Summer of the Beast

Summer of the Beast

by Trinity Blacio

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Copyright © 2011 by Trinity Blacio Ravenous Romance® 100 Cummings Center Suite 123A Beverly, MA 01915 All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission from the publisher, except by reviewers who may quote brief excerpts in connection with a review. ISBN-13: 978-1-60777-437-2 This book is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten

Chapter One

Violet Vanworth stared out the window of her new home, boxes behind her left unpacked. “I miss you, Momma,” she whispered to herself. It was hard to believe she was in a new town. Just two months ago Violet's world had turned upside down when her mother, Ashley Vanworth, had been attacked and beaten coming home from work, and left for dead. She'd had only had one hour with her mother before she had died, and in that hour, Violet's life took a nosedive. Not only had her mother lied to her about her father, but she had known where he was for the past twenty-five years and hadn't told her a thing. The town of Wonder, her father's last known address, was where she now resided. After settling all her mother's affairs, Violet had found her mother owned a home in Wonder. She'd taken a deep breath before asking her, “Why would you purchase a home here, Mom, and never live in it?” Now, turning on the stereo and the light, Violet started unpacking her belongings, adding pictures and knickknacks to the ones she'd already set out in the home. The house had been fully decorated and ready for her, as if her mother had known she would come here one day. Violet shook her head, knowing her mother's gift of sight most likely had made her purchase this place for her. Tomorrow Violet would start getting acquainted with the town while looking for a part-time job. It was purely to keep herself busy; it wasn't as if she needed the money. Her mother had left her well off. “Damn, forgot to go to the store,” Violet mumbled, then grabbed her purse and keys. Ten minutes later, Violet pushed the grocery cart down the aisle of the small town store. She had received a few stares as soon when she walked into the store, but she ignored them, knowing she was new to their town. As Violet reached for a can of coffee, a large hand from behind her grabbed it off the top shelf and handed it to her. “Here you go. I haven't seen you around town. Are you visiting?” She turned with the coffee in her hand and glanced up and up until she finally stared into the face of the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. His black hair was pulled back into a braid down his back, and he had dark green eyes and a mustache. He stood at least six feet or more, and a body that weightlifters could appreciate. Um, do you think so?” She immediately slapped her hand over her mouth and rolled her eyes. “I'm so sorry. It's just growing up in New York, you don't trust anyone.” She smiled and glanced down at the floor when his laugh filled the room.

“Don't worry about it. My name is Landon Drews and I'm kind of like the mayor of this small town. I usually hear about new people moving in, so I was just surprised, that's all.” He brushed a lock of her red hair behind her ear. “Actually, my mother bought the house more than ten years ago, but just had it furnished six months ago. If you'll excuse me, I must get going.” She turned to leave, but he gently put his hand on her arm. “I'm sorry if I dragged up painful memories. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask. We're a very close-knit and friendly town.” The scent of his aftershave or cologne had her taking a deep breath and sighing. “Thank you, and no, you didn't do anything.” She glanced over her shoulder. “But there is something you can help me with. I'm looking for a Castor Bloodstone. Would you know how I can get a hold of him?” Landon frowned. “He's a friend. How do you know him?” Violet glanced back at her cart. “He was a friend of my mother's a long time ago. I have some personal matters to discuss with him. If you could inform him where I live, and give him my phone number, I would appreciate it.” She grabbed a pen and small piece of paper out of her purse and wrote down her new address, her mother's name, and her own name and cell phone number. “I'm sure he'll recognize her name.” Landon took the card and glanced at it. “I'll give this to him, but you could meet him tomorrow night, if you'd like. The town is having our Fourth of July cookout at the high school and everyone will be there. I would be happy to introduce you to him and his wife, Grace. I could pick you up around four?” Something about this red-headed woman called to his inner wolf, but for some reason he had a bad feeling her appearance would cause trouble in his town. “I don't know if I'm up for a party, but it would be nice to meet a few people. Okay, four it is. Do I need to bring a dish or something?” She smiled up at him, but her dark brown eyes were sad, the smile not reaching them. “No, there will be plenty of food. Bring a light jacket because it gets cool after dark, though. I'll see you tomorrow, Violet.” He took her small hand and kissed her knuckles. Her face turned a light shade of pink and she once more glanced down at the floor. “Goodnight, Landon.” Carefully, she pulled her hand out of his and he watched as she made her way down the aisle. Her round hips swayed back and forth in her navy skirt. His beta, Kelvin, stepped up next to him. “So what do you think of our new lady? Is she one of us?”

Landon tucked the card into his pocket. “Weird thing is I couldn't tell. It was as if her scent was masked somehow, and I believe she has no idea about it either. You and Salvador find out what you can about her mother, Ashley Vanworth. I don't like surprises in my town and I have a feeling we're all going to be in for one. We're going to have to watch her, but let the pack know no one is to harm her, or they'll answer to me.” The thought of any harm coming to her almost drove him to his knees. “Damn, this isn't good. My wolf is going crazy.” Kelvin nodded. “I'm afraid yours isn't the only one. When I walked into the store and saw you talking to her, it was all I could do not to join you. Do you think she's the one for us?” Landon turned and slapped Kelvin on the back. “I don't know, but we need to see how Salvador reacts to her tomorrow, too. And I want to know how she knows the King's son. Ever since he moved here fifty years ago, we've had to tighten security. I'll have to inform Norris about Violet so they won't be shocked when we show up tomorrow.” He walked out into the night air and took a deep breath. “That's another reason why I was searching for you. It seems the King will be at tomorrow night's festival. We already have some of his guards showing up at the hotel.” Kelvin slipped his arm around him and nipped his neck. “Damn, I wish they would give us more notice. Okay, inform the Dog squad they'll be needed tomorrow for security. I want you and Salvador with me tomorrow when we pick up Violet. If she is our fourth, then I want her to get used to us all right from the start.” He grinned. “Let's take the bikes out tomorrow and see how she handles riding.” Kelvin laughed at Landon's double entendre as they both got into the SUV. “That was bad, but I like the idea. It's been a while since we've been on them.” Even at fifty, Landon was still youthful-looking, but that hadn't stopped him from challenging the last alpha for his position when he'd walked into a meeting with the alpha and two rogue males. Landon growled, remembering the alpha's plan to slowly bring the rogues into their town. No one would have been safe if he hadn't challenged him and won. To this day, his pack might still see him as a youngster, but they knew all too well that when he was pushed into a corner, Landon was deadly. He took his responsibilities seriously and expected those who worked under him to do so also. He glanced at Kelvin and grinned, remembering the day he had met him and Salvador at a conference for alphas. One meeting and all three knew they belonged together. After many months Kelvin and Salvador had moved their packs to Wonder, creating one of the largest packs in the United States. All three of them ruled with iron fists. Kelvin turned in his seat and stared at him. “Have you talked to Norris, the security guy for the king?” Landon shook his head. “Nope, he just got into town last week and has been out at Caser's since then. Why?”

“Make sure you talk to him tomorrow. Both Salvador and I have already met him.” “Spit it out, Kelvin. You never keep anything from me.” Landon glanced at him quickly, then back at the road. “When I first met him, it was like meeting you all over. The feelings and the signs were there. Salvador had the same reaction.” He ran his hand through his brown wavy hair. “Our family pack might be bigger than the four of us if Norris and Violet are part of it.” He parked the car in the garage next to the three Harleys and stared at him. “Five of us? I've heard of it happening, but it's been rare to have a family unit so big. In most cases, it was because of royalty or power.” He tapped his fingers on the dashboard and sighed. “Well, it seems tomorrow is going to be a long day. Come on, let's get something to eat and wait for Salvador to come home so we can plan for tomorrow.”

Chapter Two

Violet kicked her car again. “You stupid pile of shit!” Her morning had started out great. The kitchen was unpacked along with her bedroom, and she even found an ad in the local paper for a waitress position at a private club she wanted to check out before tomorrow's application day. But that wasn't going to happen with her car out of commission. At least she saw the pile of goop rolling out of the car before she took off. She blew her hair out of her face and turned around to get the local telephone book to call a tow truck and find a rental. There were no local car rental companies, so after three calls and pleading, the local garage agreed to come out and take a look at her car. Violet sat on the front porch in her jeans and halter top waiting for the guy. She was also waiting for Mr. Hunk to show up. Violet smiled, not believing she had accepted a date with him. Living in New York she had always been careful; no matter where she went there was a feeling of being followed. Yet staring up into his green eyes for the very first time, she felt safe and she didn't know why. When she heard the diesel engine, she glanced up and watched as the tow truck pulled in backwards to her driveway. Violet made her way to the man and smiled, shaking his hand. “Thank you so much for coming. I was just afraid to drive it with the fluid coming from under her.” “It's no problem, miss. Let me take a quick look underneath, then we'll go from there.” He grabbed the jack from the bed of his truck and proceeded to raise her car up as three motorcycles turned the corner onto her street. They pulled into her driveway and she stared as Landon raised his sunglasses and smiled. “Having problems, little lady?” He swung his leather-clad leg over the bike after he dropped the kickstand. His two tall and amazing friends followed suit. Violet sighed. “Yes, I was going to go run to this club and check it out because they are doing interviews tomorrow, but when I came outside this morning, some oily stuff was leaking out from underneath the car. I was afraid to drive it. It's weird, because I just had the stupid thing checked out before I drove here.” Landon put his arm around her and walked her towards the garage as the man came out from underneath. “So what did you find, Hank?” The guy laughed and shook his head. “Should have known it was you three.” Then he frowned. “The break line's gone. She's damn lucky she didn't drive it. Miss, I can have this fixed by tomorrow and bring it back for you by twelve. Is that okay?” She sighed. “That would be great. I don't have to be at the club till three. Thank you so much. Do you need my credit card number now?” Violet turned to run into the house, but Landon held onto her.

“Don't worry about it now, Violet. Hank will take care of that tomorrow. Hank, why don't you do a real good sweep of her car to make sure nothing else is wrong with it?” Violet could have sworn she heard a little growl after his question, but he smiled down at her, distracting her. “Just to make sure, that trip from New York is a long one and sometimes after a long trip the vehicle might show some other problems.” “Okay, but I still need a car for tomorrow, Landon, and there's no rental place around here.” The mechanic nodded to Landon and prepared to tow her car. “Don't worry about the club. I can give you a ride there. As it happens, I know the owner really well.” He grinned as his friends laughed behind them. “Oh, I'm being rude. Violet Vanworth, I'd like you to meet my partners, roommates, and best friends, Kelvin Cloud and Salvador Guárico.” Salvador stepped forward and took her hand, kissing the inside of her wrist. “It's a pleasure to meet you, senorita. Landon was right. You are a beautiful woman.” Her cheeks heated and she glanced away and stared at the back of the tow truck. “Thank you, Salvador. No one has ever called me beautiful before I came to this town.” She smiled. “Well, then, you must have fools for men in New York,” he teased and stepped back. Violet laughed. “Creeps, more like.” She turned to Kelvin, who moved in front of her and kissed both of her cheeks. “I have to agree with Salvador. You are a beauty. It's New York's loss and our gain to have you here.” She fanned her face. “You guys sure know how to make a girl's head spin. Let me go grab my jacket and purse.” Violet nodded to the bikes. “I take it we're going for a ride?” She laughed and moved to the porch, glancing over her shoulder at the three hunks. All three of them stared at her, their gazes traveling up and down her body. “Oh, we'll be going for a ride many times,” Landon said. “You are very bad, Mr. Drews.” Violet shook her head and grabbed her jacket and purse, taking a deep breath. Violet had a feeling that when she got home tonight, her small toy was going to get a nice workout. Stepping out of the house, Violet locked the door and strolled over to Hank, who stood talking to Landon. “Here are the keys to the car, and you have my phone number if you need to get hold of me. I don't care what the cost is. I need to have it fixed, unless it would be cheaper for me to buy another one.” She laughed. “Which I hope I don't. I've gotten used to this car.” “I'll give you a call tomorrow. See you at four at the party.” Hank crawled into the truck and took off with her car as Landon handed her a helmet.

