Jesse's Redemption (manxman /werewolf || #lgbt)

Chapter Two

JESSE

Since I woke up this morning I felt strange. I had this underlying buzz. Like something was going to happen. But what? I had no idea.

I stuck to my normal routine and stopped in front of my sister's picture. She was so beautiful.

"I'm sorry" I whispered knowing that no amount of apologies could ever wipe this stain from my soul.

I placed the breakfast I made in front of my parents' room. We have had a strained relationship since two years ago when Jolene died. It hurts me every time I think about it.

God, I was such a brat back then.

The golden child.

The popular jock.

I had all the girls I could ever want and friends willing to do anything for me.

I was the self-proclaimed gay basher. I can't even remember why I didn't like gay people. They never did anything to me. But yet I picked on and bullied every one of them.

I was so blind. Saying things carelessly. Not knowing my words and actions affected the people around me.

So bad that my own sister...

I clenched my fists and swallowed down the lump those memories brought.

"Ma, Dad, I made you guys some breakfast. There's food in the fridge, all ya gotta do is heat it up ok?" no answer. I sighed "ok bye guys. I love you" I say, still no answer.

I got dressed in my uniform and went to work. Being a cop ain't easy, I could tell you that. But seeing the little brats I used to be was even harder. I too was like them. Careless. Thinking that I knew what was best. So many times I just wanted to pound some sense into them. Thank god my area of expertise was counselling.

I do all that I can to help now. I'm an Anti-Bullying ambassador. I do awareness speeches and counselling at schools. I do all that I can to make up for the things I've done in the past. It'll never be enough. I know that. Nothing I do will make up for what I did. Nothing.

"Morning Taylor" I handed her the cup of coffee and took up the file from my desk.

"good morning Jesse" she sang snatching the coffee from my hand.

"what do we got this morning?" I asked browsing through the notes on the file.

"well, what you got there is a whole shit load of shit. This one came from the top and specifically assigned to you. Judge Mayweather, he's the brother in law of the mom, Karen Mayweather, single mom, four kids. The eldest Jason, sixteen, has been stealing from around the neighborhood, bullying in school, vandalism, you name it, this kid has done it. Judge Mayweather wants us to give him good cop, bad cop. See if we can get him in one of the counselling sessions and one of the clubs" Taylor says and proceeded to bang her head against the top of her desk.

I smirked at her. She's just barely five feet and packed in all the right places. But she's as nice as they come. She hates being the bad cop.

"ok Taylor, you be the good cop this time" I say tossing the file at her and signed us out.

We watched as our Jason spoke with his teacher. I cannot believe they're falling for it. I mean you can see the mischief in this kid's eyes. Taylor raised both her brows as he gave the teacher a sickeningly sweet smile and as soon as he came out the door he slammed the first person he saw into a locker.

"you know what? You be good cop, I'll be bad cop. But not now, let's watch him a while longer, he's bound to do something even more stupid and I want to be the one to burst his little bubble" Taylor says cracking her knuckles, a sweet smile on her face. But I knew better than to think Taylor was happy. I mean, she gritted out all those words through her teeth.

And what do ya know? The brat was breaking into a house. I watched as Taylor approached and identified herself. Jason slid down that pole like a snake and sprinted around the house. Taylor wasn't having any of that. She took out her Stun Gun and shot the kid in his ass.

She hauled his ass up and read him his rights all the while she cuffed him and dragged his ass back to the car.

"oh you are going down! i'm making sure those other kids know what you were planning on doing. Robbing from a defenseless old lady" She ranted.

I watched as Jason's bravado started fading. He gulped when Taylor started telling him about the difference between city kids and country kids. I watched until his eyes started watering. I didn't say anything until we booked him down at the station. I worked my magic. Got him to commit to counselling, community service and he joined the Police Youth Club.

"I don't know what you tell those kids but man do I enjoy that look of awe on their faces when you're done" Taylor chuckled.

I can tell those kids a lot of things, but it is up to them what they do with it.

"Yea, yea what ever Taylor. See ya Monday and Happy Thanksgiving" I mumbled. I took a deep breath.

I hustled home. My parents already left for the pack house. We were having our annual Thanksgiving dinner.

I was helping in the kitchen when I felt like every nerve ending in my body stood at attention. I just kept feeling this buzz of excitement. My wolf was pacing and growling lowly, not knowing why we were feeling this way. It's been so long since he interacted with me.

I kept still when the man came into view, the buzzing under my skin increasing with every step he took in my direction. He was so adorable. He had this small smile on his face as his nose literally leads him to me. He bumped into my chest and I froze.

My eyes went wide and I clenched my fists to my side. It took every ounce of control to keep my wolf at bay when he uttered that word in disbelief.

"you smell like cotton candy" the man says pointedly. His alluring scent fills me. I could moan at the rich cadence of his voice.

"MATE!" My wolf forces me to roar as if he needed the whole world to know.

Everyone went silent. All except the other guy...oh God! It's Marcellus. I used to bully him back in high school.

Marcellus laughed...and laughed.... I glared. Then looked at my mate. My handsome, hot mate.

My mate inconspicuously stepped closer to Marcellus as I leaned in to get a better sniff of his neck.

"why is he sniffing me?" my mate whispers to Marcellus.

"That's your mate" Marcellus tells him and my mate glared at him while grabbing onto Marcellus' arm. I glared at Marcellus. Why would my mate be holding onto Marcellus?

Our mate doesn't want us?

My wolf whimpered. But then anger started flowing through us. So much anger. The one person who is supposed to love me regardless of my past was clutching at somebody else.

Am I that much of a monster?

Is this my punishment for what I've done?

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so here's another one. Hope you guys like Jesse's point of view.

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