Hello everyone,
Welcome back to the world of Werewolves and Indians. This series, Dark Weres, introduces Betty's family from the south. We learn a bit more about the Jackson Pack in this chapter. This is not intended to be a raunchy sex tale, but a well told story; so if sex is all you're looking for, please feel free to move on to another story that can satisfy your needs. I have decided that I will write this story and stay true to my own vision. I certainly hope you enjoy it.
Thank you Andi for editing this chapter and supporting me as I created this story.
For your enjoyment, I present Dark Weres Chapter Two.
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Ryelle visited the Kingsley Pack for about a week. Within the week, Ja'Mal had a conference call with Alpha Alphonso and Betty had a chance to speak to her father for the first time in decades. It was very emotional for Betty, because she knew how upset he was when she left. She knew he had his reasons for his beliefs, and she lived through a lot of it with him. She resisted Carl when she met him, but her wolf would not be denied. Carl even tried to resist the pull towards her. After meeting members of her pack, he got the message loud and clear. The alpha would not approve. His wolf would not give her up, and eventually he had to face the furious alpha.
Alpha Alphonso did not mince words and Betty recalled the hateful things he spewed at her mate. Carl did not disrespect him, nor did he back down. Momma begged her to reconsider. There were males in the pack that were available. She pleaded with her to pick one of them, but the fates gave her Carl.
She was so angry. However, Carl spoke. "Betty, your parents are amazing and I understand. I wish things weren't like this. If I were dark, then he would not have a problem with me. But I'm a white man. Even I can understand why he is upset. I have lived many years, and he has every right to be wary. Although, I understand, that does not mean I can walk away from you. You are my mate, my heart, Betty. I will show your father respect, but I will not walk away from you."
"It's not fair. I know he went through a lot. I know he was a slave, but it's not like that anymore. He knows that a mate can never hurt you. I don't' understand." She cried. Carl held his mate and he knew. Tomorrow, this beautiful brave woman would have to make a decision that would change her forever. He prayed that she chose him. She did.
Ja'Mal spoke with his grandfather and had to admit a part of him was angry. For his whole life he felt alone, defective, yet he had an entire family. One morning as his uncle visited, Ja'Mal called. He needed to speak freely with his grandfather, and he did not want to have to censor his words. So he checked on his mate, and she and the kids were fine. Then he asked Jacob to make sure he had two hours of uninterrupted time. He needed to call Alpha Alphonso.
"Good morning, Grandfather. I know it's early, but I needed to speak with you." Ja'Mal explained. Alphonso sighed. His grandson was not one to mince words. He was proud of that. It spoke volumes on how he was raised. The fair were that fathered him did a great job teaching him. Alphonso was aware that Carl was killed decades ago when his grandson was a boy. He felt a strange kinship with the young man even as his pride in him grew.
"You knew about me. Yet, you never tried to check on us. I don't understand grandfather. She was still your daughter, yet you never checked on her." Ja'Mal surmised.
Alphonso took a deep breath. "Son, I have no excuse. I was stubborn and angry. It became easier to pretend that Abettia defied me instead of admitting I was wrong. I know I don't have the right to ask and you have every right to refuse, but please let me back into your lives. Let me become a part of your family once again." Alphonso pleaded.
Ja'Mal sighed, still hurt, still angry. Closing his eyes, he recalled the taunts from the other wolves his age; as a youth he recalled being watched in human society. He had no one that understood besides Momma. Momma never spoke ill of her parents. She always said that one day he would understand, yet he did not. He looked at Layla and his unborn son. He could never see a time he would dismiss his children without so much s a word. However, something about his grandfather intrigued him.
After talking with Alphonso for some time, the two disconnected and Ja'Mal took some time to compose himself.
Love, do you need me?
Kerri sent.
I love you, Kerri. I'm fine. We can talk later.
He sent a shaft of love to his mate.
Meanwhile, Ryelle was with Abettia. She was amazing, his sister. For decades he worried, torn and afraid. What no one knew was that he and his brothers defied fathers decree and searched for their sister. They found her and Carl and Carl spoke with all of them. He told them that he would protect and love their sister. They needed to go home and help their father. Ryelle wanted to refuse and stay, but Carl was right.
Even on the journey back, they were stopped by the police several times and held simply because the police said they looked suspicious. Even when they clearly had no reason to detain them at all, because they were strange men from some other place, they were often questioned. Jebutu was struggling with his own anger at how they were treated. Jebutu often wondered if his child had lived, would he still have to face the same injustices they dealt with on a daily basis. But his child was gone, simply because his mother didn't want him. He searched for his face in every place they drove through. Ryelle's heart broke for his older brother, but now in this place he was overjoyed because his oldest nephew lived.
He talked with Ja'Mal on several occasions as Marcus eyed him suspiciously. He had not had the opportunity to approach him and he was cautious. Before he left, he was talking with his other nephew. However, he had gotten to know Abettia's son well over the few days. Ja'Mal had gone through so much in his young life. Ryelle understood. It was not easy being a black man, let alone a dark were. Even when you did nothing wrong, you were always eyed with suspicion.
He was so happy that he and his mother found a safe haven with this pack. Now he needed to talk to Marcus. If his feeling was right, then he found his other nephew. Jebutu cried for over a year when Cecily left. When they found her body and no evidence of a child, it crushed his older brother. But first he needed to talk with him. He was returning home in a few days, and he would talk with Marcus and learn what he could about him. Ryelle was up early and ready to go. As he exited his room, his niece Layla waylaid him. "Unka Ryelle, ride." She cried wanting a piggy back ride.
Kerrie joined him and laughed. "Ryelle, I tried to warn you. Now you do know the others will want one too." Ryelle smiled and simply enjoyed his family.
Ryelle joined the alpha pair for breakfast as Marcus helped his mate serve. Ryelle frowned a bit. At Jackson, the males would never serve food. That was work mainly for women. "Uncle, you will find that here at Kinglsey, we do what is best for the pack. Hell, even I help serve dinner when extra hands are needed." Ja'Mal explained. He then noticed Marcus's mate, Patricia was her name. She was beautiful and his nephew was a lucky man. It seemed both of his nephews mated with fair Weres as well.
Marcus noticed that the guy watched him, and today we were getting to the bottom of it. As soon as everyone was eating, Marcus excused himself from the morning crew. He approached Ryelle. Ryelle started to speak but chose not to. "Look, you've been watching me, Ryelle? What are you up to?" He demanded.
"Marcus, I meant no harm. You reminded me of someone." He explained. "My brother, you look like my oldest brother. He lost his child decades ago and well, you look like both of them." Then his sister joined them.
