Fairytales Aren't Perfect

Chapter Twenty-Five

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE:

Jason wove his hands into the girl’s hair, loving the feeling of the delicate, slippery strands, running through his fingers like black water. Her slender body was pressed against his at his cousin’s cabin party and the alcohol was pounding through his system. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find Kenya extremely attractive. Her dark cocoa skin and lovely brown eyes. Sure he didn’t mind stealing a kiss now and then; she was going to be his – eventually.

            “You could mark me, Jay,” She said breathlessly, her head tilted back in ecstasy as he trailed kisses up her neck.  “I’d let you.” She dug her finger nails into his back and he moaned; trying to tune out the words he knew he couldn’t live up to. “Make me your Luna, mi Amor.” Her tongue rolled the R with her perfect Spanish accent and Jason lapped it up. Grazing her slender, arched neck with his teeth. His wolf fought him for control as his canines extended. He wanted this, his wolf wanted this. He wanted the rightful place at the head of his pack with his fiercely protective mate at his side.  He wanted to rule the pack like the Alpha his father and his grandfather had been. He wanted power, he wanted love, and he wanted them happy.

            But then, human Jason shut down. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want responsibility and promises he couldn’t keep. He didn’t want to lead hunts and make decisions that could end a rogue’s life.  It took all his strength – all the power and anger he had gotten from fighting endlessly with his wolf – and pushed away from the temptress.

            He fell backwards a few steps, hitting the wall of the closet with a bump that would have left bruises on any mortal. He felt the pain of denial of his inner beast ricochet through his inside and he wanted to scream.

            It took him a few minutes and then Jason began to tune back in. He could hear his pack mate’s loud voices and pounding music in the background. He could see the chain that clicked the light bulb on. But the worst part, the part that made him wish he were blind, were the thirty two square shaped marks that welled with blood at Kenya’s shoulder. Thirty two teeth that punctured the skin and created a bond that would follow him to the ends of the earth. Slowly his eyes trailed up to where hers were lit with passion and concern. Large brown eyes the color of toffee stared up at him, something like love blossomed in her eyes.

            “Jay,” She whispered, smiling lightly, like every single thing was happy in life. For her only.

            “No,” Jason growled, feeling fury bubble up in him, rage beating him at every turn, every bend. “No!”

            Tearing open the door, ignoring the groan of protest from the hinges, Jason stalked out of the closet. His nose filling with the familiar scents of the women who was now his mate. The women whom had been picked by his parents and destiny to fill the shoes of Alpha Female. He could hear his sister yelling at him to stop; he could hear the music being shut off and his pack staring at him with wide eyes. Kenya bursting out in tears as she grabbed at his arm, begging him to stop. But the problem was; Jason didn’t want to hear them. He didn’t want this; he didn’t want this responsibility of their lives.

            “Jason Macdonald!” his sister squealed angrily, her bright red hair falling in her face as she got all up in his. “You are being an insensitive asshole!”

            He swatted her aside and stalked past, red filling his vision. He needed to speak with his father, he needed to run - he needed to get out.

            “Get back here, you coward!” She screamed behind him. Jason ignored her shrill voice and Turned, loping into the forest, he had to get away. As far away as he could.