“Put it on, Violet. Don't want anything to happen to you.” He sat on the bike. “Give me your purse. I'll put it in the saddlebag.” Violet handed it to him and sat behind him on the bike, fastening the helmet. “Okay, I'm ready.” She wrapped her arms around his muscular frame and took a deep breath. God, he smells divine. Violet kept glancing at the two men who rode beside them. Each man was a treasure trove of awesome masculine features. The way their long muscular legs hugged the Harleys had her imagining what else was long on their body. Damn, I need to get a man. They pulled into the high school parking lot and Violet whistled. The parking lot was packed. There had to be more than two hundred cars. Landon pulled his bike right up to the high school and turned off the engine. “This place is packed. Is it always like this on the Fourth of July?” She took off the helmet and handed it to Landon as he helped her off the bike. “Every time the town throws a shindig, everyone comes out. You'll have a good time, don't worry.” He returned her purse and she took out her brush. “Thanks.” Violet brushed her long red hair. All three men escorted her into the back of the high school. “Are you expecting trouble?” She nodded to the security men who walked around, each one nodding to them as they passed them. “No, but we always have security with a big event like this. You never know what the teenagers will do next.” He laughed and nudged her. “Hey, I was a good girl in high school, thank you very much. Graduated with honors, matter of fact, and my mom was—how can I say this?—very overprotective of me. I had personal guards throughout school, but I finally put a stop to that two months ago.” She glanced around at the different booths and smiled at the people. Only on a few occasions had her mother let her go to a carnival or anything like this. “I have a feeling I'm going to be spending more money here at these booths than anything else.” She laughed and glanced up at Landon, who frowned down at her. “What do you mean, you had guards up until two months ago?” He stopped and held onto her waist. Violet sighed. “Mom was paranoid that someone would grab me and take me away from her. Until two months ago, I had a constant shadow, but when she died, I let the guards go. I can take care of myself, and Mom wasn't around to worry, so I didn't need them.” She pulled on his arm. “Now come on, I want to try to win a big stuffed animal today. One of you guys can strap it down on the back of your bike for me tonight when you take me home.” They all moaned.

For an hour she tried to win a big stuffed wolf, but not once did she come close, until Kelvin pushed her out of the way and knocked down all three of the bottles. “Pick which one you like.” He grinned down at her and she pointed to the black and gray one. She reached up on her tiptoes and dragged his head down, kissing his lips. “Thank you. My first gift from a man!” Violet hugged the wolf when the man handed it to her, smiling. Kelvin wrapped his arm around her and they joined Landon and Salvador. “You have to be kidding, right? About never getting a gift from a man?” Kelvin asked, taking the wolf as Landon handed her a beer. She shook her head. “Nope, told you, my mom was paranoid. Had a total of two dates behind my mother's back, and both ended badly. So I just gave up and concentrated on my classes, even in college. It wasn't always so bad. Mom and I went to plays and concerts, and we traveled.” Kelvin stopped one of the security men and gave him her wolf. “Would you go strap this onto my bike for me?” The guard grinned and took the wolf with him. “Aren't you afraid someone will steal it?” She watched the man carry her gift away as Landon leaned down and whispered in her ear. “No one will steal it, I promise. Now, come on, I see Cesar and his wife.” Landon wrapped his arm around her while Kelvin held onto her hand. Her stomach knotted and her hands grew sweaty. They stopped in front of two large men and one beautiful woman. Security guards were all around them. ****

“Caser, Blane, Grace I'd like you to meet Violet Vanworth.” Landon rubbed her arm when he felt her tremble next to him, and leaned down to whisper. “Hey, it's okay. They aren't going to bite.” Caser stepped forward and held out his hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you. I understand you were asking about me.” He studied her. “Maybe we should do this at a different time, when we are alone. I don't want to ruin anyone's day.” Violet glanced up at him, and he could have sworn there were tears in her eyes. “There is nothing my father or wife doesn't know. So, please, I'm dying of curiosity here. You thought I might have known your mother, but the name isn't familiar to me.” Violet pulled away from him, dug into her purse, and pulled out an envelope. “This was given to me to give to you. I found it in my mother's safe when she died. Attached was a letter explaining a few

things to me. She wanted you to have it. As you can see, I haven't opened it. My mom's personal seal is still on it.” Her hand trembled as Caser took the letter and opened it. She glanced up at him again and moved closer to him. Landon could tell she was scared half to death, and he didn't like it one bit. Both Kelvin and Salvador stepped in closer, both running their hands on her arms and back, trying to reassure her when he heard the growl. Violet stepped back and glanced around, ready to bolt. “I'm sorry. Please, don't be mad.” She buried her head into his chest when he wouldn't release her. The king of all werewolves, Blane, Castor's father, stepped forward and read the letter. “Have you heard of this happening before?” he asked his father before he turned to his wife and handed her the letter. “No, but it could happen, especially since we don't know anything about her mother's kind.” Both men stared at Violet as Grace crumbled the letter in her hand. “You just couldn't keep it in your pants, could you?” She snarled and marched away from the group, flinging the paper onto the ground. Caser picked up the paper and unfolded it. “Violet, look at me, please.” Slowly she lifted her head, her eyes swollen from tears, and her lips trembled. “I didn't want to hurt you or your family. I just wanted to meet my father. Was I so wrong?” Her voice was a mere whisper, but they had heard her, and he tightened his grip on her. “No, child, it wasn't wrong. I want you to read this letter, Violet. It might help explain a few things to you too.” He handed her the letter and she wiped her face, reading. Landon read over her shoulder and learned her mother was one of the most powerful witches around. No wonder Violet had been protected all her life. “I don't understand. My mother was a witch, as in a real witch, and you are a werewolf? There has to be a mistake, but…” Her hand flew to her mouth. “That's why she could see things and do things. I swear if she was here right now…” She glanced at her father. “Then you really are a werewolf.” She glanced around her, then up at Landon. “You too?” He laughed. “Afraid so, baby. The three of us are the alphas of this town. Your father is a prince of all werewolves and your grandfather is our king.” “King!” she squeaked, and her head spun around to Blane. “Oh my God, I didn't know. I swear I didn't.” She tried to back up, but he held onto her. “What's wrong, Violet?” Kelvin leaned down and stared into her face.

“I didn't do this on purpose. Please believe me. I don't want anything from them. Mom left me well off. I'll keep it quiet, I promise. My God, your wife! What have I done?” She tore out of their arms and ran towards the front of the school. Landon caught up with her, along with the others. “Easy, Violet. We know you didn't do this to cause trouble.” Landon held her tight and rubbed her back. Blane stepped up to them. “I take it she's your mate?” He glanced at Kelvin and Salvador, and he nodded. “We think so, yes.” The king nodded. “Violet, can you look at me for a minute? I want to ask you a couple of questions.” “Come on, Violet. Where's that New York backbone I saw at the grocery store last night?” Landon teased and lifted her chin up. “Right now it's running back to New York.” She slowly turned when they all laughed, and Blane smiled. “First question. I take it you have guards?” Blane glanced around, then frowned down at her. She toed the dirt with her foot. “I did until two months ago when I let them all go. It was a pain in the ass, having someone follow me everywhere.” Violet turned to glance back at Blane and he moaned, running his hand through his red hair. “Okay, that will have to be remedied before you leave here. Second, do you have a birthmark in the shape of a wolf head?” Violet turned her back to him, lowering the top of her jeans to show him the birthmark. “Is that what you're talking about?” Blane nodded and glanced at Caser, who stepped around them and smiled. “Welcome to the family, Violet.” He pulled her into his arms and hugged her. “If I had known, I would have come right away, Violet. I just never knew it was possible.” Caser stepped back. “I was having problems with my mate when I met your mother. Back then she was calling herself Morgan. Your mother and I had a one-night stand. Both of us were hurting and we took comfort in each other's arms.” He glanced around and Landon knew he was looking for his mate. “My mate, Grace, knew what happened long ago and has forgiven me, but it will take her time to get over this news.” Landon stiffened when Caser's son strolled up to them with three of his friends. “So this is my little sister. Tell me, Dad, how's the news going to go over when everyone finds out you, a royal blood, had a fling and created that?”

Violet cringed, but glared at him. “Excuse me, but I'm not a that,” she snapped. “My name is Violet. You might be my brother, but you will respect our father, you asshole. Everyone makes mistakes, even royalty. Look at Prince Charles.” Blane laughed at his grandson. “I suggest you watch your mouth, Wrath, or I'll personally cut all funds to you off. Say you're sorry to your sister now, before I come over there and knock you to your feet.” Wrath glared down at Violet. “Screw this. Cut me off. I don't need your money or the old man's. Oh, just so you know, Mother is gone. She told me to tell you to fuck off.” Never had he seen Caser move so fast, knocking his son to the ground. “Watch your mouth, and if I see or hear of one of your friends or you hassling your sister, I'll tear you apart. Is that understood? I've had enough of your spoiled ass. Go home!” He stepped back and slowly turned to Violet as Wrath left with his friends. “Well, that went well, didn't it?” Violet sighed. “I'm sorry about this. I didn't want to cause problems. Why don't you go talk to your wife? I'll stay away.” She patted Caser's arm, but he shook his head and smiled. “Oh, no, you don't. I just found out I had a daughter and I, for one, am going to get to know her. But you are right. I should go and talk to her.” He glanced up at him. “You three take care of my daughter, and Dad, do you have some men to assign to her?” Violet moaned and pounded her head onto his chest. “I really don't need any guards. I mean, I drove all the way here from New York and nothing happened.” “Yes, you do. Your brake line was cut, Violet. It didn't just break.” Landon squeezed his arms around her waist. “What?” All three—Blane, Caser and Violet—turned and stared at Landon. He nodded to Blane and Caser. “I don't even like the idea of her living alone.” She yanked away. “Listen, bud, you might be alpha whatever, but this is the first time I've had my own place and no one is going to ruin it for me! I want a normal life, for a change. I want to date, go where I want to, and I'll be damned if anyone is going to take that away from me!” she screamed and stomped her foot. Landon laughed and leaned down into her face. “There will be no dating unless it is one of us. You do know that you belong to us, Violet.” “Listen here you, you big overstuffed lug, I belong to no one. I just met you and your friends, so I will date whoever I please.” She poked his chest with her finger.

His wolf rose close to the surface and snarled, but Blane stepped between them. “Violet, calm down. There are a few things we need to talk about.” He turned and glanced at Landon. “Go find Norris. I believe you need to get answers from him. We'll meet you in the back where we have the blankets set up for the fireworks.”

Chapter Three

Violet let Blane take her back to the blankets and he sat down with her. Guards stood around them as she was handed a plate full of food. “Eat. We have lots to discuss before everyone gets here.” He sighed and leaned back, watching everyone around them. “I take it you haven't reached your twenty-fifth birthday?” Her grandfather glanced at her as she took a bite of her hot dog. “Not till August,” she mumbled around her food, and he nodded. “On your twenty-fifth birthday, you will shift for the first time. Females are slower with the change, giving their bodies time to adjust and find their mates. Each shifter has a mate. We know our mate through signs. Mates are equivalent to a human's wife or husband, but it's more. We have a physical bond with our mate. We can usually read each other's minds, sense if the other is hurt, and the males we are very possessive.” Violet frowned and tilted her head. “Landon claims to be my mate?” Blane nodded. “Landon, Kelvin, and Salvador are all mated together and now they have found their female, you, but there also be one more male in the picture. That is why I sent Landon and your mates to find out for sure.” She laid her plate down and glared at him. “Are you telling me I have three, maybe four, mates? Grandfather, I haven't even been with one man. How the hell am I going to handle four?” Blane smiled. “Oh, this is priceless. Your men are very lucky indeed, but don't worry, you'll handle them fine. The more powerful and the more mates you have, the more powerful family. With your mother's line and our line, you will be one of the strongest females around. You will need all your mates, Violet. They will help control your wolf and your powers.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You have your grandmother's eyes and nose. Sara would have loved to meet you. She always wanted a daughter, but we had only sons.” “Where is she?” Violet smiled at him and popped the last bite of her hot dog into her mouth. “She was killed two years ago by a man who decided he should be king. I couldn't get to her in time.” Blane sighed and sat up, taking a sip of his beer. “What happened to your mother, Violet? Are any of your mother's family alive?” Violet curled her legs under her and took a drink. “Mother was attacked coming home from some kind of job. She died an hour after I got to the hospital. I haven't met any of my mom's family. She always told me they didn't approve of her having me out of wedlock, but she wouldn't give me up.” Violet smiled. “It was just the two of us against the world. She made sure I experienced everything, and

