Novel & Cerita Was Jacob's Dad A Werewolf

His father said, he did not want his daughter’s status decreased by a commoner but since he could not do anything to change that then he would have to accept him. “I don’t know if he is a commoner or not father,” Kendra answered, there was hope in her father’s eyes, it could still be someone worthy, a noble maybe. “Then what is he, a noble?” he asked with a smile on his face. “He is a werewolf,” Kendra told her father, he looked between his wife and his daughter to see if they were joking or not. But the serious expression on their faces told him that they were serious.

He killed the man I loved… Alpha Marshall moved across the hallway to meet us. “Is she okay? What the hell caused Miles to flip like that?” he demanded. “Who is the wolf?” he asked, his eyes were narrowed, his face filled with confusion at what had occurred on a day that was meant to be one of celebration. I could see my Dad’s eyes upon me, narrowing slightly, as his brows were raised in question, and I nodded to confirm what he was asking. He knew Jacob, of course he did. He was one of our pack warriors, and my Dad knew he was a former boyfriend of mine.

I ran my fingers over the papers on his desk. My dad had been a journalist, and my mom had stayed home because of her health. My eyes landed on his journal, the one he always kept close. Smiling, I picked it up and flipped through it. Some notes were too cryptic, but others I understood. Then, I stopped on a page. The word Lyconia was circled, surrounded by missing persons reports and mentions of ‘unnatural deaths.’ Dad’s conclusion was clear: there were more werewolves in the city than anyone knew.

My father said with fear in his voice, and I realised he was just as afraid as I was. "Two werewolves and one young Ace Wolf," I said, and he looked at me with a frown. "Daddy, Jasper isn't packless; he never was; he was just hiding from Grigory. Grigory is his uncle. Jasper is a Macsim and the rightful Alpha of BrookBridge pack." I said, and my father stood up abruptly and exclaimed. "What!!!" he screamed. There was a mixture of fear and excitement in his eyes. Excitement because he suddenly believed that they stood a chance, but I did not understand the reason for the anxiety.

I continued, louder now, “I find out that both you and my dad are part of the Mafia—my dad, the American Mafia, and you, the Italian Mafia! And the two of you decided to keep this from me as if it wasn’t a big deal?” His silence only made my anger burn hotter. “Third,” I said, my voice cracking, “I find out that my two best friends—Lalia and Hailey—are also werewolves. My *best friends*, Alessandro! And now…” My words faltered as I choked on a sob, “…now I find out that my dad is a werewolf too.” I took a shaky breath, my hands trembling. “And that means… that he might not even be my real dad.”

Thanks Medea. My father, as far as any of us know, was just a good old-fashioned werewolf. My father, William, was the Beta of the Far-Side Moon Pack until he was killed in battle by his lead warrior. My father died when I was 11 years old. At the time of my father’s death the consensus was that he died during a rogue attack. We found out later that his death was at the hands of a wolf named Jacob, who later became the new Beta of the pack. It took 14 years for the truth to reveal itself.

Jonah asked, pointing at me. Jake glared at him for interrupting then nodded. “I know you have always had a weird energy but this one is really weird.” Weird? They called it weird? That’s not good. “Okay, first I’d like to ask if mom or dad are Lycan in any way?” I asked Jake. He folded his arm. Jonah’s eyes widened and he hurriedly closed the door behind us. “Mom is a werewolf, and was a Lycan Hunter in her prime. Our father is a Delta werewolf before he became Alpha consort. So?” he asked.

She revealed my father's name while a smile appeared on my lips. Damn, I finally got to find my father's name, Ashley, so handsome. "Your dad was a werewolf!" She revealed the information. My eyes widened in response A smirk appeared on Jacob's lips as he was expecting the same answer. "But I am a human!" She smiled. "Oh my goodness!" Daniel shut up while covering his mouth with his hand. "We were very happy after our marriage—we used to stay with everybody in the pack. " "Your father was the royal warrior; he was the fastest and strongest warrior in the royal pack—he used to fight against wrong things!"

My mother, Alice who was a werewolf by birth, fell in love with a human, Roman. Despite their relationship being frowned upon, my mom's family and her pack, the Night Walker pack, were all against it, my mom secretly married my dad, and they gave birth to me. One night, when I was still a newborn, my dad died mysteriously, my mom assumed he was killed by her pack members and fully turned against them. Then when I was ten, my mom was killed by rogues, leaving my grandmother and aunt as my only family and guardians.

I could only stare at my father as I processed what he had just told me. Despite the fact that I had lived with the knowledge that my mother had been dead my entire life, it still hurt when my father confirmed it. I guess a little ember of hope had been lit that my mother was somehow still alive when I had discovered that my father was, in fact, not dead anymore. The grief threatened to consume me and my eyes began to burn with unshed tears. Without saying anything, Matt reached over and grabbed my hand underneath the table. I gripped his hand so tight that it would probably be hurt if he was human. Like my father was human. But he wasn’t human. And neither was my mother. Focusing on somethi