Trapper Jake Novels & Stories

Massaging her shoulders and listening to her comforting sigh, I keep massaging them until she says she's ready to get out. "Come on, angel. Let's get you dry, and we can lay in bed and spin the TV around so we can watch Greys for a bit." After I got to the office, I messaged my mom to see where we were meeting, and she said it would now be 6 o'clock because Jake's got to head to a different state to collect 3 dogs with Trevor. Trevor is one of the teams that Jake works with, who trains dogs, gives them a new owner, helps the owners bond with their dogs, and also helps to ease the dog into new roles and responsibilities.

Suddenly, Jake connected the clues and couldn't help but stare at hunter Logan with widened eyes when he came to a realization. Jake had come to realize that the hunter must have planted his phone with the tramp nearby to record the conversation of the wild werewolves. This explained why his jacket was with the tramp! It all made sense. Jake sucked in a cold breath in shock and stared with an incredulous gaze at the hunter who didn't seem perturbed by his surprise.

Jake Trojan ran all the way to the woods behind our packhouse and all the way towards the mountain. I kept quiet and let him keep control. He blocked me off from his mind, so I didn’t know what was going on with him, but I decided to trust him. Today for the first time Trojan revealed a bit of information about himself. My wolf didn’t talk much, only when it was necessary.

“Yeah, I’ve heard. But sometimes I just want to shake him and scream, ‘What do you WANT from me?!’ you know?” “I totally get that,” I replied. “Best thing you can do is just stick around. Be a constant structure in his life. He’ll open up to you when he realizes you’re not going anywhere.” Trina nodded, her expression softening as she seemed to mull over my words. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s just… hard to be patient sometimes. I’m not exactly the type to sit around and wait for someone to figure their shit out.” “Trust me,” I said with a small smile, “Jake’s worth it. He’s got a big heart under all that bravado. He just needs someone who can handle his baggage — and trust me, there’s a

I am so grateful he is alive, maybe a little dehydrated, but he was here, we will figure out Kelly together, as people who know him. Even the paid version. “I didn’t. Look at Jazz’s ankle.” I do, there’s a thick rope around it, that’s how he pulled her into the hole, he set a trap of his own and he walked right into it. “Jake,” I start, licking my lips. “She’s with us, you can let her go.” Jake hestitates, looking between Jazz who is quietly staring at Jake. Then he pulls the knife away from her throat. I let out a breath I had no idea I was holding.

My boots were soaked, my jacket felt heavy with melted snow, and now I was stuck here with a man I had never met before today. He called himself Jake. Tall, broad shoulders, thick beard, and hands that looked like they could split logs without trying. He had been the one who found me slipping on the trail when the storm hit hard and fast. Without a word, he grabbed my arm, pointed toward this old ranger cabin, and pulled me through the driving snow. Now we were inside, door locked against the wind, one small fire crackling in the stone fireplace, and only one bed in the corner.

I’m done being caged. A crash echoes from the hallway, and the door flies open, revealing Lucas, somehow free, his gray eyes wild with obsession, a stolen scalpel in his hand. “You’re mine, Sophia,” he snarls, lunging toward me. Julian moves, but a second figure appears Nadya, her gun raised, her file clutched tight, a smirk on her lips. “Not if I ruin her first,” she says, firing, and I scream as Julian stumbles, blood blooming on his shirt. The camera’s red light blinks faster, broadcasting our pain, and a voice crackles through a hidden speaker Daniel’s, cold and commanding: “Finish it.” Who’s hit, who’s watching, and will my memories return in time to save us from this deadly trap?

Chris stepped in to restrain him, and the pack watched as Joseph was dragged out, his fate sealed. Outside, under the moonlight, Jake addressed the pack. “Joseph has betrayed his family, his pack, and the very principles we stand for,” Jake said. His voice was calm but filled with conviction. “For the murder of his mate, the abuse of his daughter, and the attempted murder of your Alpha, he is hereby sentenced to life imprisonment in the cells. He will never again see the light of day.” The pack erupted into cheers and murmurs of approval. Tammy stood beside me, tears streaming down her face as she watched her father being dragged away.

Marco glanced at Letta briefly as Pedro contacted him, "Hold on, I have to take this call from Pedro. It seems to be an important report,” Marco said, nodding his head. "Okay," Letta replied, and Marco got up from his seat to kiss the top of Freya's head, who was now in Letta's lap, before walking towards the hospital window. "Hello, tell me, what's going on?” Marco asked. "It seems Jacob has started to move. He has taken a flight from Dubai. That means he is going to meet his father soon,” Pedro said, making Marco grimace.

My parents would have told me if something like that had happened, wouldn't they? Just then, the door opened, and Tracy walked in with Gracie. "So, you've been hiding here all day?" Gracie said with a grin. "The crew has arrived, and they've brought all the necessary equipment. Plus, there are some gorgeous men among them." I smiled, feeling a sense of comfort and security. "They may be for you, but for me, Cade is my man. I don't need those hot men," I said, feeling a sense of loyalty and devotion to Cade.