Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male
Prologue
What the hell am I doing? Am I about to make the biggest mistake of my life?
I was laying on a huge king size bed in my hotel room in my tux. I wanted to try it on, hoping that it wouldn’t fit so I could use that as an excuse. But to no avail. Damn tailor got it right for once in his miserable life. Hell, any other time I’d have to make a few trips for him to get it right. But damn if he didn’t do it perfect on the first try.
Tomorrow I’m getting married, and feelings of doubt have suddenly started to surface. Don’t get me wrong; I love my future bride. But is that enough? Do I love her enough to sustain forever?
God this feels wrong. I feel like I’m about to embark on a journey to hell with no ice water. I’m about to play in the super bowl, and I get hurt coming out of the tunnel. No, better yet; there’s no ball to even play the game. How would you play football with no pigskin?
Okay, these are bad sports analogies, but you get the point. This feels like the wrong thing to do.
I’m such a douche, I know, to pick the day before my nuptials to call off the wedding. But I feel like if I don’t, I will be making the biggest mistake of both of our lives. Hell, I’m doing her a favor too. It’s clear she can’t see the forest for the trees. She’s been so wrapped in the moment that she can’t see how wrong this feels… or maybe she does and is just too afraid to tell me.
Fuck me, I thought. What should I do?
I sat up and ran my hands through my unruly blonde hair that I let grow entirely too long. I then smiled at the many times she ran her hands through my hair, gripping it tightly while I skillfully brought her over the sexual edge.
I felt my loyal solider get happy between my legs, just thinking about those exhilarating moments. But I quickly went back to the wedding, which quickly flattened my excitement.
I have to tell her. It’s the right thing to do. I mean, what kind of a man would I be if I went through with this? She would hate the fuck out of me, and I don’t want that. Again, as I told you, I love the hell out of that woman. She’s everything to me. I would move heaven and earth for her with no hesitation. It’s just that…fuck…this sucks.
You know what; I’m going to stop being a coward. I’m a Navy SEAL, for fuck sake. I’ve toppled governments. I can handle this shit.
I reached for my cell phone and dialed her number. She quickly answered, and I heard the smile in her voice.
“Hey, future hubby,” she said in her sexy ass voice. You know, I could just listen to her recite the fucking phone book and beat off to just her voice. It was velvety and smooth. Damn, I loved every bit of this woman. So if that’s the case what the hell am I doing, you ask. It beats the fuck out of me.
“Mason, you all right?” she asked me.
I cleared my throat. It’s now or never, numb nuts.
”Actually, no. I’ve been thinking…”
Four years earlier…
Chapter 1
Mason
I’ve been pounding this damn bag for hours now. I half expect my arms to fall off. But I’m a Navy SEAL, or at least I used to be. I don’t quit, and I’ll let nothing beat me. So I keep pounding away, listening to my fellow ex-SEAL, Alex Starks, tell me how I’m punching like a pussy just to get a rise out of me. Now I’m not a sucker for name calling, but the way he’s calling me a pussy is starting to piss me off. I’ve been going at it strong for at least four hours, and his ass has been standing around just watching. We’re working out at the official amateur MMA fighting facility on the South Side of Philadelphia. There are about ten boxers here training and getting weighed in for the season that will start in two days.
I stopped punching the bag once he announced how he could do better with his hands tied behind his back, and growled, “You wanna take the place of this bag?”
Alex and I have been friends for a very long time. We joined the Navy at the same time, about ten years ago, and joined SEAL Team Twelve at the same time as well. We both had each other’s backs the moment we both completed the SEAL Challenge during the first week of boot camp. After that, we continued to make sure we both stayed alive throughout every mission we were on.
Alex and I have been on the same SEAL team ever since we joined. But the one time our bright and all-knowing superiors decided to split up the talent, he ended up almost losing his life. He left the Navy two years before I did and started up a boxing gym in his home town. When I was finally released from the Navy, I looked him up. I didn’t feel like going home just yet, and I wanted to make sure Alex was settled in and doing okay. It’s hard for military bred people to go back home and fit right in. Many people I heard either went crazy, became drunks and homeless or killed themselves because they didn’t fit in or couldn’t outrun the nightmares.
