Chapter 3

Next Morning – Jettison POV

Grrrh.

I groaned loudly as the sudden ringing of my phone slammed against my ears. Sitting up slowly on the bed, I reached out and picked it up from the nightstand beside me. It was my mom calling. I answered at once.

“Morning, Mom?”

“The hell are you, Jett? You called to say you’d returned last night but I’ve checked the whole house. I can’t find you anywhere around…” she thundered, her voice loud and sharp.

Huh?

I squinted, my brows pulling together as I looked around my surroundings. It was strange. Really strange.

What the hell?

“Um… some creepy old building I think. Somehow looks like a cottage. Should be somewhere around the pack house though,” I said, glancing out the single window. The trees outside told me enough—they were the same ones surrounding the pack house, so I wasn’t far.

“What the hell?” Mom’s voice now sounded mortified.

“Goodness, Jett. That’s your brother’s cottage. How the hell did you end up there?” she rasped, her voice sounding bathed in panic.

I inhaled sharply at that word. Brother.

“Honestly, I dunno, Mom. Was really drunk when I returned,” I muttered, my eyes roaming over the scattered bottles of booze on the floor.

Someone’s definitely going to kill me today.

“Great. Just freaking great. Of all moods, you had to return back in town but a drunken mess… well you’d better get out of there before your brother comes back. He called to say he couldn’t make it yesterday, so I’m pretty sure he’s on his way right now,” she said.

“Alright, Mom,” I replied and was about to hang up.

“One more thing. Hope you didn’t make a mess of that place?” she asked, her voice sounding suspicious now.

I couldn’t reply. My gaze swept around again and the truth was obvious. The whole place was a wreck.

Mom sighed heavily on the other end obviously getting it.“Good. Well, you’d better clean it up before he comes back. You know how much of a neat freak he is.”

“Yeah, alright, alright, Mom. I’ve heard you. I’ll do that now,” I said quickly and hung up before she could start another round.

Dropping the phone, I sat there a moment, rubbing the back of my neck as I tried to recall what had happened last night.

Of course, I drank. That much was clear. But it didn’t feel like that was all.

For some reason it felt like I had f**ked a girl last night. Or was that all just a dream?

Shit, why can’t I remember? I groaned, pressing my palms against my temples. That was the thing with me and alcohol—whenever I got drunk, I tended to do a lot of shitty things I wouldn’t remember until much later.

But still, this… it had felt way too real to be some drunken dream. The tightness of her p***y, the taste of her lips, her scent, the feel of those full breasts pressing against my palms.

Immediately, something clicked inside me and I ripped the duvet off my body and there was my answer.

I was naked. My d**k stood crazily erected, streaks of dry sperm clinging to the tip.

Shit.

So I really f**ked a girl. And not just any girl, but one with a damn sweet, tight p***y. My mind replayed the way her walls gripped me, squeezing so hard I almost lost myself.

Then my gaze caught on the bloodstain on the other side of the bed, and my lips curved slowly.

Oou. That must be it. She must have been a virgin. No wonder she’d felt that good.

But then—who the hell was she? I raked my head, trying to drag her face back from the haze, but hell no matter how much I tried nothing came. 

The only thing that lingered was her smell. Sweet, fruity. And strangely, my wolf Theron seemed to like it. He was usually restless, never shutting up, but after last night… he’d gone calm.

“Hey, bud, are you there?” I asked him silently.

He didn’t answer with words, only a grunt. But that was enough. He was alive and paying attention.

I sighed as I stood to put on my trousers then moved back to sit on the bed. My eyes scanned the disaster zone around me. I needed to clean this shit up before anyone walked in. If I didn’t, someone would skin me alive.

I was still contemplating where to start from when the door burst open.

And there he was.

Speak of the devil. My twin brother Jason. 

Only that, the devil didn’t come alone. He came with his bride, their bodies tangled, mouths all over each other, neither of them noticing me.

“Ouu Jason, f**k yes, that’s it,” the girl moaned loudly as Jason slid his fingers up under her short dress, pushing into her wetness. Her head fell back, eyes dazed in pleasure.

I scoffed under my breath. Unbelievable.

“Let’s take it to the bed, Amanda,” He said finally, pulling his slick fingers out of her. Her juices coated them thick, and he lifted her easily into his arms, turning toward the bed—toward me.

The moment his gaze landed on me, he froze. His shocked expression was priceless. He set Amanda down fast, and she hid behind him in shame.

“What are you doing here?” He demanded, his voice cold, eyes glaring daggers into me.

I scoffed.

“It’s the moon festival, dear brother. Every outcast son, no matter where he is, is expected to come home, isn’t he?”

“I’m not asking what you’re doing in Black Moore. I mean what the hell are you doing in my cottage?” His tone was sharp.

“Oh. Sorry. Yesterday evening when I returned, I was drunk and somehow ended up here,” I said truthfully. As expected, his frown deepened.

“You really don’t plan to change, do you? Five years in rehab and you’re still a mess. And worse—you’re even covered in tattoos and piercings now.” His voice carried both mockery and amusement. “Has Dad even seen you?”

I rolled my eyes, leaning casually against the bedframe.

“Not really. And I don’t plan to see him either.”

“Not surprised,” he scoffed, scanning the messy room his voice turning cold and serious as he look at me now. “I’ll be gone for a while. By the time I come back, I want this place spotless.” He started to leave with Amanda, but then stopped, turning back. “One more thing. When I was away, did any girl come looking for me?”

