Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Jackson POV

Alice walked away, so we followed her. She was talking to her friend—Damian told me her name is Katie. We gave them space. The humans and the trolls were hanging out together. Damian handed me a beer from his cooler. I figured the least I could do was hang for a bit. I did just have his dick in my hand. He gave me his number and Alice's too. We both agreed to keep each other in the loop when it came to her. Neither one of us had been in this situation before. I told him I would see him at school tomorrow and went to say bye to my cousin and his gang.

When I got to their spot, Bentley wasn't there. All the guys were smiling.

"What are we smiling about?"

"How was she?" asked Jace.

"We didn't, so you guys can wipe those grins off," I told them.

"She only kissed you because you look like me," said Bentley, walking back from the parking lot with his witch.

Bentley has lost it. The only traits we shared were our black eyes and hair. He was a jock, in his jeans and sneakers, wearing that hideous letterman jacket. I was the bad boy, and he knew it. I always wore black. I have multiple tattoos and piercings, and I am always doing dumb shit, getting into trouble.

"We are nothing alike," I said, motioning between us.

"Jackson is hotter," said Tara.

Fucking Tara. She snuck into my room and was laid out on my bed last week. My dad had to throw her out. My uncle told her to stay away from me.

"I've had enough. I am going home."

I rode home like an idiot, almost laying my bike out in a ditch. It started raining, and the roads were slippery. I kept thinking about her. I was on pack territory now, passing the guards. I waved.

It didn't take long to reach our house. We were in a small cottage next to the pack house. My dad was Alpha, but when he met my mom, he stepped down and let my uncle take over—Bentley's dad. We only came back because we lost my mom to cancer, and my dad wanted to be closer to family. I didn't like my cousin. I'd only met him a few times. He could be arrogant.

"Jackson, is that you?" my dad called from the living room.

I was setting my helmet down on the end table in the hallway. I could hear him talking to my uncle. I walked into the room, and they were drinking and laughing.

"Come here and sit, we need to talk."

I sat, not saying a word, Alice still on my mind. My dad slid a giant box of condoms across the table to me. I put my hand over it to stop it from sliding off the table. He was drunk and pushed it too hard.

"Dad, really?"

"Yes, really, Jackson. You don't need to get another girl pregnant. I think three is enough until you are actually ready to have pups."

"Let's hear it. What is she like? Bentley hasn't shut up about her since he got home from school," said my uncle. "He texted me you stole her."

"Alice?"

"So she has a name. Please tell me at least she was smart and made you wrap it up," said my dad.

"Are we really talking about this now? You are both drunk. And by the way, we didn't have sex."

My dad fell out of his chair laughing, and my uncle helped him up.

"You think that is funny? She got me to make out with a troll."

"Two girls, geesh, Jackson. I am going to have to lock you up."

"Oh no, he was a guy—a really big one too. She really enjoyed it."

My uncle was rolling, slapping his hand on the table so hard I thought he would crack it.

"What am I going to do with you?" my dad asked.

"Ok, now tell us—what is this little vixen like, wrapping all these boys around her finger?" asked my uncle.

"She is something else. Petite frame, black wavy hair—she has one of those wolf haircuts. It's so fucking cute. Green eyes and pink lips, and mmm... she has a Ducati like mine. She is upfront and honest, says whatever is on her mind. I really like her."

"What was all the mmm for?" asked my uncle, mocking me.

"Why am I telling you all this... her ass and her tits are just perfect. Her nipples are pierced, and from what I could see, so is her—"

"Stop, stop! We do not need to know," my dad yelled, punching my uncle on the shoulder. "If you really like her this much, maybe hold off on sleeping with her. And please, for the love of the Goddess, wrap it up. I do not need a hunter's daughter showing up pregnant at my door."

I nodded at them and grabbed the damn box. Heading to my room, I could still hear them laughing. I stripped and got under the covers. I knew deep down my dad was right—I should wrap it. I dated two girls and got them pregnant at the same time. They lost the pups in the second month. My last girlfriend gave birth to a stillborn. She lost her mind after that. I felt like it was my fault, like something was wrong with me.

I thought about Alice and felt myself getting worked up. I grabbed my phone and texted her. She was still up. Without thinking, I sent her a dick pic. That was probably dumb, but whatever. She left me on read—damn—and then it came: an audio file. Holy shit. I played it like five times. Her moans, the wet sound of her fingers—it had me completely fucked up. I made a mess all over my bed multiple times. I was too tired now. I’ll clean it after I shower in the morning.

I woke up to a picture from Damian. She had sent him a nude first thing this morning. I took that into the shower with me. I had no idea how I was going to hold off. I was losing my mind.