What the hell am I doing? Am I about to make the biggest mistake of my life?
I was laying on a huge king size bed in my hotel room in my tux. I wanted to try it on, hoping that it wouldn’t fit so I could use that as an excuse. But to no avail. Damn tailor got it right for once in his miserable life. Hell, any other time I’d have to make a few trips for him to get it right. But damn if he didn’t do it perfect on the first try.
Tomorrow I’m getting married, and feelings of doubt have suddenly started to surface. Don’t get me wrong; I love my future bride. But is that enough? Do I love her enough to sustain forever?
God this feels wrong. I feel like I’m about to embark on a journey to hell with no ice water. I’m about to play in the super bowl, and I get hurt coming out of the tunnel. No, better yet; there’s no ball to even play the game. How would you play football with no pigskin?
Okay, these are bad sports analogies, but you get the point. This feels like the wrong thing to do.
I’m such a douche, I know, to pick the day before my nuptials to call off the wedding. But I feel like if I don’t, I will be making the biggest mistake of both of our lives. Hell, I’m doing her a favor too. It’s clear she can’t see the forest for the trees. She’s been so wrapped in the moment that she can’t see how wrong this feels… or maybe she does and is just too afraid to tell me.
Fuck me, I thought. What should I do?
I sat up and ran my hands through my unruly blonde hair that I let grow entirely too long. I then smiled at the many times she ran her hands through my hair, gripping it tightly while I skillfully brought her over the sexual edge.
I felt my loyal solider get happy between my legs, just thinking about those exhilarating moments. But I quickly went back to the wedding, which quickly flattened my excitement.
I have to tell her. It’s the right thing to do. I mean, what kind of a man would I be if I went through with this? She would hate the fuck out of me, and I don’t want that. Again, as I told you, I love the hell out of that woman. She’s everything to me. I would move heaven and earth for her with no hesitation. It’s just that…fuck…this sucks.
You know what; I’m going to stop being a coward. I’m a Navy SEAL, for fuck sake. I’ve toppled governments. I can handle this shit.
I reached for my cell phone and dialed her number. She quickly answered, and I heard the smile in her voice.
“Hey, future hubby,” she said in her sexy ass voice. You know, I could just listen to her recite the fucking phone book and beat off to just her voice. It was velvety and smooth. Damn, I loved every bit of this woman. So if that’s the case what the hell am I doing, you ask. It beats the fuck out of me.
“Mason, you all right?” she asked me.
I cleared my throat. It’s now or never, numb nuts.
”Actually, no. I’ve been thinking…”
Four years earlier…
Chapter 1
Mason
I’ve been pounding this damn bag for hours now. I half expect my arms to fall off. But I’m a Navy SEAL, or at least I used to be. I don’t quit, and I’ll let nothing beat me. So I keep pounding away, listening to my fellow ex-SEAL, Alex Starks, tell me how I’m punching like a pussy just to get a rise out of me. Now I’m not a sucker for name calling, but the way he’s calling me a pussy is starting to piss me off. I’ve been going at it strong for at least four hours, and his ass has been standing around just watching. We’re working out at the official amateur MMA fighting facility on the South Side of Philadelphia. There are about ten boxers here training and getting weighed in for the season that will start in two days.
I stopped punching the bag once he announced how he could do better with his hands tied behind his back, and growled, “You wanna take the place of this bag?”
Alex and I have been friends for a very long time. We joined the Navy at the same time, about ten years ago, and joined SEAL Team Twelve at the same time as well. We both had each other’s backs the moment we both completed the SEAL Challenge during the first week of boot camp. After that, we continued to make sure we both stayed alive throughout every mission we were on.
Alex and I have been on the same SEAL team ever since we joined. But the one time our bright and all-knowing superiors decided to split up the talent, he ended up almost losing his life. He left the Navy two years before I did and started up a boxing gym in his home town. When I was finally released from the Navy, I looked him up. I didn’t feel like going home just yet, and I wanted to make sure Alex was settled in and doing okay. It’s hard for military bred people to go back home and fit right in. Many people I heard either went crazy, became drunks and homeless or killed themselves because they didn’t fit in or couldn’t outrun the nightmares.