that I studied hard. By the time I was twenty, I had a master's degree in English. I loved to write, so she encouraged me to follow my dream.” Blane glanced up and smiled. “Have you had anything published? What do you write?” Before she could answer, he stood up and shook another man's hand. The man was as tall as Landon, but had long blond hair which was also tied back. His gaze met hers; he had blue eyes which scanned her from head to toe. “Norris Zainfield, I would like you to meet my granddaughter, Violet Vanworth.” Blane held out his hand and Violet put her small hand into his as he helped her stand. “Violet, this man is in charge of my security team when I'm here and, am I right, your mate?” he asked the man, who smiled. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Violet, and I can't wait to get to know you.” He leaned down and kissed her lips softly. “You are a treasure, just as Landon said you are.” Violet rolled her eyes and shook her head. “I think I'm going to walk around some more. I still haven't seen half of the booths and I want to shop.” She smiled, flinging her purse over her shoulder. “Oh and Grandfather, yes, I'm published. I have two books of poems out and three romance novels. Be back in a little while.” She stepped away from the men, but her grandfather grabbed her around her waist and pulled her back. “I don't think so. You don't go anywhere without a guard. You might have been without them for the past two months, but I insist you have them now. Is that understood?” Blane held her gaze and she looked away. “Grandfather, there's tons of security around here. I'll be fine for a little while. I just need some time to think, alone.” Violet squirmed under his gaze, hoping she didn't sound like she was whining. “Norris, why don't you take my granddaughter around and I'll send Landon, Kelvin, and Salvador to you when they come back?” Blane ignored her request and pushed them towards the booths. “I swear, he's just like my mother.” She mumbled and looked at the first booth they came to. “Is it so bad to be with me?” Norris whispered behind her. “That dress would look pretty on you.” He pointed to a skimpy leather white halter dress. “Yeah, sure, if I didn't have thunder thighs. And no, it has nothing to do with spending time with you. It's about the guards Grandfather is bound for me to have.” She picked up a cute baby boy blanket and handed it to the woman behind the booth. “I'll take this, please.” Norris walked over and eyed the dress, then her. He picked it up and handed it to the lady. “I'll take this. Who's the baby blanket for?” Violet reached into her purse to pay when Norris handed the woman the money. “I could have bought the blanket. It's for a shelter in New York for women who have been abused. I pick up things now and then and send them to the home. One of my girlfriends from college had to go there one time,

but unfortunately her boyfriend found her going into class and killed her. So every time I see something, I send something to them to help the women there.” She smiled sadly. “So, who's the lucky girl, or do you have some secret fetish for woman's clothes?” Violet strolled through the back of the next booth, checking out the blankets. Norris laughed next to her. “I'm afraid I couldn't even get my legs into that dress, and you know who it's for. I'm sorry about your friend, Violet. I don't know how some men can hurt a woman, and I keep hearing more and more about it.” He shook his head, picked up a soft dragon blanket, and smiled. “I think my sister would love this.” Norris tucked it under his arm and continued to shop. “The center is trying to raise money to expand. They only have room for fifteen families and ten single women. I've sent them a check to help, but even I don't have that kind of money after paying off all my mother's bills. The center has had a fifty percent increase in women who have come to look for help in the past year alone.” Violet lifted up a fairy blanket and spread it out. “Isn't this beautiful? It will look perfect in my bedroom.” She smiled and folded the blanket to put it under her arm, but Norris took it, adding it to his pile. “Are you going to buy everything I pick up?” “Of course. I'm one of your mates. It's my job to take care of you. How much does the center need to add onto it?” Norris smiled down at her. She shook her head and moved to the jewelry. “I'm not sure how much they have raised lately, but last I heard they were short two hundred thousand. They are still having trouble with Paul Green. He's holding the building permits hostage.” She sighed. “I'm going to have to go back next month.” “Where are you going next month?” Landon moved up to her, kissed her cheek and nodded to Norris. “I have a board meeting with the women's center I help out. We're getting together to see what the landlord dickhead wants so we can get the building permits to add onto the women's shelter. So, what do you have there?” She smiled as he handed her a small box with holes in it. The box moved in her hands and she heard the whine inside. “What did you do?” Violet opened the box and laughed at the small puppy inside. “Landon, he's precious. Thank you.” She took him out and he licked her face, his small tail thumped against her hand. “A family brought their pups in and was selling them. We couldn't resist. I kind of figured you didn't have any pets growing up.” He attached a collar around the dog's neck, hooking a leash to it. “What do you want to name him?” Violet smiled. “How about Lancelot? We're going to have to stop and get food for him. And we can't take him on the bike, Landon. How are we going to get him home?” She put the puppy down and he ran all over the place, sniffing everyone.

“He's not ready yet to come with us, so I'll have the family drop him off when he's weaned. Why don't you have your grandfather help with the building permits? He has a lot of pull everywhere.” Landon laughed. Violet frowned. “I couldn't do that, Landon, I barely know him and I don't want it to look like I have my hand out.” She grabbed six pairs of earrings and three other blankets, but held onto them when Norris tried to take them. “No, this I pay for. You can buy my blanket, but these I want to buy for the center.” She patted his cheek when he frowned. ****

Landon took the puppy back to the family and they promised to bring him back when the time was right. Salvador walked next to him. “Sounds like Paul Green has been giving Violet and the center a hard time.” “I was thinking the same thing. Kelvin and Norris are trying to get some information from her now, but I don't want her to go back to New York, at least until she has her first shift.” He glanced up and laughed when he saw Violet shake her head as Kelvin held up a sexy leather corset. “Kelvin, I told you I'm too big for that. I'm not going to have my fat rolls hanging down. Now, stop it.” She turned and strolled back into the booth. “Get it, Kelvin. She'll need something for the club anyway.” Landon patted him on the back and turned to see her pick up a long black silk nightgown. His cock hardened and he moaned. She glanced up and smiled. “I take it you like this?” They all nodded and she handed it to Norris, who grinned. “I have this strange feeling you guys are going to buy out all the lingerie you see.” Violet moved over to another table and her face turned a bright red. She didn't even look up as she tried to move away from the table, but he wrapped his arms around her. “Hmm, what has you blushing so sweetly?” He kissed her neck and glanced down at the assortment of sex toys. “Do you know what kind of club you are applying for a job at tomorrow?” He teased. She glanced back up at him with her eyes so big. “You've got to be kidding. It's a sex club?” He nodded. “But honey, you won't be working there. You'll be visiting it with us. After all, it's our club.” Landon could smell her heat increase. Her nipples hardened and her pulse jumped all over the place. “I can't wait to see you tied up on the St. Andrew Cross, or bent over the spanking bench while Kelvin spanks your round butt.”

Landon brushed his hand over her breast and squeezed it. “These are so full and will fit my hands perfectly. We'll have to make sure to pick out a few toys for you tomorrow. We need to make sure we get some butt plugs to stretch you for us. Go to Kelvin while I shop.” Landon moved her to Kelvin's arms, knowing her legs were shaking. Kelvin wrapped his arms around her and turned around to watch Landon shop. He picked up three different butt plugs, two dildos, and two sets of nipple clamps when he straightened up and moaned. “Master, what are you doing here? Are you buying me more toys?” Carrie asked as she kneeled at his feet. “Yes, Landon, please make sure you buy her the right toys.” Violet stomped on Kelvin's foot and took off. “Salvador, go grab her. Carrie, get up. I'm sorry, Carrie, but it's over. We've found our mate. There will be no other female for us. We'll make sure we find you a good master tomorrow.” He handed the items to the saleslady and paid for his purchases. “Landon, I can't find her anywhere,” Salvador yelled as he came running to him when he stepped out of the booth. “Norris and Kelvin have taken the right side and I have the Dog Squad looking for her.” “She has no way home and I don't think she would leave her grandfather.” He growled and was making his way toward Blane when he spotted Violet throwing a basketball at one of the game booths. Landon slowly made his way to her side. She glanced at him, then back to basketball hoop. “Violet, I'm sorry, but you have to understand that two days ago we didn't know you would be here or that we would find our mate. There won't be any other females for us.” She put down another five dollars and nodded to the guy behind the booth. He handed her the basketball and she turned to him. “I was wrong to run out and I'm sorry.” She handed him the ball and nodded to the hoop. “What you did before we met is none of my business, Landon.” She glanced to her other side when Blane stepped up to them and frowned. “Are you okay?” “I'm fine. Just a little tired.” Violet turned back to him. “I'm waiting. I want that large dragon over there for Norris's sister. So get shooting.” She leaned over and whispered in his ear. “I hope I'm worth giving up every other woman. I've never been with a man before.” The basketball dropped out of his hand and he stared down at her. His cock twitched in his pants and he grinned when Norris, Kelvin, and Salvador groaned behind them. “Never?”

She shook her head and scooted into her grandfather's arms. Blane grinned. “Guess who's staying with Violet for the next few days? Castor and I have agreed it would be wise for me to stay with her, teach her our customs, and give you gentlemen time to court her properly. After all, you four are getting something priceless.” Violet laughed when all four of them grumbled. “Well, I guess you're going to have to wait to see me in those little things you bought for me.” Landon growled and started throwing the basketball until he won the dragon for her. The man handed her the dragon and she hugged it. “But I still want to go to your club tomorrow. I have to make sure my men keep their hands and other body parts to themselves. Well, at least other women.”

Chapter Four

Violet sat on the blanket with her coat wrapped around her and a hot chocolate in her hand. People gathered all around sitting on blankets waiting for the fireworks show to start. All four of her men stood around Blane and were talking to him. “Hey, sister dearest.” Wrath plopped down next to her and she jumped, sending hot chocolate all over her jeans. “Damn it, don't scare me like that,” she snapped and glared at her brother. “What do you want, Wrath? It's obvious you don't like me, so why come back?” He sneered at her. “You know you aren't going to get anything from dear old Granddad, right? So why show up here and screw up Dad's life?” “For your information, I don't want anything from either Granddad or Father. I just wanted to meet them and get to know them. I'm sorry if that screwed up your life, but I have a feeling you've already done a good job of that already. So why don't you run along with your hoodlum friends and leave me alone?” She started to stand but he yanked her back down. “Let go of my arm before you lose it.” “Listen here, you bitch—” “Wrath, release her now!” Blane snarled and pried his fingers off her arm. Large hands picked her up and she smiled up at Kelvin. “You okay?” He frowned as he glanced down at the hot chocolate staining her clothes. “I'm fine. Just a little sticky. I guess I'd better find a bathroom and try to get cleaned up.” Violet let Kelvin and Landon lead her to the ladies’ restroom inside the high school, and they stood outside to wait for her. Turning on the cold water, Violet tried to wash the stains out of her jeans when she heard one of the bathroom doors open behind her. She glanced in the mirror and into Grace's tear-filled face. “I'm so sorry, Grace. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble.” Grace sighed and glanced down at Violet's pants. “Did you burn yourself?” “No, it wasn't that warm. Are you okay? I'm really sorry about all of this. I didn't mean to hurt you or Father.” Violet ran more cold water over the paper towels she held and dabbed at the chocolate. Grace grabbed a few paper towels and proceeded to help her with the stains on her pants. “I have to admit it was a shock. I thought I had gotten over the betrayal, but I'm afraid seeing you in the

flesh just reopened the wound.” She glanced up at Violet and smiled. “I know it's not your fault, dear, but it will take me time to forgive your father. We will get past this.” She stood, throwing away the towels. “I do want to apologize for our son, though. I'll work on him. Once he gets over the fact that his father screwed up, he'll come around.” Violet snorted, gathering her purse. “I don't know about Wrath. But I hope you're right. I've always wanted an older brother.” She moved to the door. “Are you going to watch the fireworks with Father?” Landon and Kelvin glanced into the bathroom as they stepped out. “Everything okay?” “I'm fine. Grace and I were just talking.” Violet twirled her arms into both Kelvin's and Landon's. Grace walked beside Kelvin. “Caster will meet us back at the blankets. I hear Blane is going to be staying with you until the claiming.” She grinned as her men both mumbled yes. Violet grinned. “I was wondering if maybe one day this week we could get together and you could explain a few things to me. Since I don't know any female weres, there are many questions that I really would hate to ask Grandfather.” Landon bent down and nibbled her ear. “We can explain many things to you. All you have to do is ask.” She raised her head and smiled. “It's not the same, but thank you.” Violet glanced around the large area and saw more people had arrived for the fireworks. She loved the smell of food cooking as children ran from booth to booth playing, and lanterns were lit as the sun started to set. Grace nodded to everyone as they slowly made their way back to the blankets. “I would be honored to explain things to you.” Violet turned and stared at her father, who walked toward them. Caser smiled and had almost reached them when Violet heard the shot and her father fell to the ground. People screamed, running for cover as Landon and Kelvin threw her to the ground, covering with their bodies. Slowly Violet untangled herself from the men and inched towards her father. “You won't die on me, too,” she whispered, her hair full of static electricity, her fingers and body tingling as she pushed everything away from her. “I've got you, Father. You'll not leave this world for the next. You have too many who love you. I'm just sorry I couldn't get to know you. This is my fault and I will fix it.” Tears ran down her face as she slowly inched Grace off her father's body and covered it with hers.

