Trapper Jake Novels & Stories

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.

A crop top and unzipped leather jacket plus a high waist jeans. Sometimes, she would wear them for a week by only switching colours. "You really resemble your mother," said Pagern continuing after a two seconds' pause. "I was very disappointed when your mother got mated to Gilber. She had been my childhood friend. Before our wolves would come, she was my love. But only when she had promised me to give her maidenhead to me on Sunday, your father claimed her on Saturday." This story was foreign into Lavina's ears. She had never had it somewhere else. But she had suspected something strange between her mom and Pagern for the way they looked at each other.

Jake clasped my hand, "come on Trina. I'm getting you out of here." "Thank you." I tried to smile and he pulled me from the floor. We were walking away and Mckayla said, "why are you so concerned about her? Is that b*tch now your girlfriend?" We paused and turned to them. I looked into Jake's eyes wondering what his response will be. "Trina is a nice and sweet person and I just know that she deserves to be treated better." Jake argued. "But you're over doing it, " Mandy argued, "it's like you can't see that she's clumsy, stupid, a doodle head? And, she's boring."

Jake's eyes then move to me, they appraise me for a moment, from head to toe but his expression remains unchanged. "This is the girl? Looks too dainty to be a criminal." Jake comments. "She is not a criminal." Tracker replies, gesturing with his eyes for me to take a seat. I comply, warily taking the seat beside Tracker, my eyes still fixed on Jake. "What then? Why would you leave some girl under my care, if not a criminal?" Jake asks, his brows furrow in displeasure. "I am only carrying out my orders...as always, Jake." Tracker responds, perfectly calm.

Suddenly, Jake caught the smell of his mate through the stench of the vomit. “Liana,” he breathed. A deep growl rumbled from his chest as he leaped down the steps and sprinted across the lawn. A few men grabbed him to stop him from approaching the vehicle, but he would not be held back. Normally they’d be right, it wasn’t his place to risk his life by touching the poisoned victims, but this was different. Someone had tried to murder his mate! Jake snarled, throwing the men away easily as he continued towards the vehicle, warning others away with his growls. He reached in passed David and lifted Lia up from the back seat of the jeep. David bent in next and lifted out a grey wolf who smelt eno

She needed to plant her feet firmly on the ground. “Welcome to Feral Passions.” He walked directly toward Anne with his hand out. She shook hands with him, but hers totally disappeared in his. She bit back a nervous giggle as that old cliché popped into her head, about the size of a man’s hands and feet correlating to his … No. She was not going there. “You ladies must be Cheraza, Christa, and Stephanie. I’m Traker Jakes. We were getting worried about you. I hope the trip wasn’t too difficult.”

I knew he dreamed of the day when he would kill me, but he and I both knew that day would come too late if he didn't fulfill his destiny as he was led by Alex's side. "A tiskit a taskit, the scarecrow's out his casket, turn out your lights and lock your doors. Praying that he passes," Jake sang lowly as the song changed, watching his rapist wither in the pit before him. He wasn't a bad kid before he died he might as well have been an angel, but he fell from that grace when that sack of shit took advantage of him and his trust. "Jack, never forget your mission, and you'll do fine. Jake, take Jacks' training as you have, but don't forget where you came from. Ever."

His IR strobe blinked once. “Draxus!” he yelled, then whispered, “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” The Direwolf dropped from above an awning and landed behind a stalled tram. Jake turned, couldn’t see him, and ran west. Not fast. Just fast enough to keep his scent in the air. He ran until he reached a loading bay and took off his goggles. There, he set up a trap for the Direwolf. He ducked under an upper rope, carefully hopped the lower, and slid through under the roller door.

But it didn't appear to work on a brawny guy like Aiden Reiner. "I am not afraid of anything. I just lost interest in working." I stated. "Under me?" he added, and his firm lips curved into an arrogant smile. "Look, Mr Reiner, I don't know what happened between the two of you. But you are making my friend upset. Please leave her alone. " Jake interjected. Aiden cocked his head and gave him a cold stare. "And who are you?" "Jake Scott, Sydney is my friend. She came here with me. And now we are leaving." Jake stated, his gaze fixed on Aiden.

He helped me shower carefully, keeping my cast dry with plastic wrap and tape, his touch clinical and respectful, never lingering or crossing any line. He fed me stories about his life since college, how he had become a private investigator himself, how he had been watching Ryder for years, gathering evidence, waiting for the right moment to pull me out of the nightmare I had been living for far too long. “He’s been planning this for a long time,” Jake said as he changed the dressing on my scrapes, his voice calm but edged with quiet anger.