That caught me off guard. “What girl?”

“You know. Nerdy type. Brown hair, big doe eyes,” he said.

I shook my head. “Nah. Like I said, I was drunk when I got here.”

But my mind flashed back to the girl from last night. Brown hair. Dark eyes. Could it have been her? I filed that thought away for later.

“Alright. I’ll leave now,” He muttered, dragging his girl out with him.

As silence returned, the loud roar of a bike engine suddenly broke outside. I moved fast to the window.

And It was exactly who I thought.

Kingston and Pascal. My two best friends from the pack. We grew up together, tight as brothers, until life ripped us apart when I got shipped off five years ago. But best friends always found their way back. And now here they were.

“Oou, look what the cat dragged into the pack,” Kingston grinned as he walked in.

“Trisha was right. He’s really back,” Pascal said, eyes glinting with amusement.

“Welcome back, bro.” They both hugged me quick, side to side.

“So how’re you two doing?” I asked, leaning back against the table behind me.

“Great. And you?” Kingston asked.

Pascal snorted. “You don’t even have to ask. Just look at him. He looks damn good obviously Rehab didn't wreck him.” 

Kingston nodded, eyeing me up and down. “Yeah, true. Bro looks chic now, with those piercings and tattoos I'm sure Trisha’s gonna melt when she sees him.” He said in an obvious playful way but Pascal didn't take it lightly with him.

“Don’t talk about my sister like that" He snapped "She’s over him already okay?" He said as if trying to convince us, which made me I rolled my eyes.

Morticia. His little sister. She’d crushed on me when we were kids, but she was never my type and I pray she’d find her mate at this moon festival and finally get off my back.

“Still,” Kingston teased, “if she sees the new Jett, she’ll melt.”

“Alright, enough. What’s that you’ve got there?” I cut in before the conversation turned ugly at the same time pointing at the bike outside with Deathrider etched across it.

“Oou, that’s Deathrider. Our welcome-back gift,” Pascal beamed at me

My eyes widened. “Wow…”

“What? You don’t like it?” Kingston asked seeing how speechless I'd turned.

“No. No. I love it. It’s beautiful,” I said honestly.

“Well, it’s been years. We just wanna be sure rehab didn’t kill the fiery rider in you. Let’s hit the asphalt by seven. Me, you, and Kingston,” Pascal said, tossing me the key.

But before I could catch it, the door swung open again.

And she walked in. My mother. The Luna.

Her face instantly soured when she saw them. She didn’t even hide her disgust.

“The hell are you still doing with these losers?” she demanded, her voice sharp as she glared at me.

“Good morning, Luna,” Kingston and Pascal greeted politely, even with her coldness.

“Don’t greet me. What are you two doing here? You’re back to ruin his life again, just like five years ago?” she snapped.

They both shifted uncomfortably. I sighed, already knowing this was coming.

“Well, it’s not like that—” Kingston began.

“I don’t wanna hear it. You’ve done enough damage already now leave and stay away from my son. I don’t want to see you anywhere near him,” she cut him off pointing towards the door her gaze cold and mean.

They nodded silently and walked out, their embarrassment hanging heavy in the air.

“Son…” She turned to me now, her face softening.

“You don’t get to treat my friends any way you like,” I said trying hard not to raise my voice.

“They’re not your friends. They’re the reason I lost you for five years. Look at you now, all grown,” she said, pulling me into a hug but I didn’t hug back.

“Gawd, I’ve missed you and Theron so much. If you don’t mind, I’d like to run with you tonight. Me and Athena. It’s been so long since I last shifted. And I need to know how Theron’s doing,” she said softly.

I narrowed my eyes. I already knew why she wanted that run.

“You’re only saying this because you don’t want me riding with Kingston and Pascal, aren’t you?”

She sighed. “I’m only looking out for you. Those people are bad influence.”

“You sound like Dad now,” I muttered under my breath.

“Actually, that’s the reason I’m here. He sent for you,” she said and I nodded already expecting this.

Slipping on my shirt I walked out of the cottage with her heading towards the pack house.

Inside his office, I found him standing by the window, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Good morning, Alpha Killian,” I said curtly as I slid into the chair behind his desk.

He turned immediately his gaze cold as he dragged his eyes over me in that slow annoying way and gawd knows I'd be lying if I say I didn't know what was coming.

"Wow trying so hard to make a point huh? what's with the weird piercing and tattoos? You telling me how much of a bad decision it was to send you away?" He said but I did respond as I leaned back against the chair casually.

"Are you going to tell me why exactly I'm here or what?" I scoffed and he sighed deeply.

“Fine I won’t say much just wanna let you know that now that you're back you'd better behave yourself. If not, rehab is only a few miles away,” he warned in thick and cold voice that always manage to set me off.

The f**k!

My jaw locked almost immediately anger and fury boiling me over this was why I didn't want to see him the fact he always try to control my life at every step of the way.

“Funny how you think I’m still that little boy you could throw away whenever you like.” I spat the angry and fury evident in my voice as I gripped the edge of his table tight.

He sneered coldly. “Yeah, whatever. Just because you’re grown now, and managed to build your own company, doesn’t mean you’re bigger than me. You’re still my son, and I’ll discipline you however I want,” he said and I almost wanted to laugh.

"Well..."my lips curled into a small smirk “I’d love to see you try.” making sure to meet him dead in the eye as every word roll out of my lips the tension which settled in the room was palpable as we both stare each other down.