Wrath ran to them and crouched down next to them. Violet looked at him. “I will save him, but keep everyone away from me. And, Wrath, I wish things could have been different, my dear brother.” Blood soaked the ground where Caser lay, a bullet in the back of his head. Violet held onto his soul while she closed his dead eyes and slid her hands to the back of his skull. The one gift she kept hidden rose to the surface and flowed into her father. ****

Landon, Kelvin, Norris, and Salvador surrounded Violet and her family. He had heard what she said and wanted to argue with her, but knew not to interrupt. He knew Caser was dead. No one could survive a bullet to the back of the head. Blane roared behind them, half shifting. “Find the person who did this, now!” Men shifted and ran in all directions, looking for the assassins, when the hair on Blane's arms stood up. He glanced behind him just as the bullet in Caser's head hit the ground beneath him. Bright light surrounded Caser and Violet. Her lips moved but no one could hear what she said, and her body slowly rose and hovered over Caser. Norris growled next to him and Landon glanced up to see a man glide over to Blane. His eyes glowed and magic whirled around him. “Blane, have everyone leave this area now. If you want your son and granddaughter to live, no one must see what she is doing.” “Mr. Vanworth, my son is already dead. There is nothing that can be done for him. Why are you here now?” Blane moved to intercept him from getting closer to Violet. Vanworth's gaze flickered to Blane's. “She is my granddaughter. Violet left New York before I could find her. Blane, your son might be dead right now, but our granddaughter is bringing him back. She's using one of the gifts given to her, but she has not reached the age to be at full power, and if I don't help her, we will lose them both. Right now she is willing to give her life up for his, but I won't allow it. So if you would, step aside so I can help her.” His heart stopped for a minute and he glanced back down at his mate. “No!” all four of them shouted and kneeled around her. “Save her. We just found her.” His claws sank into the grass, his vision that of the wolf's, and his body shook as he tried not to reach out to her, pulling her away from the danger. Blane snarled and waved his hand. Their clan ran, emptying the stadium. Music stopped, and all was quiet within fifteen minutes. “Save her, but know this, Vanworth. We will talk when you are finished.” Vanworth nodded and knelt down near Violet and her father. He placed his hands on top of her shoulders. “Use what I have, Granddaughter, and come back to us,” he whispered, closing his eyes.

Wind whipped around them, lightning rent the air, ancient chants from long ago could be heard all around them, and bright white lights flickered around the three. Violet's body arched, her eyes flashed open and a surge of power moved through her to Caser when she collapsed onto his body. Caser's eyes popped open and he wrapped his arms around Violet. “No! What did you do?” he cried, holding onto to her lifeless body. Landon howled, the wolf inside broke loose, and anger took control of his body until he felt a large hand on his shoulder. He glanced up to see Vanworth staring down at him. “She is not dead, just asleep. Come morning, Violet will awake, but she will be very weak. Do not leave her side. Others will know now that she and her children will be the next generation of powerful witches and wizards.” Vanworth glanced over at Blane. “Our family has made many mistakes, including driving my daughter away when we found out she carried Violet. We were wrong, and I've regretted that decision since my son made it. At first we believed Violet's uncle would carry on our powers with his line, but it wasn't the case.” Landon stood with Kelvin and Norris next to him. “What are you saying?” “Her uncle is the one who shot Caser, but he wasn't the target. Violet was. He's furious that she will carry on our line, and not him. I had hoped to get to her in New York, to protect her, but she disappeared before I could reach her.” Vanworth turned when Caser stood, holding Violet in his arms. “I couldn't catch my son. He'll hide until he has another opportunity to get to her. The only thing that can save her from him is to be claimed. Once she is claimed, he can't touch her. Violet's powers will come to her and her mates.” Landon stepped over to Blane. “Our home is better prepared to protect her. Please come stay with us, all of you. We can work this out together.” Blane nodded. “She shouldn't have to be rushed into being claimed, but it is best, for her protection.” Wrath and Grace moved to Caser, touching his face. “We thought we lost you,” Grace whispered and glanced down at Violet. “She is family now. We will welcome her home the right way.” “No one will hurt my family again. I was wrong, Father, and I'm sorry.” Wrath took her small hand into his. “She will know this big brother loves her if I have to prove it till the day I die.” Landon, Kelvin, Norris, and Salvador followed Caser and his family towards the front of the school. All around his clan gasped when they saw him and bowed their heads.

Landon stepped forward. “Go home now, all of you. When the time is right, we will have another day of celebration. Until then, watch for anyone who does not belong in our city. They will not harm our mate again.” Their pack growled and howled to the night at the threat to their female alpha. People strolled to their cars and others went to clean up in the stadium, celebrations put on hold until the claiming. Landon watched Caser hand Violet to Blane in the limo and turned to him. “We'll meet you at your house. We're all staying there until this threat is gone. I won't lose my daughter. When she healed me, a part of herself was joined to my soul. You four are very lucky. Landon. Don't ever hurt her or you will answer to me personally.” He helped Grace into the limo and got in after her. Wrath turned and stared at him. “I will do anything to help keep her safe, but Father is right, Landon. We will stand beside her and protect her.” Norris stepped up to his side as they watched the limo pull away. “We have a lot to work on tonight before our mate awakes.” He nodded. “Let's go home and prepare.” Landon turned to Norris. “You'll have your things moved to the house tomorrow?” He smiled and wrapped his hand around the base of his neck, bringing him closer. “I want all my mates at home.” Landon brought his mouth down to his and kissed him hard. “Mine!”

Chapter Five

Violet snuggled the pillow and moaned, her body sore from head to toe. What the hell did I do? Then it all came back—her father. “Dad!” She jumped up and glanced around the room she was in, which wasn't hers. “Easy, little sister, you're still weak.” Wrath stepped up to the bed and smiled down at her. “You're at Landon's home. We all are, and Dad is fine. He's talking with Granddad and Mr. Vanworth.” He gently sat down on the side of the bed and stared at her. “I want to apologize for yesterday. I was a total jerk. When I saw you cover our father's body with your own and do what you did, I knew then what a fool I had been. I'd like to start over, if you'd let me.” He tucked a lock of her red hair behind her ear. Lying back on the bed, Violet sighed. “I'd like that, Wrath. I only had my mom growing up and always wanted a brother or sister. Is Dad really okay? I didn't know if I could save him or not.” She pulled the sheet up over her body. The door to the bedroom opened and her father strolled in, followed by her grandfather, Grace, and her mates. “Yes, I'm fine, but very angry right now at you, young lady. You will never risk yourself again like that! Is that understood? How do you think your grandfather would have felt to lose both of us, or your mates?” Wrath stood up and Caser took his place, kissing her forehead. “I mean it, Violet. Don't do that again.” His eyes flashed to that of a wolf's for a minute, and then back. “I had no choice. I wouldn't lose you like I did my mom. She wouldn't let me heal her, told me it was time for her to move on. It was my fault this happened anyway. I know that the man who did this was aiming for me.” Violet stared at her father, refusing to admit she had done anything wrong. “I'm afraid your mother's death is on my hands, granddaughter.” A large man moved into the bedroom. He had brown shoulder-length hair and gray eyes like those of her mother. “Your mother was my daughter. I tried to find both of you for years, but she always stayed one step ahead of me.” He moved to the other side of the bed and sat down. “When your mother came to us pregnant, I acted like a fool. I pushed your mother away, refused to talk to her, but when I realized I was wrong, it was too late. She had already packed her belongings and left. Your grandmother died with a broken heart, missing her daughter. I promised myself I would find you both and bring you back, but once again, I was too late.” Tears slipped down his cheek. “You look like her and you have her spirit. I felt it when we joined our forces to help your father. You're all I have left now, Violet. I hope you can forgive me for failing you and your mother.”

Violet could see the hurt and pain in his gaze. He seemed so alone. She reached up and brushed a tear off his cheek. “I don't know about my mother, but you haven't hurt me. I didn't even know you were still alive, but you're not alone anymore. I hope you stay here so we can get to know each other. Can I ask what happened to my mother's twin? Mom did tell me she had a twin brother somewhere.” Her grandfather glanced to Caser, who nodded, and he sighed. “I'm afraid it was your uncle who tried to kill you yesterday, Violet. Every hundred years a powerful one is born to our family with gifts beyond the previous generations. At first we believed it was your uncle who was granted this, but we were mistaken. You are the one who will be given this gift when you are claimed by your mates. Your uncle won't stop trying to kill you until you are joined with your mates. Once you are joined, your uncle should stop, but I'm afraid his mind is gone.” He shook his head. “The dark magic he's practiced over the years has finally claimed his soul. There is nothing I can do to save him.” Violet sat up and hugged her grandfather. “I'm so sorry. I wish I could help. Do you think he had something to do with the attack on mother?” Vanworth frowned. “What do you mean, attack? I was told she died from heart problems.” She shook her head. “My mother was as healthy as you and me. She was on her way home when she was forced off the road and attacked. She only lived a few hours after the attack. The doctors couldn't save her and she wouldn't let me help. It was like she gave up. That's why I thought maybe she knew it was her brother.” His gaze hardened, and he stood pacing the room. “I didn't know. Now all the pieces are falling together. God, I've been a fool. He has to have Cal. Working with him, there is no other way. If that's the case, then there is more going on here than I first believed.” He stopped in front of Landon. “If Cal is working with my son, they will have Cal's pack behind them. They are small but powerful. Do you know who I'm talking about?” Landon nodded. “I've met Cal before. He was a close friend of the past alpha. His pack consisted of nothing but rogues. We've been trying to locate them. It looks like they'll be coming to us instead.” Thomas, her mother's father, nodded. “Get ready because they won't wait long. They'll want her dead before you claim her.” Blane snarled. “Why would Cal join forces with your son?” Thomas ran his hand through his hair. “It's my guess that my son promised Violet to him as his mate. If he could control her mates, my son could use her magic to benefit him. And now that she has found her mates, they won't allow them to claim her.” Violet wrapped the sheet around her with shaking hands. “What does Cal look like?” Her gaze caught Landon's.

He moved to the bed and picked her up, sitting her on his lap. “He has black hair, blue eyes, and a small scar above his left eye in the shape of a half moon. Do you know him?” He rested his head on top of her head and rubbed her arms. “Paul Green! It has to be him. He kept trying to get me to go out with him, but I refused him. He got rough once, but Mom came in and stopped him.” She tried to get closer to his body, suddenly afraid. “He won't give up. Paul told me no one would have me, only him.” She glanced up at Landon. “He'll hurt anyone to get to me. Maybe I should go away and hide until he's found.” Caser stood and stared at her. “You're not going anywhere. We can protect you better here. You talk with your mates while I talk with your grandfathers.” Everyone left the room except her four men, who moved to the bed, surrounding her. ****

Landon glanced at all three of his mates and they nodded. He turned Violet on his lap and smiled down at her. “Do you know what a claiming is?” Landon held her face in his hands. Violet shook her head. “Is it where, well, where we have sex together?” Her voice squeaked and he laughed. “Yes and no. For our kind of shifters, we claim you while having sex, but there is another part your grandfather explained to us that we'll have to do. When our bodies are joined, the male will almost become like that of a vampire. We'll crave your blood, we will grow fangs for our first joining, and each of us will mark you, taking a small amount of your blood. This will only happen once, Violet, to seal our bond.” Landon leaned down, kissing her lips softly. “Do you understand?” Violet nodded. “When, Landon? I don't want to wait if I can help.” He slid his hands down to her collarbone and slowly started to unbutton the shirt she had slept in. “I'm sorry we can't wait, to give you the time, but I promise as soon as this is over, we'll make it up to you.” Kelvin moved behind her and removed her shirt. Violet's breasts were full and filled his hands when he gently held them. “I know you're still tired. I want you to let us take care of you, Violet. Just feel and let us make you fly.” He ran his thumbs over her nipples and they hardened to his touch. Kelvin gently picked her up and laid her in the center of the bed while he stood and stripped out of his clothes. Salvador lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth, while Norris took the other. Kelvin separated her legs and slid his hands between them.

