Why Didn't Jacob Imprint On Bella Novels & Stories

The quiet of something injured. I had known about fated mates my whole life. My grandfather Marcus had explained it to me when I was twelve — the bond, the recognition, the pull that couldn't be faked or manufactured. He had called it sacred. The one connection the moon goddess herself designed. I had spent years assuming mine would be Vanessa. She was from a powerful family, sophisticated, exactly what a Cross heir was supposed to stand beside. We had been together long enough that people had stopped questioning it. Then Aria Blackwood walked into my boardroom in a clearance blazer with three years of work on her laptop, and my wolf nearly tore through my skin.

He didn't wait to see the reactions on their faces before moving in the direction of the garage. Samiel was surprised by the sudden order but couldn't question his Alpha. He looked at the fear-stricken face of the omega girl and thought of the possibility of her being a traitor. As if to confirm his thoughts, the girl crashed at his feet and pleaded vigorously for her life. He ignored her and followed behind his Alpha. Vesper was surprised that the girl she despised had vanished from the pack house entirely. Not because she cared what happened to Nyx, but because someone else had already beaten her to it.

The coward can’t even face me, he had to go through a hitman. What a fool. “I am not scared!” I told Desire. “I know! You are Alpha Jace. It won’t be that easy to kill you unless they pay dirty and they are going to play dirty which is why I am worried.” Jasmine said. “Even if they play dirty, they can’t beat me.” I assured her. “They are not going to fight you! They already know they won’t win! I told you I have been tracking his movement since last night?” I nodded.

Rebecca looked down immediately. "Every time I tried to interfere, Bella defended you." For the first time, saying I don't know sounded absurd even to me. Bella had once told me every detail of her day. Now I couldn't even name the country she was living in. My father pushed his plate away. Then he stood. "The difference between Bella and the rest of you is that she loved this family." He looked at me. "Even when this family didn't love her back." Rebecca was crying openly now.

“There is nothing more.” Frustration burned through my chest like wildfire. Twenty years of suffering. Twenty years of searching. And the answer the goddess sends me. Is a starving human girl who looks like she might faint from hunger. Ridiculous. I stood abruptly from my chair. “This is a waste of my time.” Bella suddenly swayed on her knees. The matron frowned. “She looks pale.” I glanced down at her. Her face had lost all color. Her breathing had become uneven. Bella clutched her bleeding palm weakly.

He should have verified before answering Bella’s question. Bella seemed to hesitate on the other end. “She was with me last night, Sir, but not for long. She left in an online taxi after learning that I was heading back to Manhattan,” Bella replied, her voice sounding slightly uncertain. “C-could something have happened to her? Could the taxi driver have done something bad to her?” she blurted out in a panic, and immediately, Antony felt a surge of worry. But then, he heard a tapping sound. “Ah, I think I know now, Sir,” Bella said calmly. “Last night I thought it was strange, but now I understand what Claire meant.” She continued, her tone returning to normal.

Jacob grabbed his things and left me alone to get ready for the ceremony. Soon enough, my room was a flurry of people coming to help me, and I was a flurry of emotions as I felt like I was falling apart. Still unsure if it was truly what I wanted, but I moved in almost automatic mode, as we made our way to the ceremony, and the moment I saw Miles’s face light up at the sight of me, I realized he genuinely cared for me, and as I allowed my eyes to drift across the crowd and met the dark glare of Jacob, sitting with a few of the warriors who had been invited by my brother I knew I had to go through with this. I couldn't continue to allow myself to be treated so badly by Jacob, not when I had a

cake, and I answered him with a simple yes. Gabriel asked what was wrong and why we both looked so rushed . I told them that Jacob had forgotten about an assignment he had to do, and it was due tomorrow. He only remembered on our way back. We needed to get started to make sure it was ready on time. Jacob just shook his head in agreement, and we tried to get away again, but Gabriel decided to give a lecture on the importance of getting homework done on time, blah blah blah. This brother of mine can truly get on my nerves! Jacob was an A+ student for crying out loud! Jacob, however, politely and sincerely apologized to Gabriel and told him that he would not let it happen again. Damn! That jus

Bella’s eyes burned with a wild, untamed fury as she stalked forward, each step slow and deliberate like a predator. A chill ran down Camilla’s spine, this was not the reaction she had expected. Bella was supposed to be weak, she should have been scared to fight back. But as the distance between them vanished, Camilla realized, far too late, just how wrong she had been. Bella’s hand shot up, fingers curled into a tight fist, aimed straight for Camilla. Panic flared in Camilla’s chest. There was no time to move, no time to react. But just as the strike was about to land, strong arms wrapped around Bella’s waist, yanking her back against a firm sturdy chest.

I've been working for him for years! He wanted to feel jealous of Belle, but thinking about it, he knows fairly well why he is doing this. He couldn’t help but smile at his friends. In the office, Belle's been staring at the card on her table for several minutes now. She still can't believe what she's seeing before her eyes. 'Is this really a black card? And can I use it?' Her mind is in deep thought but she can't stop herself from smiling. "I take back what I said before. He isn't stingy, sorry," she tells Jacob, chuckling. Jacob wants to respond to her but he stops himself from doing so. Someone might be listening outside again. He needs to be careful.