The Love Of An Alpha Male

Another chapter to Love Of An Alpha Male. I couldn’t decide if I wanted the song on the side to be hot or sad, so I decided in the middle. Sweet! I love this song and you guys should really check it out! It goes better with the chapter than peanut-butter an jelly. Not that I have acutally ever thought peanut-butter and jelly have gone well together……Enjoy the book!

Chapter thirteen: Confessions






I sat there on the booth, in the middle of the diner. My hands were shaking and my mouth was drier than a cotton ball.

“I’ll ask you again Bonnie,” Jango growled, eyes burning like coals in his golden face, “why was that message there?”

“I-I,” I stuttered, looking frantically between the group of young men. Their faces varied between expressions of outright anger and concern.

“Bonnie,” Jango whispered quietly, eyes softening to the color of black velvet. “Don’t you understand? I want to help you so bad it’s making me feel sick!”

Hot tears well in my eyes and I ducked my head in shame. “Bonnie…” Jango pleaded with me and I looked up, surprised to see pain cross his face.

With a deep breath I began. “When I was young… or at least…younger than I am now, my father began to abuse me.”

Jango clutched one of the diner glasses in his hand so hard that it cracked.

I watched him with startled eyes for a moment, before continuing. “It started randomly, but not before he had episodes of violent fury or sometimes even lethargy.”

“It was so weird, we’d talk to him and he would just look through us like we weren’t even there.” Jax's teeth were bared in a snarl of anger and the rest of the group’s jaws were clenched.

“After that he had a month where he was completely fine, too fine,” I felt my eyes grow full with tears and they spilled out onto my cheeks.

“After that the abuse started.”

“At first it was just verbal, he would accuse us of lying, stealing or…” I gulped and darted a glance at Jango, “whoring around.”

“Then when he got especially angry he would strike us.”

Jango let out a feral growl, eyes turning treacherous and crazed. I watched trembling slightly as black talons shot from the tips of his fingers and drew three large gouges onto the diner tabletop.

He looked like some sort of demonic god.

“It was over a period of time that the abuse got dangerously violent.” I paused and took in a deep shuddering breath, eyes squinting shut.

I couldn’t go on, I couldn’t. I felt a scream begin to build up in my throat and I curled my toes in my sneakers and buried my face in my hands.

We sat there in silence for a moment, before I heard Jango’s husky voice order “why don’t you all meet Bonnie and I tomorrow morning.”

For a moment I wondered why they all rose in unison and left the diner wordlessly, then I remember I was sitting at a table with a werewolf. An alpha werewolf to be exact.

I felt a few more tears slip free at the thought. He was built for something great. Practically a god among man. What was I? A lunatics daughter. 

What if all of this was a joke? Would they all come in laughing in a few seconds and congratulate themselves on fooling me?

The wolf-creature, the wolf-creature, whispered a little voice in the back of my head. No. I couldn’t deny the fact that Jango was in fact a werewolf. But what about suflete perches?

“Stop it,” snarled Jango from across the table. My head snapped up to look at him so fast I got whiplash.

“I can tell what you’re thinking Bonnie, and frankly you’re an idiot if you think I’m lying to you.” I sniffed, wiping hastily at my eyes.

With a soft, musical sound, he reached over and pulled my across the counter as if I was lighter than a feather. To him I probably was.

Jango tucked me into his side, pulling his large jacket around us and zipping it up so I was confined inside. His comforting scent of woodsmoke was like a sedative.

My tears slowly came to a halt as I buried my face into his chest and breathed in.

“I think that’s enough for tonight,” he whispered, a callused thumb stroking my cheek. He began to move as if to leave the booth, but I clung to him, signaling him to stay.