All three of them stroked and touched her, driving her need higher. Landon would be the first to claim her this morning, followed by Kelvin, Salvador, and Norris. Landon would mark one side of her neck, while Kelvin marked the other. Salvador nibbled one breast and Norris the other as Landon stroked his cock back and forth, watching. Violet's little moans only hardened his cock further. The wolf inside paced, ready to claim his mate. Even after claiming his other three mates last night, nothing prepared him for the breathtaking view of Violet laid on the bed, spread out for them. Kelvin ate her pussy as if he was starving. Small growls could be heard from him when Violet moved to get away from his mouth, not knowing what to expect. He slipped a finger into her and she moaned. “She's so tight. I'll have to stretch her to take you.” Kelvin's gaze met Landon's, and he nodded. Landon moved to the head of the bed and leaned down, taking her open mouth with his. He slid his tongue into her mouth, stroking hers. She tasted of honey and chocolate. Violet reached up and grabbed his head. She moved her fingers through his hair and wrapped it around her fingers. “Landon…” Violet whispered when she pulled back and stared up at him. “I need—” “Shh, we know what you need. Feel Norris and Salvador scraping their teeth across your nipples, only to pull them into their mouths and suck. Kelvin is at your pussy, licking and tasting while he stretches you to take my cock. Soon we'll stretch that ass of yours to take us, but for now we're going to claim your pussy. All four of us are each going to sink our cocks into that tight hole and make it ours.” He skimmed his hand down her throat and held it there while she stared into his face. Her eyes glazed over with passion and need. Violet released his hair and grabbed the headboard, arching up again when Kelvin added another finger into her pussy. Landon moved to the end of bed, Kelvin took one last lick and moved to the head of the bed and sat behind her. Slowly he moved onto the bed and lifted her legs, placing them on his shoulders as he moved his cock against her pussy lips, stroking her. “So wet and ready for me.” Landon pushed the head of his cock into her pussy, his gaze holding hers all the while. “That's it, baby, relax. Let me in.” He ground his teeth together and pushed another inch inside of her. The walls of her pussy closed around him and hugged him like a tight glove. “Damn, I'm not going to last.” He slid further into her and stopped at her maidenhead. Landon glanced at Kelvin and nodded to him, knowing he would take Violet's mouth when he penetrated her totally. Sweat rolled down the side of his neck. He reached down and rubbed her clit as he pushed all the way into her. Violet's muffled cry was only a whimper as he held himself still, letting her adjust to his size. Landon traced his finger all around her clit, bringing her heat up higher again while Norris and Salvador bit down on her nipples. Her back and hips moved, and he knew she was ready.

His cock was swollen. He pulled it out slowly, only leaving the head in. Landon watched as he moved his cock back and forth into her pussy, her juices slick on his cock, and the walls of her pussy squeezing him with each thrust into her. Little jolts of electricity moved up his body, signaling the claiming. His incisors grew to fangs. Norris and Salvador moved back while Kelvin gently moved Violet forward into his arms. He nuzzled her neck, thrusting more quickly. Landon sank his fangs into her neck, her body shook, and his orgasm rolled over him while he drank what he needed, marking her as his. Magic moved around the room and into him. Kelvin, Norris, and Salvador snarled as the power brushed them, driving them higher with the need to claim their mate. Landon slowly lowered her legs. The fangs in his mouth retracted, and her wounds healed instantly. Landon smiled down at her. “Thank you, my mate. I promise to protect, love, and honor you always.” He kissed her lips softly and pulled out of her.

Chapter Six

Violet snuggled against Salvador's chest while he carried her into the bathroom and set her onto the counter. “Stay there, baby, while I run a nice warm bath for you. It will take some of the soreness away.” He kissed her cheek and turned the water on. All four of her men had claimed her. Cal or her uncle could do nothing to her now except kill her. She still didn't feel any different, and that worried her. “Salvador, shouldn't I feel something, or be able to tell what my powers are going to be?” He lifted her up and stepped into the tub with her. “I don't know, baby. We'll have to talk with your grandfather after your bath. Right now, just relax and let me clean you. By then Landon will have lunch ready for us.” Salvador grabbed the shampoo and scrubbed her head, his fingers making her sigh. “God, that feels good.” His soapy hands roamed down to her shoulders, where he proceeded to massage all the knots out of her. He moved his hands to her breasts, giving them the same special treatment. By the time his magical hands moved to her pussy, Violet was burning up with need again. “What did you guys do to me? I feel like a cheap whore.” She moaned when he pushed two fingers into her pussy. He nipped her neck. “Don't ever let me hear you call yourself that again, Violet. I'm an easygoing person, but that is one thing I won't tolerate. You are our mate and you will crave our touch as we crave yours. It's only natural for you to want us, baby, and it will only grow stronger as time goes on.” She turned in his arms and faced him. “Well, then, I guess you'd better get started pleasing your mate, because right now I need that long thick cock inside me again.” Violet pulled on his bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth as she rose up, sinking down onto his cock. “I think I'll stay right here. God, you feel so good.” Violet pressed her forehead against his and he smiled. Salvador lifted her hips and surged up into her. “Hmm, the only problem with that, I'm afraid, is that we'd go hungry. That's it, baby, ride me.” Violet threw her head back and rode him as fast as she could. He sucked her nipple into his mouth at the same time Salvador probed her ass with his finger. “I can't wait to fuck this ass. I bet it's just as tight as your pussy.” He stood with her in his arms and leaned her against the cool tile wall. “Wrap your arms around me, baby, and hold on.” She wrapped her legs around him, grabbing onto his shoulders. One of his fingers pushed into her pussy next to his cock and she moaned. “Salvador!”

“Easy, I've got you.” He pulled his finger out and slowly worked it into her ass, stretching her. The duel penetration sent a small orgasm through her, building her sexual excitement higher. His hips moved faster as he slammed his cock in and out of her pussy, his finger stroking in and out of her ass. “Oh, my God!” She screamed. The tingling started at her pussy and spread to every inch of her body. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he pumped into her twice more before releasing his seed into her. He kneeled into the soapy water as he pulled out of her and washed her tenderly while kissing her lips. “Let's get dressed and get some food.” Salvador helped her out of the tub, taking a large heated towel and rubbing her dry. “Hey, lunch is ready.” Kelvin popped his head in and scanned her body from head to toe. “God, you're beautiful. All nice and flushed. I think we need to keep you like that.” Violet laughed and threw the towel at Kelvin's face while Salvador reached over and grabbed one of his shirts, holding it out for her. Kelvin laughed and threw the towel into the laundry bin, then suddenly stopped and snarled. His eyes flashed red and claws replaced fingers. “They're attacking! Move her to the safe room.” Salvador picked her up and flung her over his shoulder as he ran out of the bathroom. “I can help,” Violet insisted. “Put me down, Salvador.” He didn't listen as he lowered her to the ground in a room. Grace stood in the room and wrapped her arms around her as Salvador shut and locked the door. “Damn it, I can help! Why are they doing this?” Violet pulled out of Grace's arms and paced back and forth. There were no windows and only a small light lit the room. There were two couches, one against each wall, a small fridge in the corner, and another door leading to a small bathroom. “Honey, you need to calm down. The men are bound and determined to keep you safe. It's bred in them to protect their mate.” Violet jumped as the room shook. She stepped in front of Grace when the door to the room blew open. Paul aka Cal, stood there with two men. “You couldn't wait for me, could you, slut? Well, that doesn't matter. You'll still be mine!” He snarled, half man and half beast. Inside her body, something heated spreading throughout her. Grace gasped behind her, but Violet ignored her and smiled. Her power was there. “I don't think so, slime bucket.” Words she didn't know sprouted out of her mouth. Her hands moved, drawing the spell and shoving it towards Paul and his men.

They screamed and fell to the ground, grabbing their heads, but that didn't stop Violet. Power ripped around the room. Wind brushed against her face, her hair flew back from her face, and her body lifted off the floor. Landon stepped into the hallway and grabbed Cal up by his neck while Kelvin and Norris grabbed the other two men. Her grandfather moved into the room and stared at her, but nothing mattered except their deaths. “Violet, pull the power in. You don't want to do this. Your mates have them. They won't hurt anyone again,” her grandfather pleaded, moving closer to her. She glanced at him, then at Salvador, who stepped into the room. “Come on, baby, pull it in.” Calmness settled over her and the power slowly pulled back inside her. Violet smiled, knowing Salvador had sent his new powers into her, calming her. Her body lowered to the floor and Salvador captured her into his arms. “We're so proud of you.” He nibbled her neck. “Really? Then why lock me up?” Violet squirmed in his arms. “Let me go, Salvador. I want to go make sure everyone is okay.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and moved with her out of the room. Landon and her other mates had dragged Cal and his men away. The wall outside was charred and black from the explosion. “Looks like you'll need to update your room.” She smiled. “I guess explosions won't keep everyone out.” Salvador growled. “We'll fix it, believe me. We have a precious possession we must protect.” He licked her neck and she laughed. “I resent being called a possession.” Violet slapped his stomach as he led her into the large kitchen. Her father and Blane stood looking out at the sliding glass door. They both turned as they came into the room and smiled at them. Grace flew into her father's arms. “Where's Wrath?” She glanced around. “He and a couple of other men went after the rest of the rogues. He'll be fine.” Caster kissed Grace's cheek and turned his attention to her. “So I heard your powers have come to you, finally.” Violet shrugged. “I don't know what I did, really. It was as if someone else was casting the spells.” She turned and glanced at her grandfather. “What about my uncle? Was he captured?” “Yes, he and the others are on their way to council headquarters, where their fate will be decided.” Landon strolled over to her and scooped her up into his arms. “Put me down, Landon. We need to talk.” Violet squirmed until he put her into a kitchen chair.

“What do we need to talk about? The threat is gone for now. Only physical damage was done to the house, which will be easy to repair, and everyone is accounted for.” Landon trapped her in the chair, kneeling in front of her, holding onto her legs. “I need to go to my house, Landon. I have things I need to do there. And I'm going to have to make arrangements to go back to New York. Since Cal is taken care of, the board needs to be informed and we need to get those permits.” She pushed his hands away and got up, going to the fridge. “I also need to decide what I'm going to do with the condo there. Maybe we should keep it so that if we visit New York, we'd have a place to stay.” She grabbed a Coke, watching Norris and Kelvin spread out the lunch meat, potato salad, bread, and dressings onto the counter. ****

Landon knew she was pulling away from them; he could feel the uncertainty and the need to escape. Gently he pulled her back into the kitchen chair and kneeled in front of her. “Violet, I can feel your confusion, anxiety, and fear, but we can work this out. Just don't shut us out.” Landon reached up and cupped her cheek. Violet sighed and glanced around the room. “Landon, in three days I've gone from being alone, to having four mates, a father, stepmother, brother, and two grandfathers. I've moved and now I'm expected to move again. I'd like to go back to my house for tonight, alone. I need to think. Can you give me tonight, please?” He stood and glanced around the room. Caser came up to him and patted his shoulder. “Why don't Grace, Wrath, my father, and I spend the night with her at her place? That way, if she has any questions, we'll be there. Plus, it will give you four time to get this place cleaned up a little before she comes back.” The thought of his mate not being in their bed tonight made Landon's wolf snarl, but he knew she needed this time. He nodded and glanced down at her again. “I want you to bring anything you want her to the house, Violet. This is your home now. You decorate it any way you want. We all want you to feel comfortable here.” She smiled and stood, hugging him. “Thank you. This means a lot to me, Landon.” Violet stared up at her father. “Can we go now?” Caser nodded and Landon watched as all four of them walked out onto the back porch. Violet turned. “I'll call you when I have a load of stuff to come over, and Landon?” He saw the uncertainty in her gaze. “I've always been taught and shown home is where the heart is, and right now all four of you are already taking over my heart,” she whispered, but all of them had heard her as Grace wrapped her arm around her waist and lead her to the limo.

Kelvin and Norris stepped up next to him. “I know we're doing the right thing by letting her go, but right now all I want to do is drag her back here and chain her to our bed.” Norris nodded. “Why don't we start cleaning up? And while we're at it, let's set up a special night for her tomorrow. Give her the romance she deserves, candles, flowers, the whole bit.” Landon grinned. “You read my mind. I was thinking the same thing. I was also thinking we should let her take over the master bedroom. We can put our belongings in the two rooms beside it. This way it will be a place she can call hers even though we share it. I'll also have the new master bed delivered here this afternoon.” They all nodded and set about making their home ready for their mate's return.

