The omega and her triplet mates series book 3 (The Hunters)

Chapter two: Let me protect you always

Jax

We went back to our table and the Brady bunch had left thank f***k. Anita had a dessert, and she opened her bag of haribos and put some of them on her ice cream, when she found a ring shaped one she gave it to me. “Marry Dada,” she smiled.

“Yeah, marry daddy, good choice,” I grinned, taking the jelly ring I slipped it on my wedding finger next to my actual wedding ring and she grinned happily.

She leaned over and kissed me on the lips, it threw me off because she rarely ever showed any of us affection, least of all kissing. It was a chaste kiss, innocent, but a woman with her friend on another table noticed, and I heard her whispering about how inappropriate it was for a father and daughter to kiss on the lips, especially a teenage daughter, I tried to ignore it, I really did, but her friend whispered back, “I know right, and the weird date nights some parents do, it’s not normal, I wouldn’t trust a man who wants to go on some date night with his teenage daughter and kisses her on the mouth.”

The woman replied, “can you blame her though, I’d want him too.”

“Jess! Behave,” her friend laughed.

I clenched my fork tightly, I tried to be understanding, I get it, the whole date night thing with your kids wasn’t for everyone, and werewolves in particular were extremely affectionate with family, we were cold and very unaffectionate with others, but our family, our children, we weren’t afraid to show our affections, and we didn’t make it weird, it was just natural to us, no different to a pack of real wolves sleeping together in a puppy pile, or licking one another affectionately and whatever else the f***k they did, I tried to reason to myself that the women didn’t understand because they were human, the more ignorant kind whose minds went straight to the ‘oh my god his showing her affection that means he’s a f*****g creep’.

Anita was enjoying herself, so I forced myself to stay seated and not cause trouble. It was all fine, the women were busy describing what they’d like me to do to them, so I let it go, and then we left with no more drama…mostly.

We were crossing the lights on the way back to the hotel, they were still flashing with the green pedestrian sign, but some dumbass driver started beeping at us as if we shouldn’t be on the road. “f***k off!” I flipped him the finger and carried on walking, but more slowly just to p.iss him off.

He climbed out of his car, he was over six feet tall, probably around the same height as me, and I was six, two. He clearly took steroids, he was built huge with bulging muscles that looked about to burst and veins popping like f.ucking Popeye, he was probably used to men being intimidated, and he came charging over to me.

“Think you’re a f.ucking big man do ya!” He yelled.

“Actually, I was thinking how big YOU f.ucking are, might want to step away from the steroids for a bit.”

“Don’t use that stuff,” he spat.

“Sure you don’t,” I kept talking and put Anita behind me where she’d be safe. People gave us a wide berth sensing what was about to happen, even the f.ucking drivers behind his car were too afraid to beep and p.iss him off.

He swung his fist at me and I blocked it and threw my own punch, but not to his face, I punched him in the throat, making him clutch at it and gasp for breath. “f***k off back to your car and next time be f.ucking patient, you dumb p.rick.” I grabbed Anita’s hand and pulled her away, I would love to beat the s.hit out of him, but I was trying to be less v.iolent and I didn’t like being violent in front of the kids.

As a werewolf, I had to pull my punches when fighting with humans, one hit I could cave their f.ucking skull in, I only hit him lightly in the throat because even a human could kill another human by accidentally hitting them in the throat too hard crushing their windpipe, I’d been fighting long enough and killing long enough that I knew how hard to hit without killing, he’d be fine within a minute or two.

Could have punched him in the face, but that would only have drawn out the fight, knocking him out would have drawn too much attention on me, and only being able to hit him no harder than a human meant he’d barely flinch, he was a hulk of a dude, so I opted for the throat for Anita’s sake and to get her away from him. As we walked along the street I could feel that dark part of me, I was itching to turn back and hurt him more, make him bleed at least.

I made sure he didn’t follow us back to the hotel, some people were crazy f.ucks, but we got back fine and stepped onto the lift with a woman who held it open for us. “Cheers,” I smiled at her, she smiled back and said, “no problem, is it just you two here? Or all the family?”

“Just us two.”

She beamed when I said that, and I realised she probably now thought I was a single dad, she was checking me out, so I checked her out back. She was slim and busty, wearing tight jeans with a tight low cut vest top, her black hair was pulled up into a high messy bun with pieces of her hair hanging down loose, her face was made up with makeup and red lipstick, I won’t lie, she was hot, but I turned my head and faced the lift doors instead, I didn’t want to encourage her to flirt.

