve chaining me down with a mate would be well appreciated. “The races.” I barked a laugh before I could stop myself. “You’re joking.” “You were a champion once. You were one of the best bikers those tracks have ever seen." “That was years ago. A very long time ago." “And?” “My reflexes aren’t what they used to be. Right now, I'm no better than a toddler trying to handle a bike." “Neither are mine,” he said dryly. “Yet here I am.” I shook my head. “Even if I wanted to, it wouldn’t be enough. It would even cost more than we're willing to give. I don't even know if I have it in me anymore. I've gotten old."

Had he done so, their lives may have taken a different turn. He was exceptionally talented and seemed to attract trouble effortlessly. Challenged by a dare, he ventured into hacking secure websites and got caught. Despite his actions, his remarkable skills led the government to view him more as a valuable resource than a danger, recognizing that X was a good person deep down. At that time, I was already spending time with him, Matt, and Tom, yet I chose not to interfere. Instead, I became his closest companion, mirroring what Grace had done for Rei.

“Last man who asked me that price is still choking on it. Along with two of his friends lying dead. You’re big, but it’d still only take me half a heartbeat to tear your head off and use it as a shot glass.” He laughs, dark, delicious, and shrugs off his shirt. It hits the floor like surrender. Then he took his fur cap off too. Ink covers every inch of him, old runes, skulls, a crowned wolves, and right in the middle of his forehead, the mark of the Reaper Saints. Real outlaw blood. Not just pack royalty. This man eats wolves for breakfast. He's in a biker association. He still doesn’t scare me. I roll my shoulders. “Kneel,” I tell him. “Apologize for your dogs putting hands on me.”