Chapter Seven

Violet sat in the middle of the bedroom with a box she had found tucked into the closet. Slowly she opened it and took out a letter addressed to her. My Dear Daughter, If you're reading this, then I've passed onto the next realm and you've discovered who your father is. I want to first say I'm sorry from keeping his identity from you. At the time I believed it would be best for everyone. Inside this box there is a letter for your father's mate. She looked up to see Grace standing at the window, staring out. Violet reached inside the box and pulled out the envelope with Grace's name on it. “Grace.” Grace turned, walking over to her and smiling. “What's this?” she asked, sitting down in front of her. “I don't know, and I'm sorry if it hurts you when you read it. My mother left it for you.” Violet glanced down at her own letter and continued to read. I've seen a glimpse of your future, Violet, and it is a one of warmth and love. You will be surrounded by your mates who will protect, love, and cherish you as you deserve. I also see my father will be there to guide you, and that pleases me. Tell him I never stopped loving him and that I forgave him long ago. I just never had the strength to come home. I must warn you, Violet, there are those who are hunting you and want you destroyed because of the power that will one day be yours. I know one of those who hunt you is your uncle, my brother, which saddens me. I've kept you safe as much as possible, but now it's up to your mates. Remember this name and inform your father and your mates, Andrew Almond. He's been tracking you and he is your biggest threat. Don't waste time grieving for me. I will always be with you in your heart. I love you, Violet, more than life. That is why I gave my life for you. So you could live. Love Mother Tears rolled down Violet's cheeks as she glanced up at Grace and also saw tears streaming down her face. “Your father was her chosen one, but your mother stepped away, knowing his heart was with me. I'm so sorry, Violet.” Violet smiled. “There is nothing to be sorry about, Grace. Mother knew what she was doing. I think that one night she and Father had was her way to have a piece of him—me—because she knew he belonged to you. Mother knew a mate was a more a physical bond than that of a chosen one. From

what my mother taught me in her world, chosen ones could walk away like a divorce, where mates can't.” Grace nodded and reached over the box, hugging her. “If you ever need anything, please come to me, Violet. I can't take your mother's place, but I owe her for what she did. The sacrifice she made amazes me.” “I think it might be best if we don't tell Father. It would just make him regret more what happened.” Violet pulled back and moaned when her father and grandfathers walked into the room. “Tell me what?” Caser eyed them both and Grace shook her head, handing him the paper. “No, Violet, he has a right to know. I wouldn't keep this from him.” Grace patted her arm while her father read the letter. She handed her letter to her grandfather and he read it. By the time the men had read both letters, the room was filled with unshed tears. Blane glanced down at her. “Violet, I know you wanted to be here tonight, but we need to get you back to your mates. We need to find this man your mother mentioned. I thought he was dead and so did Landon, but if what your mother says is true…” He shook his head and pulled out his cell phone. “I don't know how he is still alive.” Violet stood and stretched, placing her hand on Blane's arm. “I have a better idea. They're going to be at his club tonight, aren't they?” “Most likely. They own it and are there almost every night.” Caser grinned. “What do you have in mind?” “Even though it hurt them, they let me come back here. I want to give them something in return. Would you and Grace take me to the club tonight? I'd like to surprise them. I can have all this”—she waved her hand around the room—”delivered to their home, where we can all go through it and decide together.” “Violet, it's your home now, too.” Caser kissed her cheek. “Why don't you let Grace help you pick out something for the club?” She nodded and watched all three men move out of the room. “I don't really have clothes that would be okay for this.” Violet frowned and walked into her closet. “Well, I happen to know tonight is lingerie night, so let's see what you have there.” Violet laughed. “Now, that I have lot of.” Violet and Grace dug through her three drawers of lingerie, picking out outfits for both her and Grace.

Staring into the bathroom mirror, Violet smiled. The light blue corset hugged her ample breasts, her long red hair swayed down her to bottom, and the white garters were perfect for the Fourth of July. Tonight she would start her new life with her men. Violet only hoped she didn't embarrass her mates. Grace peeked into the bathroom. “You ready?” She nodded and strolled out of the bathroom. “As ready as I'll ever be.” Violet grabbed her long summer coat, careful not to fall on her ass in the five-inch pumps she wore. “I swear I'll never understand how some women can walk all day in these things.” Caser laughed, holding the front door open. “But they are sexy as hell.” Her father snarled at Grace as he scanned her body before she closed her coat. “You would say that. I'd like to see you wear them for an hour.” Grace grumbled, pulling her into the awaiting limo. Violet glanced up at her father when he got in. “I take it my grandfathers are coming tonight.” She grinned. Her father laughed. “No, both of them are going to see to it that all your furnishings and personal things are delivered to your new home. They'll have them stored in the garage. That way you can go through a box at a time.” Staring out the window, Violet nodded. “My mates won't have any other women when we show up, would they? I don't know if I could handle that.” Violet glanced at her father and he snarled. “They'd better not if they know what's good for them, but I know for a fact that each of them have released the submissives they had two nights ago. Don't worry, dear, everything will be fine and they'll love that you surprised them.” Violet took a deep breath and stared up at the large mansion-like club. The parking lot was packed and guards stood all around the perimeter. “I take it you and grandfather called in the Dog Squad for tonight? Isn't that going to give away my surprise?” She stepped out of the limo and stared up at the large antique doors. “No, they think my father is coming.” Her father laughed and escorted her and Grace up the stairs. The large doors swung open as soft blues music played in the background, and the aroma of barbecued chicken and other meat swirled around her. She laughed with her father and Grace as her stomach growled. “I guess I'm a little hungry.” A large brute of a man came up to them as they stepped into the hallway. “Welcome, sir. Can I take the ladies’ coats?” Violet took her coat off, slowly glancing around. “This place is amazing.” The high ceiling and old carvings on the woodwork spoke of class.

The man smiled. “The boss made sure the place was brought back to its original form. Are you here with Caser or do you need a flower?” Caser laughed. “Is the boss around? This is his mate, my daughter, Violet,” he explained to the man, who turned a bright red. “I'm so sorry. I didn't know.” He bowed to her. “I'll get him right away. He and your other mates are at the bar.” He turned to leave but Violet reached out and touched his arm. “Please, let me surprise them.” She smiled as Caser wrapped his arm around her waist and Grace moved to the main bar area. ****

Landon leaned against the bar, scoping out the club, which was packed for the Fourth of July lingerie party. Kelvin and Norris were next to him, suddenly snarling. Slowly he straightened and glanced up at the doorway to the hall. Violet stood with her father and Grace. Her gaze landed on him and she smiled as Caser led them into the room. All eyes followed them and he too wanted to snarl at all the men staring at their mate in her seductive outfit. “I hope it's okay if I came tonight,” Violet mumbled, glancing down at the ground. He lifted her chin with two of his fingers. “I'm thrilled to have you here, but what changed your mind?” She smiled. “I was reading a letter from my mom and realized I could go through all her things at our home, together with the four of you. And my grandfathers and dad thought it best to come here since the threat isn't over.” Violet glanced out at the room. He frowned and looked up at Caser. “What is she talking about?” Caser nodded to the bartender and ordered a drink. “Remember the old alpha, Andrew Almond?” A cold chill went up his spine and he nodded while he pulled Violet into his arms and rested his chin on her head. “From the letter Violet read, it seems your old alpha is still alive and he's been tracking Violet here. The way I interpreted the letter, Violet's mother has dealt with him before. Blane has called in your Dog Squad and they are now outside surrounding the building. They will take shifts protecting her until we find out where he is.” Caser frowned, pulling Grace into his arms while he cupped one of her breasts. “I thought you killed him with the challenge.”

Landon snarled and pushed Violet towards Kelvin. “Kelvin, why don't you take Violet outside to get something to eat with Grace? I can hear her stomach rumbling.” He swatted her ass. “Next time, don't go so long without eating. I'll be out in a minute after I talk with your father.” “Hey!” Violet grinned at him. “If that is what an erotic spanking is, boy, is it lacking.” She teased and turned to leave when he reached out and stopped her. “Honey, we haven't even begun. We'll show you soon.” He nipped her lower lip. “Now, go.” Once Violet and Grace were outside, he turned to Caser. “I ripped the motherfucker's throat out. How the hell could he be alive? And what contact do you think Violet's mother had with him?” Norris stood beside them and drummed on the bar with his hand. “At the time of the challenge, if I remember right, there were a group of vampires around. They didn't contact us or anyone, but we knew they were here. Is it possible they saved him and turned him?” Norris glanced at Caser, then at him. “If that's the case, then he's more dangerous than before. From what Ashley told Grace in the letter, Andrew confronted her after he learned of her pregnancy. He offered to claim Violet as his child and she turned him down. Also, Ashley saw her own death and it was Andrew. Now I understand why she didn't have Violet heal her. Andrew would have had a direct link to Violet.” Caser swallowed the last of his beer and laid the glass down on the counter. “You should also know we just found out I was Ashley's chosen one. She gave up everything so I could be with Grace, protecting our child alone for the past twenty-three years.” He shook his head. “I should have been there for them, but I won't fail her now. I've called in my old team, Landon. They know Andrew and his weaknesses since he was in our unit. They'll be here in the morning to start the hunt. I want this man dead.” He snarled. “I won't rest till I see his corpse burned. He's caused too much pain to my daughter.” Landon was shocked. To give up one's chosen one was rare, but it could be done. “Agreed, but Caser, if you didn't know then about Ashley, you can't blame yourself. The mating bond is stronger and you wouldn't have noticed the connection to Ashley.” He turned and all three of them slowly made their way outside. “Does your father know anyone on the Vampire Council? Maybe we could find out something from them.” He scanned the backgrounds and found his mate sitting on a blanket, eating with Kelvin and Salvador. “He's already made the call and is waiting for it tonight. He will be here after all of Violet's things are moved with Vanworth.” Caser sat down next to Grace and brushed her hair back. “You look beautiful tonight.”

She snorted. “You're just saying that because you want to strap me to the St. Andrew Cross and let everyone watch as you have your fun.” Landon laughed and pulled Violet into his lap. “Well, the crowd sure does love a show.” He glanced down at Violet, who grinned up at him. “One day we'll have you up on that cross, begging, but tonight we'll go slow since you've never experienced any of this.” He kissed her lips, tasting the barbeque sauce on them. She leaned into him, grabbing his vest. “Hmm, slow. I don't know if I want slow tonight. You promised me an erotic spanking.” Violet reached down between them and rubbed his swelling cock. “While researching my books, I've come across so many stories with erotic spankings and I have to say I never get so wet from craving it.” He grabbed her hand and pulled it behind her back. “Is that so? And tell me, what kind of stories have you been writing, little one?” Landon lowered his head and scraped his teeth against the swell of her breast. Violet moaned. “Erotic stories. After waiting so long to find the right man, a girl has to have some fantasies.” “Kelvin, hand me the handcuffs. Erotic stories. We'll have to make sure to read every one of your stories, but for tonight, we'll make sure you have a very pleasant evening before we go home. Now turn and watch the fireworks.” He clipped the cuffs around her delicate wrists in front of her. Salvador reached over and untied the first three ribbons of her corset, exposing her breasts. Violet glanced down at her exposed breasts, then at him. Her nipples hardened and Kelvin lowered his head, sucking one into his mouth while Salvador did the other. “Not a word unless we ask you a question. You are to call each of us Master. We only want to hear those cute little noises you make while we pleasure you.” Landon whispered in her ear while the fireworks lit the sky. Norris handed Kelvin and Salvador the nipple clamps. He slid his hand up her hip and brushed her bare mound. “So wet, little pet. I can't wait to see you spread over the spanking bench tonight.” She hissed as Kelvin and Salvador tightened the clamps onto her breasts. Landon could have sworn a shot of electricity shot up his arms and through his body when Violet turned her head, pushing Salvador away from her. “They're watching us, waiting for something,” she mumbled, almost in a trance. Landon turned to the east and sniffed the air. Her gift of magic from the claiming rushed up. Gently he picked her up in his arms. Caser, Norris, Salvador, and Kelvin all rose. “Caser, take your daughter and wife into the club. Have Matt lock it down once all the women are inside.” He lowered her feet to the ground, kissing her neck while his gaze never left the trees.