“Dada beat man,” Anita said from f.ucking nowhere.

I gave an awkward laugh and looked at the woman, “uh, she’s just messing around, ignore her.”

“No, Dada, you punch man in throat, he choke, was a really big man.”

The woman was looking at me warily, and I snorted a laugh trying to downplay the situation, “she’s right, he was f.ucking huge like the hulk, went for the throat because I knew it would end the fight before it started…he started it, by the way.”

She gave a small nervous laugh and looked more terrified now, great, cheers Anita. The woman practically ran off the lift, f.ucking dramatic if you ask me. Like before, Anita wanted to press all the buttons, so I let her. We got to our room and I sat down on the bed, it was draining and exhausting trying to be good, I don’t know how Rose and my brothers f.ucking did it, even Nick did a better job than me.

Anita had already ruined the walls, so I thought f***k it and let her draw on them some more until it was time for bed.

I grabbed her bag, I forgot to unpack it, so unzipping it I rummaged through the neatly folded clothes Rose had put in until I found her pajamas, grabbing them I threw them on her bed, “here, get dressed.”

“Dada dress.”

“No, you try.”

“Dada dress!”

“Anita, try please, come on, I can’t be dressing you when you’re f.ucking thirty.”

“Dada dress!” She yelled even louder, covering my ears I snapped, “f.ucking hell, alright! Don’t burst my ear drums!”

Grumbling about it, I grabbed her pajama top and said, “arms up then.” She lifted them up so I could pull her dress off and as usual lately she wanted her bra off, usually Rose always dressed her these days because of this, and as much as my brothers and Nick played fatherly roles towards her, me and Rose never allowed them to undress her or bath her.

I trusted them completely and knew they would never do anything or see her in a s.exual manner, but still, with my experiences of dealing with f.ucked up men I wasn’t allowing any other man on this planet besides myself to look after Anita in situations like this, she was extremely vulnerable and as much as I trusted Nick as I did my brothers, he also wasn’t biologically related to her, I didn’t want to f.ucking risk some sort of weird moment between them, Anita had a big chest like her mum and Nick loved big b.reasts, pretty sure she might have a crush on Nick at the moment too, and while I don’t think he would personally ever react to Anita I also knew men were very visual creatures, so I wasn’t ever going to risk putting her in that situation.

Even If she came to a point in her life where she was able to live independently and have a relationship with a man it was still a ‘we will see’, but right now, it was a hell no, even then I knew I was still going to be damn fussy on who dated her.

Rose was a little more relaxed about it, she trusted all her mates wholeheartedly, I trusted them too, but I still wasn’t willing to allow them to see my vulnerable daughter naked, f***k that, if I was on my death bed I’d still f.ucking crawl out to dress her myself before I’d allow anyone else besides Rose, I knew part of my overprotectiveness was because of the trauma I’d gone through as a child when I’d been kidnapped, I knew what other men could be capable of.

I unclipped Anita’s bra and took it off for her and then quickly pulled her top on, nakedness didn’t mean much to me as a werewolf, but she still deserved dignity. I bent down to pull her trousers down while she was busy pressing repeat on some YouTube video she was watching on her iPad, I got her to step out of one trouser leg and when she stepped out of the second she dropped the iPad which landed on my f.ucking head. “f***k! That f.ucking hurt,” I winced, rubbing my head, did Anita care? No she f.ucking didn’t, she just picked it up and went back to watching her f.ucking show. I pulled her pajama bottoms up and said, “brush your teeth.”

“Don’t want to.”

“Come on, you can do it.”

“Dada do.”

“No, you do it, you do it at home so you can do it here, brush them, and you can have twenty minutes more on your iPad.”

She did them, and I was tired, so I did mine with her, after twenty minutes I took the iPad off her, and she got into her bed and I got into mine. I lay there in the dark unable to sleep, I tried not to think about it, but I couldn’t, my mind went back to the man I throat punched, I imagined taking him back to the warehouse and t.orturing him, I might have stopped killing and t.orturing people, but I was still f.ucked up, I always would be, it was a part of me, but I only killed other killers and evil f.ucked up people, human and supernatural, man or woman I didn’t care, if you did f****d up s.hit, then I was doing it to you, problem was, without killing my mind had started to wander, I found myself fantasising about killing people who didn’t deserve it, like the hulking dude, he was a f.ucking d.ick, but he didn’t deserve being t.ortured and killed.

