Trapper Jake Novels & Stories

Jake "I have to get going boys Jacqueline's time is near and I don't like leaving her alone in the evenings." We were wrapping up the last case we'd just taken care of, human trafficking into slavery. What the fuck? We'd saved men, women and children from a fate almost certainly worst than death. Supe was gonna have his hands full explaining to the powers that be how it was that an Op that had gone off without a hitch had culminated in the deaths of three traffickers and their boss who hadn't even been on scene.

​Before the engine could even cut out, the heavy oak front door of the main house slammed open. ​"Look who finally decided to bring the hostage!" a loud, booming voice echoed across the lawn. ​Jacob "Jake" Bill lounged on the porch railing, a half-eaten green apple in one hand and a basketball spinning effortlessly on the index finger of his other. Jake was nineteen, six-foot-one, with a messy, sun-bleached brown crew cut and sharp green eyes that always looked like they were searching for the nearest source of entertainment. He was Mike's childhood shadow—wherever Mike went, Jake was usually raiding the fridge or causing a scene close behind.

“Shit!’’ Xendaya cusses as she traces my gaze and also sees the chaos outside. She hurries out of the car and I follow after her immediately, unsure about whether to stop her or let her. Jake left for an inspection of Crystal Moon pack four years ago and never returned. We believed he had gotten caught, and I even went as far as sending a search team for him. But the search team had returned with Xendaya instead. I stand back impulsively as we approach the scene, while Xendaya tugs forward to kneel before Jake. Gustavo's face loosens in relief as he notices us. “Thank goodness you're here, Luna.’’ He shifts his gaze to me and tries to speak, but I signal him to keep shut. If anything, we mus

"Who would dare take my boy?" The line went silent for a beat before Jake spoke, his tone shifting. "Nate Martins," he answered, "he's a professional. Hired for jobs like this. He was banished from his pack at the age of fifteen for raping and killing a girl his age. He's being a rogue ever since. Takes any jobs he can get. Thanks to his stunt tonight, I was able to confirm he was behind Miss Black's attack too. I'm sending you all the details we have now." Damon's grip tightened around the phone as his wolf struggled to take over. This was his fault. If only he had send more guards... then none of this would have happened.

Tears dropped from his eyes as he ran to the couch that I pointed at but I am not going to feel bad, he did something wrong. "Please let me go, I didn't know that this was your place." Travis pleaded just as there was a knock. "Come in." I called and Jake stepped in. "Take this filt out of here and lock him up." I instructed as I stepped away and Jake immediately piggyback him over his shoulder and stepped out. "Please, don't do this, please." He cried out as Jake left with him. I love the way Jake was so swift with everything, I didn't know he was that strong because Travis struggled with him but he still kept him steady on his shoulder.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Dario walking out of the place, body coated in blood. “You’re not special, Alpha Jason. You’re just a low life, a disgusting, irritating and selfish person. You’re no different from Williams. Did you think I came in here without a plan?” Jake snarled, leaping at the wolf again, dragging him by his tail again. Jake towered over him again. “I won’t kill you even if you’re nothing but a useless bastard. The people have a right to see the face of the traitor who had been exploiting them, don’t you think?” Jake says.

Then, softer, almost hesitant: "So... I overheard you talking to Valentina earlier on the phone. Something about kids not being kids and mothers not being mothers. Did I miss a chapter in the ongoing saga of your crazy life?" Before I could answer, before I could explain that Matoe might definitely not be Lucian's biological father, Jake reappeared, his tall frame cutting through the crowd like a beacon, holding three huge sticks of brightly colored cotton candy like trophies he'd won at a carnival game. Beside him walked Joshua, also carrying a stick of cotton candy, looking slightly sheepish but determined, like he'd just faced his greatest fear and come out on the other side. Jake grinned

“I will ask you for the last time, who were you with last night? “ he stood up this time waiting for an answer as he looked deep into my eyes, like he was searching for something. His eyes suddenly focused on my neck. “This necklace, it has a symbol of Jake's pack on it. Why are you wearing it? I know Jake very well, he is not a lover of women. He would only give this to someone he loves, someone who is very important to him. What has been going on between the two of you? “ he asked, looking closely at my necklace to have a much clearer view. When he realized I wouldn't give him an answer; He lifted me up, holding my throat while I struggled to breath. I struggled for a while and finally res

“Well done. Do you want a Scooby Snack?” “No, what I want is to get my girlfriend out of there.” “Alright, let’s go get her out of here.” The two of us slipped back into the house. As we were heading up the stairs, I saw a man coming down them. He was tall, with jet black hair, and tattoos on his hands. Over his shoulder was Daniela, unconscious. I raised my gun. “Drop the fucking girl.” The man stopped. He looked up and smiled at me. “You must be Niccolo Capaldi. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

"Y-yes, King Oliver." "Now, come back before all my members come. I still want to spend time in this forest. Remember what I said, don't think about running away!" I pushed Amy's body. She immediately ran off with sobs that sounded quite strong—typical human, whiny and weak. Amy's body scent left behind, raising my passion for blood. And it looks like spending the night soaking in the lake is good enough. "KYAA!" The scream came from the front. And the voice belonged to Amy. Who attacked her in my territory?! This smell… The outcast! Shit!