My Broken Mate (Man x Man)

Chapter 3

JASPER P.O.V

"James!"

"JAMES!"

"James, if you do not get your skinny little butt here now, I'm seriously considering locking you in your room forever," I shout getting more frustrated with each passing second.

I look around the trees, trying to catch a glimpse of blond hair among the green leaves and brown tree bark. James is always getting himself lost in the forest, always roaming the mountains, his curiosity could get him killed one day, it already almost happened once and I'm not going to let it happen again.

"James, wait until mom and dad find out, you'll be in a lot more trouble than you already are, young man," I yell again knowing he could hear me, wherever he is.

"Young man, really big bro? You sound like, mom." I hear a young boyish voice proclaim behind me along with giggles.

I turn around, coming to face my little free-spirited brother, naked as the day he was born standing there still giggling like a schoolgirl, James is a small kid looking more like a ten-year-old when he's fourteen years old, he had blond hair inheriting it from our mother and hazel eyes that he got from our father as well as tan skin he got from our father but also from running around in the sun all day long, suddenly those giggles transform into loud laughter. I'm talking, bending over, holding his belly laughter.

He's lost his mind.

"Why are you laughing, there is nothing funny about you not listening to me, mom and dad when we told you not to leave the house without someone with you, also you're supposed to ask permission first to leave."

"Sorry, s-sorry is just that I w-was imaging you as, mom, in h-her flower apron dancing around in the k-kitchen." He says while trying to catch his breath and not laugh at the same time.

I sigh, shaking my head, I look at him still, trying to calm down and I declare.

"I'm going to kill you." Using my intimidating voice, then I charge towards him.

This seems to sober him up quickly, wide-eyed he shifts into his brown wolf and takes off towards home. I quickly change into my ash grey colored wolf and chase after him. I could hear his booming laugh echoing in my head as we race towards our house.

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"James Angel Manson, you're in so much trouble young man." I groaned hearing my mother shout 'young man' throughout the house.

Damn it, he was right, I am turning into our mother.

"Hey, son." My dad says as he enters my home office.

"You ever heard of knocking, dad?" I say as I look up from the paperwork that I have to handle, being the alpha of the Wild Hunt pack and, then paperwork to deal with as the kinda 'mayor' of the small town of seven hundred and fifty-one werewolf residents all living here.

"Is that any way to treat your father?" He asks me sternly, trying to appear angry but failing miserably.

I stare blankly at him, well try to anyway before busting into a huge grin, I chuckle standing up and pulling him into a tight hug.

My dad was the alpha of this pack before me, standing at six foot three inches, my dad is a tall man with a big built that can intimidate anyone, he has tan skin from being in the sun and raven black hair and hazel eyes, my father, my hero, and who made me into the man I am today, I'm happy he's back.

" How was the trip?" I ask him, as he and mom just returned from mom's old pack, from a few states over, visiting her parents and siblings.

"It was fun, your mom had a blast, she was having so much fun that she wanted to stay actually."