“It seems the worm has come to us.” Men pushed their women towards the club, sensing the danger all around them. Fur and bones cracked. As he shifted to his wolf form, Landon heard the bolts of the locks closing around the building and nodded to Norris, who would meet the Dog Squad on the north. Salvador, take six men to the south side, and be careful. More rogues are here also. Landon, we're on our way. My son's team is already backing up the Dog Squad, Blane snapped, his voice spoken to all that followed under him. Kelvin, let's meet this attack head on. Landon growled loudly, issuing the challenge once more to the previous alpha. He knew that no matter what he was, Andrew wouldn't be able to back down from a challenge. Watch yourself, Landon, he's not just a wolf now. Blane ordered. I won't have my granddaughter weeping for her mate for the rest of her life. He snorted. Old man, are you forgetting I'm not just a wolf anymore also? he asked as Landon watched Andrew step out of the trees, followed by six rogue vampire wolves. Landon faced his old alpha. He shifted to half man and half beast, growing past seven feet tall. He cracked his neck. “I should have burned your body long ago, but I won't make that mistake again, Andrew. So what's this, amassing an army with the dead?” He raised his clawed hand out and pointed to the rogues at his side. Kelvin and six others moved to his sides, but kept a fighting distance. Andrew sneered and nodded to the other men around him. “Do you really think your men can take mine? You are right, though. You should have burned my body, pup, because now I'm going to take it all away, including your mate. She'll be mine and bear my cubs. With her power and mine, no one will stop us.” Now! Landon ordered his mates. Their new powers spread to the male pack members, each one shifted to half man, half beast—taller, stronger, and more deadly. “You see, you're not the only one who's changed,” he snapped and attacked Andrew, while the others attacked around the building. He raked his clawed hand across Andrew's chest before Andrew could attack him. “You're too late to claim our mate. She's already ours.” Landon taunted his former alpha, but he didn't get the chance to attack. Power of unseen proportions flowed around him and his men. He glanced up to see Violet floating off the ground, moving towards them. All fighting stopped around them for a minute until Landon heard the screams, then smelled the scent of blood from the other side of the club. He lunged and attacked Andrew while he was distracted. The wolf snapped down onto Andrew's neck as they fell to the ground. Landon could feel his own blood run down his back, but he didn't care. The adrenaline rush of victory was too powerful. Landon tore at Andrew's neck, ripping it to shreds, separating his head from his shoulders. He jumped up, grabbed one of the torches that lit the back area, and threw it on his body.

Flames and death filled the air. Men were picking up the other corpses and throwing their bodies into the flames, burning them. Howls surrounded them as the members of the pack celebrated their enemy's destruction. Kelvin moved to his side and glance at his back. “You're bleeding like a pig. You'd better shift totally before Violet sees you.” Landon nodded and shifted. Blane and Vanworth came around the building with Norris and Salvador in wolf form. Violet still didn't move, her eyes were glazed over, and her breathing was in small short gasps. “Momma!” she screamed and fell to the ground before anyone could catch her. Vanworth knelt down next to her and swore. “Violet, come on. Snap out of it.” He ran his hand over her head and she blinked, then tears started to fall down her face. “He killed Mom, I saw it all. Oh God, why didn't she let me heal her? We could have stood together against him.” Violet wrapped her arms around his neck when he shifted and picked her up into his arms. “How did you get out here, Violet? Do you remember?” He kissed her neck and squeezed her. She shook her head. “All I remember was talking to Father and then something pierced my brain. I was seeing everything he did to my mom.” Vanworth stood. “I don't know how it's possible, but somehow Andrew has come into contact with someone with old magic. It wasn't my son. He didn't know how to use that kind of spell. Even I would have trouble with it.” He glanced at the burning bodies. “Whoever it was is still out there.” Landon strolled towards the club. The locks flicked and doors opened. Her father rushed outside and greeted them. “One minute she was standing next to me, and the next she was gone.” Caser said. “Her powers protected her, but they also led her to the man who hurt her. If Landon hadn't destroyed him, God knows what she would have done under a trance.” Vanworth ran his hand through his hair. “I want to go home, Landon.” Violet mumbled into his neck. “Our home, take me there, please.” Caser nodded. “Take her home. We'll clean up here and see you tomorrow.” All five of them moved through the club without saying a word. He grabbed her coat from the back room and helped her put it on. “I'll let the punishment go now.” He flicked her nipples where the clamps use to be and closed the coat around her. He smiled, teasing her as once more he swung her up into his arms, going outside. Blane's limo waited at the curb for them. The driver had the door open and he gently lowered Violet into it. “Go on, baby, scoot over.”

She slowly moved over and Landon got into the limo next to her. Violet laid her head down in his lap. “I'm never going to forget what he did to her, Landon. I close my eyes and I see her pain and how scared and alone she was.” Kelvin picked up her feet and slipped off her shoes, gently rubbing her feet. “It will take time, but Violet, you have to remember it wasn't your fault. This man was deranged and evil. There was nothing you or your Mother could have done to stop him. Rest, Violet, soon we'll be home and we'll soak in the hot tub. Once we wash away all this death on us, we'll curl up together and watch the stars.” Landon brushed her hair back away from her face. Her eyes, swollen and red from crying, were closed, but she held onto his leg with a tight grip. “We've got you, baby. No one is going to hurt you anymore.” Her eyes opened and she stared up at him. “No one can promise that, Landon, even I know that. You'll try, as all of you will, but I won't hold you to that promise, because I know what evil is out there.” Violet reached up and cupped his cheek. “I'm very proud to belong to all of you.”

Chapter Eight

Violet stared out the door leading to the garage. It was packed to the ceiling with her belongings. Last night her men had washed her and carried her to the hot tub, caressing her till she fell asleep in their arms. With a coffee cup in her hand, she moved into the garage, traced her hand over the antique writing desk her mother had bought her, and smiled. “I'm going to write your story, Momma, about your sacrifice and love,” she whispered. Warm, large arms wrapped around her and Violet leaned back against Kelvin's chest. “You should be sleeping. It's still early.” He nibbled her neck. “I couldn't sleep, I'm an early riser.” She sipped her coffee. “I don't know what we're going to do with all of this furniture.” “It's up to you, but you can replace anything in the house with something of yours if you like. I know there's a couple who lost everything about two weeks ago when lightning hit their house. If you want, we can donate whatever we don't want to them. Landon and the others have already started to rebuild their home for them.” She laid her coffee down on the desk and turned in his arms. “You know, that's not a bad idea.” Violet kissed his naked chest. “Come back to bed, Violet. Let us love you the way you deserve.” He lifted her up and carried her into the house. He stepped into the bedroom and her eyes watered. Rose petals were all over the room, along with fresh-cut roses. Scented candles lit the room and her men stood by the bed, naked and waiting for her. Landon stepped forward, took her out of Kelvin's arms and gently placed her in the center of the bed. He reached down and lifted her nightgown up over her body. “You're so beautiful. If I had my way, you would walk around our home naked all the time.” She laughed. “That would be pretty embarrassing if we had company, especially with all you being alphas. I'm sure there will be someone stopping by all the time.” Violet circled his nipple with her nail. He grabbed her wrists and Kelvin came over with silk scarves, tying them together. “Keep them there while we prepare you.” Landon flipped her over onto her stomach and lifted her hips up while Salvador stuffed a pillow under her. Warm hands massaged her butt cheeks as another pair of hands rubbed warm oil onto her shoulders and she moaned. “You can do this every morning.”

Violet closed her eyes as another pair of hands picked up her foot and rubbed her heel. More warm oil was applied to her ass and a single digit traced her puckered hole. “It's time to stretch you.” Landon licked the side of her neck. Slowly the single finger slid into her ass, in and out of her until another finger pushed into her. Violet tensed for a minute, but slowly relaxed when the oiled hands on her back brushed the side of her breasts. “Mm, more.” Violet pushed her butt back onto his fingers. Two slaps landed on her cheeks and she tried to jump, but hands held her down. “It's time for that spanking, Violet,” Landon said behind her before three slaps landed again on her ass. A tingling sensation slid down to her pussy at the same time two fingers now moved into her pussy. “Landon!” Fingers fucked her pussy and ass while her butt got spanked. “Come for us, Violet,” Landon ordered and a thumb brushed across her clit. Her toes curled. Violet clamped her hands into fists, digging her nails into her palms as her body shook. Those amazing fingers disappeared and Violet moaned, only to tense up again. She glanced back to see Landon kneeling behind her, his cock brushing at her puckered hole. “Relax Violet, and let us show you the fireworks we can make together.” The head of his cock slipped past the ring of her ass. “Damn, you're tight. Norris, slowly lift her up,” Landon mumbled and pushed a couple of more inches inside her. Pain and pleasure mixed together. Violet didn't know whether to scream in pain or moan in pleasure. Norris slowly lifted her up and pushed her back into Landon's arms. His cock slid all the way into her until his balls rested against her stretched skin. “Put your arms around my neck, Violet.” Kelvin reached over and lifted her tied hands and slipped them over Landon's head. Norris kneeled in front of her and slowly slid his cock into her pussy. “Nice and easy, baby.” She rocked her head back and forth on Landon's chest. “Too much!” Someone reached down and slowly rubbed her clit, Norris sucked one nipple into his mouth while another hand squeezed her other breast. “Just feel us, Violet.” Landon bit down on her neck and held her still when Norris pushed the rest of the way into her. Landon moved out of her slowly, then back in as Norris pulled out. “That's it, Violet,” Norris said around her breast. Violet barely heard him. The sensations were too much for her to comprehend. They both picked up speed, their thick cocks rubbing every sensitive spot, including some she never knew she had. “God!”

“No, not God, but your mates. Come, Violet.” Landon said into her neck. The room spun, bright lights danced in front of her, and sweat dripped down her face. “I'm coming!” Violet screamed while she clenched her pussy around Landon's cock and her ass around Norris's. Norris slammed into her two more times before she felt him release his seed inside her. Landon growled behind her and released his seed. “Fireworks, hmm,” she mumbled. ****

Landon grinned and rubbed her arms after Kelvin untied her. Norris slipped out of her pussy at the same time as Landon pulled out of her ass. The little noises she made while they loved her drove him crazy. Kelvin lay down on the bed and pulled Violet on top of him. Landon heard her moan as he got off the bed to make room for Salvador, and he smiled as he went to the shower. Caser was due in an hour with Grace and her grandfathers. All of them were going to help her sort the furniture and her belongings this morning. Violet's scent wrapped around Landon and he couldn't help stroking his cock, which swelled again from listening to her scream in the bedroom. The shower curtain moved and Violet stepped into the shower with him. “Didn't you get enough?” she teased and traced her fingers along his cock. “Never enough of you.” Landon wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his body, pinning her against the shower wall. He cupped her ass and lifted her up to lower her onto his cock. “Wrap your arms around me, Violet. This is going to be a quick, hard one.” Violet nipped his nipple and tilted her head back to stare up at him. “Thank you, Landon, for finding me and bringing me home where I belong.” Landon slammed into her. “I can promise you fireworks every day, baby, and a home filled with love, as long as you're by our side.” The small gurgling noise she made filled the bathroom as her pussy clenched his cock. He shot another load into her pussy. He pumped twice into her and rested his chin on her head. “Every Fourth of July we will celebrate our love and the freedom our ancestors fought for. I love you, Violet. You're the sparkle in my life.” Tears slowly rolled down her face as she lifted her head up and smiled at him. “And you and the others create my fireworks. I'll never leave your side, Master.”

He laughed and pulled back, swatting her ass while he pushed her under the warm water. “Wash, Beautiful. Your family will be here soon.” Landon grabbed the extra bar of soap, scrubbing her back and ass. Soon there would be children filling their home and he couldn't wait to show them their first fireworks and tell them about their mother. Even though there was still a threat to their mate, Landon knew without a doubt that they would live every day to the fullest.

Surrender to Frankenstein

Chapter One

Frank Stein narrowed his gaze and from his high-rise hotel room window, watched the king, alpha of all werewolves, moving through the crowd of spectators in downtown New York. Soon Alfred Grant would be history and Frank would take his place. He was tired of hiding and it was time to live. What better time to take control than on the Fourth of July weekend? After all, if it hadn't been for him on that day two hundred years ago, the British would still own the colonies. Equal parts wolf, vampire, human, and machine, nothing could stop him. Frank smiled and shook his head, remembering the first time he had seen the movie Frankenstein. Boy, had the writers gotten his story wrong. Created in Cotswold Hills, not Ingolstadt, Germany, Frank had every right to hate England and anyone associated with the country. After they had killed his father and thought him dead as well, Frank had come to the new country to start a new life. He didn't have bolts in his neck, but he had a long bolt in his twelve-inch cock. Of course, women never complained. Frank's black hair was tied back into a braid down to his ass, his eyes were wolf's green, his teeth were those of a vampire for feeding, and his skin was part human and wolf. There were no scars on his body. No human could tell what he was, only that he was large, standing over eight feet tall and built like a tank. Turning from the window, Frank grabbed his key card and wallet and slipped them into his pocket and stared at the woman in his bed. What was her name? Bridget? He cleared his throat. “I have to leave now. There's breakfast over there. Help yourself before you leave.” Frank grinned as she nodded, still in a state of heightened pleasure. It wasn't often he could find a woman who could take his sexual appetite and size, but most vampires and werewolves could. He'd been afraid to touch a human female because his size was usually too much for them. Not worried about the woman in his bed, Frank stepped out into the hallway. Cruse, Theodore, and Dana were all leaning against the wall, waiting for him. They straightened and grinned. “I take it Alex is still out of it this morning?” Cruse chuckled as they made their way to the elevator. He laughed. “That was her name? I thought it was Bethany.” Frank slapped his beta on his shoulder. “So what's the word? Does the king know I'm here?” he asked his inner pack. Each one of them had been with him for more than a hundred years, both wolf and vampire, after he had given each one the choice to join him. They were all deadly, after years of fighting. Theodore nodded and stepped in behind him. “He doesn't know who is challenging him, but the challenge is to take place on the fifth at midnight. It always amazes me how the wolves we've come across ignore us because of the vampire blood. Stupid.” He shook his head. “Never underestimate your enemy. That's the first thing you learn when growing up in the pack.”

