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Jace
Old- school, anti-feminist, crazy, lazy, sexist. I’ve been called a lot of things. But what can I say? I think feminist got it wrong.
I want a man that will provide and protect me. I don’t want to have to wake up every day to go to a job that I hate. I would much rather, clean and cook all day until my man gets home so that I can cater to him for giving me the life I want. I like the idea of my man thinking of me as a s*x toy. Yes, f**k me, use me.
Am I crazy?
Sadly, men of this generation want it all. They want a woman who will work by day, bringing home the same bacon that he does but then he will relax and leave all the cooking and cleaning to her. Then still expect her to have the energy to put out for his twenty second of pleasure. I’m starting to believe my dream man doesn’t exist.
There are no true Alpha males anymore. They all bend to the whim of their partners. Where are the dominating men, that will put me in my place for talking reckless? One that would punish me or reward me for my actions.
What I wouldn’t give to find him… the man of my dreams.
But I know one thing, he is not the man sitting in front of me.
This man is good-looking, in a quirky Spencer Reed kind of way. If he could put me in my place, we could have a little fun. But he won’t do that. He hasn’t taken charge once tonight, constantly asking for permission before doing anything. Maybe some people find that sweet, but to me, that is just annoying.
‘Can I go to the restroom?’ This isn’t elementary school, if you must go, just go. ‘Do you mind if I order a drink?’ You are an adult. ‘Would you like to dance?’ Okay maybe that one is unreasonable. But if he had said “dance with me” he could have gotten a few points, but now he is in the negatives. Just tell me what you want to do, don’t constantly ask me!
I’m so sick of my friends setting me up on these dates. They know the kind of guy I want, and they keep sending me these little puppies knowing that I need a wolf.
“You don’t look like you are having a good time,” he sighs watching me scan the room. I can’t help but feel rude, he knows I am looking for an escape plan. “I have one more thing I had planned for tonight. Come with me.” Finally! A little command, I’ll take it. I give him a smile and he grabs my hand pulling me out of the bar.
Sil
My brother finally got his mate back, put some pups in her and now can’t stop trying to help me find mine. I appreciate it. For many years it was not common for supernatural’s to find their mates. Mom and Dad, Gio and Vinny and Vinnyt’s parents are the only true mates I have ever met. All in this pack. Yeah. I feel the pressure to find my true mate now.
But I have come to terms with the fact that my mate is probably dead. I’ve already been looking for her for seven years and have come up empty at every turn. Why keep torturing myself? At this point I just want someone that I could fall in love with. I may never experience the pull of a true mate bond, but I can still be happy.
I know one thing though, wherever this woman is, she isn’t in a pack.
“Come on Sil!” Cody, my best friend, calls out. “We are going to leave without you!” I promised them I would go out with them. They signed up for some salsa dancing classes. Of course, it’s to meet human woman. Human women love our dominant nature and our chiseled bodies; it makes them easy lays. I let one suck me off from time to time, but I will never risk accidently putting my pup in one.
Humans just aren’t fiery enough for my liking. I need a woman who is going to challenge me. Make me fight for her, it will mean so much more when I make her submit. And she WILL submit to me.
All human women want to prove that they can be strong and independent women. I need my mate to be able to be strong and independent but also to sit back and let me take the reins.
My perfect woman. But she just doesn’t exist.
“Get out of your head, man,” Cody says after I walk pass him. “You are going out to have some fun, release a little stress. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet your mate.”
Yeah, right. “My mate isn’t human,” I inform him with a slight roll of my eyes.
“You never know,” he winks back at me. He knows how I feel about humans.
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