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

Chapter Four

JESSE

Pornstar?

I was too shocked by that one word to even consider that he was a man. That didn't bother me one bit. He could have been a squirrel for all I care. But a pornstar? I couldn't wrap my head around it. My wolf upon hearing that went feral. He wanted to mark and claim Eric right then and there. He wanted to show everyone Eric belonged to us.

I felt Eric's arousal. Smelt it. Could almost taste the sweet tang of it on my tongue. If I had stayed a moment longer I would have taken him. In front of my pack members I would have laid my claim on him. I sprinted into the woods as soon as I left the house. I had to stay away from him.

My dick wouldn't listen to me and neither would my wolf, both wanted to bust out of here and go to our mate.

I felt great having this connection with him again. Since our sister passed he blamed me, he had every right to. He snarled at me every time I tried talking with him. He refused to shift unless he needed to release some frustration. He'd take it out on some poor deer. I always felt bad after I saw the destruction he'd do to a carcass. I mean yea it's in our nature to hunt, but to desecrate a fellow member of nature like that.

Why are you running Jesse? He asked when he finally settled down.

I don't know. I responded.

Why Jesse?! He snarled.

I said I don't know you stubborn wolf! i snarled back at him.

Is it because of our sister? He asked quietly.

I sighed loudly. It is.

Maybe. I mumbled.

Jolene chose her own path Jesse. He says and I can't help the laugh of disbelief.

Wasn't I the one to blame two years ago! I grumbled.

My wolf sighs. I know. It was easier to blame you.

I blame me too. I'm going to sleep .I mumbled holding back the tears of self-hatred. I ignored my wolf's protests. I know what I am. A murderer.

I filled all my time with work to keep me distracted. All week.

I slept in today, well tried. My only day off this week. Ok my captain sent me home but eh?

Having a hard on this early is not very comfortable. Off course having wet dreams at this age is considered a matter of emergency. But I have been abstinent for two years. Could you blame me?

I took care of my little..big problem and hit the shower. When I came out I felt it. That buzzing. Only one person could cause that. Oh goddess! I never regretted sound proofing my room until this moment. I pulled on a pair of sweats and ran downstairs skidding to a stop in the kitchen at the sight before me. My mom, who hasn't said one word to me in two years, was fussing over Eric like he was a stray animal or something. I watched as he blushed and stammered out thank yous to her while she practically cut his food and feed him like a child.

"Jesse" he squeaked when he was finally aware of me gawking at them.

"what are you doing here Eric?" I growled in annoyance. Just one day. Was that too much to ask to get my head around me having a male mate who is a former pornstar? I know I had all week, but I've been busy ok? Saving brats from going to jail. I should be a freaking saint

"Don't growl at your mate Jesse!" oh my goddess! My mother just scolded me like old times. Back when our family wasn't broken.

"sorry" I mumbled when my father who also ignored my existence slapped me behind my head like he normally does when I'm being a shit. Oh Goddess. I think I stepped into an alternate reality. Somebody, anybody, slap the living shit out of me.

"sit down and eat boy, it's not every day your mother makes waffles" dad says shoving me on a stool and sitting next to me. I just did as I was told all the while running through theories in my head.

Maybe they've been taken over, like on The Faculty, or, or....

Maybe, they've been brain washed....vampire maybe...or...

Maybe these people aren't my parents, they're clones!

"we have not been taken over or brain washed and we are not clones you moron" Dad says smacking me across the head with the morning papers.

Eric giggled and like a moth to a flame I was instantly only interested in him.

"hi" he whispered, looking down at his plate shyly.

I smiled like a fool. You know what smile I'm talking about. The one where you show more teeth than you have.

"so your father and I had a little talk with Eric while your lazy bones was asleep" mom says nonchalantly. I saw that glint of pity in his eyes. The moment mom said 'talk' Eric looks at me like I'm a kicked puppy. They told him.

"you had no right!" I growled and stood. Both my wolf and I were offended. Eric deserved to hear it from us. I wonder what else they told him.

I snarled at my father who also stood glowering at me.

"it was my story! I am the one who should have told him! How could you?" my canines extended. I felt like tearing apart this house.

"Jesse" I growled at him. I hated that pity in his eyes. I hated that soft lilt of his voice, as if I was fragile. As if he spoke too loudly I would break.

"I guess you really do hate me" I said before shifting and dashing out the house. I just needed to get away.

I ran for who knows how long. Just me and my wolf racing through the trees. The tears we kept bottled inside wanting to break free. But with all our might we held it in. I held it in.

I didn't deserve to cry.

I didn't deserve their pity.

I deserve nothing for what I did to my sweet sister.

Not even a mate.
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