I tried to switch my brain off, I tried not to think of my previous kills, but you know me by now if you’ve read my last story, I’m f.ucked up to another level and I don’t sugarcoat s.hit for anyone, so if you want to carry on listening to me drone the f***k on then consider yourself warned, because I failed in not thinking about my other kills, I remembered the t.orture, c.utting pieces off them, cutting into their flesh, blood, so much f.ucking blood, I was thinking of it all and grew a f.ucking b.oner, for f***k sake, it had been a long time since I’d reacted s.exually to my kills, usually s**x with Rose was enough to keep me in check there, but she wasn’t here right now.

Groaning in annoyance I tried to ignore it, “just go the f***k to sleep you f.ucking moron,” I groaned to myself.

Eventually, my d.ick did grow limp again, and I was finally starting to feel sleepy, I was almost asleep when I felt something behind me, rolling onto my back I looked in the dark to see a dark figure standing there, long hair hanging down like the f*****g grudge. “f***k!” I yelped and rolled out of the bed and onto the floor on the other side of the bed.

“I get in your bed, Dada.”

“F.ucking hell, Anita! You scared the f.ucking s.hit out of me!”

Clutching my pounding chest I got up off the floor, I f.ucking hated when kids did creepy s.hit like that, it was always the girls too, just standing at the end of the f.ucking bed with their hair hanging down like Samara from the ring, Lucas didn’t stand there silently like a creep.

“Bed, Dada,” she asked again.

“What? No, get in your own bed.”

She whined, and I asked, “what’s wrong?”

“Scary dream.”

Sighing, I climbed back into my bed and said, “fine, come here.”

She climbed into the bed beside me and I pulled her into my arms, holding her close, she lay her head on my chest and let me hold her, something she didn’t often let us do, so I enjoyed it, I found it helped me too, focusing on comforting her helped me not to think of f.ucked up s.hit.

She traced her fingers over the tattoos on my left pec, they traveled up to my shoulder and down my left arm where I had a full tattoo sleeve, artwork of angels and demons. She always loved tracing them with her finger, and honestly, it was helping me fall asleep. I stroked her hair and played with her curls knowing that’s what helped her and eventually, we both finally fell asleep.

I woke to the sound of someone jiggling the door handle to our room, “f***k,” they slurred, they were clearly drunk and thought our room was theirs , I waited for them to p.iss off, but they didn’t, they started hitting the door which woke Anita. “What’s that?” She asked.

“Just some stupid person, don’t worry, darling, go back to sleep.”

“Scared.”

“I’ll keep you safe, you know that, baby.”

“Dada kill?”

Both my eyebrows rose, and I swung my face to look at her, “uh, no, why would you say that?”

“Because you kill.”

F.uck, we tried our best not to let the kids know what I did or to see our violent sides, but they were growing and weren’t stupid, and it was only so long we could keep quiet when we lived with a pack of werewolves, naturally we were violent creatures.

“No, I only do bad things to really bad people, not good people.” There was no point lying to her if she already knew.

“Bad man,” she pointed to the door and I shook my head, “no, his not bad, just stupid and drunk.”

The drunk started pounding on the door, making Anita jump in fear, I sat up in the bed, and she clung to me. “I’m scared.”

“Alright, I’ll get rid of him, darling.” Kissing her forehead, I got out of the bed and yanked the door open. “What the f***k are you doing?” I growled at the Middle-Aged man, he was stumbling so much he fell against the wall. Looking up at me, he squinted his eyes, “you’re in my room,” he said.

“No f***k face, this is my room, f***k off.” I may have stopped killing and being so violent, but I still swore like a sailor, that wasn’t ever going away, much to the disappointment of Fenris who hated how much me and our sister Annie swore. f***k him.

The man swung his f.ucking fist at me, missed, but still, I was tired, Anita was scared, and it p.issed me off, I grabbed him by the shirt and slammed my fist into his face breaking his nose and threw him to the floor, “f***k off before I do worse,” I snarled into his face, he soon sobered up, he quickly got to his feet with blood running down his nose and onto his shirt, “sorry,” he mumbled and rushed off.

Some blood got onto the floor, so I went and found a cloth to clean it up, I didn’t want any evidence left if he decided to go crying to the staff about it.

Slamming the door shut, I threw the cloth in the sink and saw Anita shivering on the bed.

“Are you really that scared darling? He’s gone now.”

She didn’t answer me, so I made her move over to my side of the bed so I could sleep on the side closest to the door, she cuddled up to me and I had to play with her hair and softly hum to her until she fell asleep.