Uncle Jedd

Jedd

I had just ended a phone call with my sister Susan a few minutes before I heard the sound of tires on gravel. Susan decided she couldn't sever the mate bond, and Jezebel would be arriving alone. I thought she was crazy for even thinking about trying. Jezebel is almost an adult and capable of being on her own.

I am 42 and still haven't found my mate. I am a soldier and wouldn't have been the best father or husband in my younger years, but the older I get, the more I crave being mated and creating a family. Taking Jezebel in will give me some practice on being a parent as I will be watching out for her and giving her guidance. I have lived alone for so long that it will take some adjusting to have another person living in the house, though.

I step out onto the porch and wave. She slowly steps out of the car. She has long black hair and loose curls blowing in the breeze. She is wearing sunglasses with blue tinted "mirror" like lenses. I want a pair! She looks strong and rebellious. She has her left eye brow pierced, her nose pierced through the right nostril, and all of both ears. She has several tattoos. She is dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and black sneakers. She oddly reminds me a bit of myself when I was her age. She looks nervous and is hesitant to walk toward the house.

"I'm not as scary as I look. You know the phrase, big teddy bear? That's me, just a big old teddy bear." I say as soothingly as I can.

She doesn't look like she believes me, but she does laugh at my joke. "Hi. I am Jezebel. Your niece," she says.

"Jedd, your uncle," I declare, holding out my hand for a handshake. She obliges, and I ask if she'd like a tour of the house.

We go inside and enter the living room. I have a recliner and a loveseat. My recliner is black leather and has all kinds of features such as storage, a built-in remote, and massaging vibrations. I love it. Most of the time, I sleep in it, which is a good thing since I will be giving up my bedroom to Jezebel. My loveseat is also black leather. I may or may not have a leather fetish. My TV is big and mounted to my wall.

"I like to fall asleep to the Discovery channel," I say casually. She gives me a weird look. "Don't judge me," I retort. "I am part animal after all." She giggles.

Next I show her the kitchen. It is just big enough to fit a small table and four chairs in. The fridge is white and kind of crusty looking. The sink is full of dishes. The floor tile is chipping. The stove is covered in grease. As she looks around, I feel kind of embarrassed and like I have to explain myself.

" I know it isn't much, but I haven't needed much. This house is perfect for me. I am a bachelor who has been fighting in a never-ending war. I am hardly home anyway. We can go to the store later and pick up some stuff if you'd like? I know this place could use some cleaning."

"Okay. I am not trying to judge, but it definitely could," she says honestly.

I like that she is bold enough to speak the truth. If she is anything like my sister, she will be one to speak her mind. This can be both an admirable trait and a hindrance depending on what you say and who you say it to. I wonder why she was exiled from her last pack. My sister didn't go into detail. She only said it was absurd and mostly because Alpha's daughter and Jezebel hated each other.

I show her the bathroom. It is small and has a stand-up shower. The sink is kind of filthy. Feeling embarrassed again, I grab a towel off the floor and wipe it a bit. The toilet definitely needs scrubbed. I tried to clean up before she got here, but I didn't have much time. We are talking about years of bachelor grime. I head to the bedroom, the room I was able to clean.

"I wasn't expecting a house guest. I cleaned up as much as I could. I focused the most on here since this is where you will be sleeping," I mumble.

I watch as she looks at the full-size bed. It isn't fancy, but the mattress is comfortable, and I had bought some teal colored bedding and new pillows so that she has fresh linen to sleep on. The comforter is white with a teal swirl pattern. Her mom said she is girly but not pink, ribbons, dresses, and bows girly. Whatever, the hell that means. She pulls her sunglasses up on top of her head. Her eyes are so unique, one emerald green eye and one ocean blue eye.

"Her eyes are fucking awesome!" my wolf Caleb exclaims. I agree.

She seems to like what she sees, which makes me feel better. I had cleaned out the closet and dresser and moved my clothes to the hall closet. I found a teal lamp for the bedside table. I bought a few decorative pictures for the wall and some books. A lady at the store helped me pick them out. I ended up fucking her in her car while she went on her lunch break. I often have casual sex. A man has needs. I get horny, but I only have sex with human women. I will only give and commit myself to one wolf, my mate, if I am ever blessed with one.

Looking around I feel a sense of pride because in my opinion, I did a damn good job cleaning and decorating this room.

"Thank you. I really like the room. You did a great job. It makes me feel welcome," she says.

Then she hugs me. At first I just stand there. I hadn't been hugged since I was a child. It feels nice. I put my arms around her and give her a hug back. I pull away and ask her if she'd like to go to town, get supplies, and meet some members of the pack or if she'd just like to settle in and head to town tomorrow.

"Why put off until tomorrow what can be done today?" she replies.

I chuckle. "Okay, then. Let's go."