Frank glanced at Theodore. “That's true, but the vampires and the wolves have been at peace for more than fifty years. I don't think either side wants to break that truce after the last war. Too many were lost on both sides.” The elevator door opened and Frank scanned the lobby, stepping out. Four of his pack stood guard and nodded to him. “What does Christopher think of you taking over as king of the wolves?” Cruse asked when they stepped out into the morning light. One good thing about being part wolf was they could walk in the sun. “He accepts it, and he knows I want nothing to do with vampire crap. Their ruling clan is worse than the wolves’. Let Christopher deal with that shit.” Frank snorted and pushed through the crowds that had already lined the streets for the Fourth. Frank stopped and lifted his head. The scent of fear and something sweeter drifted to him. “Do you smell it?” “There, two hundred feet to your left,” Dana said. He turned as the blur of blue hair dashed into the subway tunnel, followed closely by two vampires and two wolves. “Why the hell would wolves and vampires be chasing that female?” Frank moved with the speed of the wolf, following the threat to the female. “And why the hell is her scent driving us into a frenzy?” Dana growled next to him as all four of them made their way into the tunnels. ****

Whitnee Rae ran, her sides hurting along with her shoulder where that prick Alfred Grant had bitten her last night. All she had wanted was a one-night stand and wouldn't you know, her friends would single out a nutcase for her. She was so going to kill Marci and Allie. She ducked into the subway tunnel, hoping to catch one as it was taking off, but the guards Alfred had left at his rented penthouse now scanned the passengers that boarded the train. What I want to know is how he knew about my magic. Alfred had said something about smelling the magic on her and that he could use her magic in the upcoming challenge to his advantage. Like she was going to help the bastard after he bit her, explaining he needed to make her like him, a wolf. Whitnee had laughed so hard when he said he was a wolf that the first slap had shocked her, but the growl and his shift to a wolf had terrified her. Sure she knew of the others—vampires, werewolves, the whole bunch—but never had she seen a wolf up close, let alone one wanting to change her. Thank God Alfred had left her in the room alone.

That was the only reason she had escaped. He didn't know how powerful of a witch she was and he wasn't going to find out, if she had anything to do with it. Whitnee noticed a woman who was about her height getting on the train. She quickly threw a burst of magic in the woman's direction. Immediately the unsuspecting passenger transformed into a perfect copy of Whitnee, blue hair and all. The vampires followed her decoy onto the train, but Whitnee still had to deal with the two wolves. “Damn their damn noses,” she muttered and jumped down onto the tracks when the train pulled away. She had five minutes before the next train. Whitnee ran towards the next gate when she heard the growls behind her, and knew it was only a matter of time before they were upon her. “No!” she screamed as large muscled arms wrapped around her waist and tackled her down onto the tracks, but almost at once the arms were gone. Whitnee didn't waste any time getting up and dashing towards the next gate, not even looking behind her. The light of the next gate flickered in the dark tunnel, but all too soon it was gone and she crashed into a wall of solid muscle. Before she could fall on her ass, two strong large hands landed on her shoulders, holding her still. “You're safe. Those who threatened you are gone,” a deep baritone voice said. Slowly Whitnee lifted her gaze up to settle on the giant before her. His large green eyes scanned her from head to toe. “Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?” “Thank you, I'm fine, but I need to get home before they send someone else for me.” Whitnee tried to move around the large man, but he blocked her way. “They'll find you at home. I know Alfred and he won't stop if he wants you.” He scooped her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. “We'll take you somewhere safe. After the fifth, you won't have to worry about him anymore.” “What are you doing? Put me down right now. He won't find me. How did you know I was running from him?” She pushed back, away from his massive chest, but he held tight to her. “If you don't want to cause a scene, quiet down. I'll explain everything when you are safe and we're not out in the open.” The green-eyed giant waited for her to calm down while three other men just as deadly looking approached them. “They've been taken care of, but we'd better hurry before he sends more men. I've covered our scent and hers,” the red-haired man said as they moved out of the tunnels and up onto the street. Great. From one mess to another! Whitnee sighed and waited till she could escape again.

Chapter Two

“Dana, go ahead and make sure Alex is out of my room. We don't need anyone knowing about this woman for right now,” Frank ordered, and Dana nodded, disappearing from their side. All four of them could smell Alfred on the human in his arms and they didn't like it one bit. “Cruse, make sure the other pack members know to keep an eye out for any of Alfred's men, then meet us upstairs in my room.” The elevator opened and he stepped inside with Theodore at his side, gently lowering her feet to the ground as the elevator door closed. She came up to the middle of his chest. Her blue hair was shoulder length. She frowned up at him. “So, am I your prisoner, too?” She crossed her arms over her large breasts. “No, but you have to know he'll be able to track you down. By now, he already knows where you live and is waiting for you. He doesn't know I'm here or who I am, so you're safe with me. My name is Frank Stein, and this is Theodore Gunk. You'll meet the other two when we get to my suite.” The small woman backed up a step and glanced back and forth at them. “Why should I believe you? For all I know you could be taking me to your room to rape or murder me. Why would you help me, knowing what and who Alfred is?” “As I said before, Alfred will no longer be a problem after the fifth.” The elevator dinged and the door opened. “Please, there is no reason to be afraid. You're too small and human for me.” Frank snorted and guided her to his suite. Dana stood in the hallway with the door open. “Please help yourself to food or something to drink. It all should be still warm.” Frank sat on the couch, trying to make her feel more at ease. Her narrowed blue eyes gazed around the room. “Can you I ask you a couple of questions?” She poured herself a cup of coffee, walked to the window and stared outside. “Of course, and I'll answer as much as I can.” Cruse stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “Alfred bit me, said he needed me to be like him.” She turned to stare at him. Her hands shook when she lifted the coffee cup up. “What's going to happen to me?” Frank leaned up and studied her. “How long ago did he bite you, and where? Did he claim you, mark you as his?” “He bit me sometime early this morning, and I don't think he marked me.” She frowned. “He said I needed to be like him before he could do that. By the way, my name is Whitnee Rae.” Once more she glanced around the room and leaned against the wall, slowly sinking to the floor.

“I would say you have about two hours before the change happens. It will be painful at first, but after your first shift, you should be fine.” Frank stood and carefully moved to her, kneeling down. “You're tired.” He scooped her up into his arms again and sat down in the chair with her. “Why did Alfred want you and how do you know him, Whitnee?” He tucked her blue hair behind her ear. She sighed and laid her head against his chest. “I don't know why I trust you, but I do. Maybe it's because I haven't slept in thirty six hours, who knows? I was at the Rolling Rock last night with my friends. They dragged me there. Alfred was there and my girlfriends picked him for me. Wait till I get a hold of them. Anyway, once we were at his place, he informed me that he knew I was a witch and that he was a wolf. I laughed at him. Never laugh at him.” She reached up and put her hand on her swollen face. “You're the one who's going to challenge him, aren't you?” Whitnee looked up into his eyes. “Yes, so he wanted to use your magic against me?” Frank glanced at his friends. All three of them were furious. Whitnee laughed. “Yeah, but he was a fool. My magic can't be forced, and it would have backfired on him. And I have a feeling that even if he did have my magic, it wouldn't have helped him.” She wrinkled her nose and sniffed. “I stink like him. Can I use your phone? I need to call my mom and dad.” He picked her back up and carried her to the bathroom. “Why don't you take a shower? I'll give you one of my shirts for now, and after that we'll talk about the phone call.” Frank turned and opened the dresser, grabbing one of his shirts. “You're not going to let me call, are you? I've just stepped into a different prison.” She took his shirt and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door, but not before he heard her mumble. “I should have fucking stayed home.” Frank turned and moved to the sitting room, waiting to hear the water start before he said anything. “I know my emotions are all over the place with her. What about the three of you?” “Damn it, she's so small! She can't be our queen.” Cruse snatched up a piece of cantaloupe. Frank frowned. “What are you talking about? I mean, I'm attracted to her, but I would never touch her. You have to be wrong. There is no way she's our queen.” Inside the wolf howled and demanded to take the female, wiping Alfred's scent off of her. Even the vampire half of him was struggling with wanting to claim her. “Damn it, this can't be happening!” “Who said the fates were always wise?” Dana snorted and plopped down onto the couch. “Frank, we're all struggling with the wolf too. You know our half wants to kill Alfred for touching her. There has never been a time in the last hundred years that we've had these feelings, and we all know we would share a female.”

“We'll deal with that later. Now we have to prepare her for the transformation. Do we let her call home, knowing Alfred could be there?” Frank glanced at Cruse, who nodded behind him. “I'm not calling home. I'm calling my mom and dad. I call them every Sunday. They're watching my son, Frank. He's only four and he's going to miss me.” A single tear slipped down her cheek, but she brushed it away. To say he was stunned would be an understatement. The blue hair was gone. Whitnee smiled. “It wasn't permanent. My girlfriend sprayed my hair before we went out.” Frank shook his head. “Sorry, it just shocked me. Sit down, Whitnee. You're going to need your strength for the transformation.” Right now all he wanted to do was rip his own shirt off her body and take her right there against the wall, but he pushed the lust aside. “Why don't you write down your parents’ address and I'll send someone to protect them? Meanwhile, go ahead and call them. But, Whitnee, be careful when you call them. Don't tell them where you are in case Alfred already has men there. Tell them you'll be there to pick up your son tonight.” Frank handed her his cell phone. Whitnee flipped open the phone and dialed the number while she walked to the window. His shirt flowed to her knees. “There is no way she's our queen. She already has a child.” Frank turned to stare at Dana. He snorted. “Where does it say our queen is supposed to be a virgin, Frank? I don't know about you, but I sure don't want a virgin.” Frank frowned and turned back to Whitnee. “Yes, Mom, I'm fine, just running late. We'll be there to pick up Andrew this evening.” “Whitnee Rae, I know you're in trouble. Some men were here earlier looking for you. What's going on now?” Frank heard her yell in the phone. She turned around, fear in her eyes. “Frank…” “Give me the phone, Whitnee. Let me talk to your mom.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, leading her to the chair and took the phone. “Mrs. Rae. My name is Frank Stein. Whitnee is fine and safe.” “And who are you? Did you send those men here? I'm warning you now, you don't want to mess with my family.”

“Mrs. Rae. I didn't send those men to your home, but I do know who did and you need to be careful. They won't hesitate to hurt you or your family. As soon as we can, we'll bring your daughter there to pick up her son. You are welcome to come back with us. We can offer you protection.” Whitnee rolled her eyes and took the phone from him. “Good one. Now she's going to go nuts, knowing I'm in danger.’” Whitnee spoke into the phone. “Mom, we'll explain everything tonight, but I have to go now.” She rubbed her stomach and flinched. “Cruse, get some towels and a wet rag. Dana, get me another shirt. This one will be ruined in a few minutes. And Theodore, send two of our pack over to this address. Make sure they stay out of sight until we can explain everything.” Frank took the phone and tossed it onto the table, glancing down at Whitnee. “It's started. It won't last long, but it will be painful at first. Right now, your organs, muscles, and bones are all changing.” He scooped her up and sat down in her seat. “In a few minutes, I'll help you shift to the dire-wolf. That will be the hardest one, but it's best to get it out of the way, before you shift to the wolf.” Frank took the washcloth from Cruse and wiped her face. “Just so you know, if you don't win, I'm so going to turn him to dog shit.” She bent over. “Hell, this is worse than having a kid.” “Tell us about your son.” Frank rubbed her back, trying to distract her from what was going to happen. Whitnee grinned and got a faraway look. “Andrew, his name is Andrew. He's such a smart little boy. He's already tested at a first-grade level. They wanted me to put him into the first grade right off the bat when he starts school next year, but I said no. I want him to enjoy kindergarten. Maybe later he can jump a grade, but not the first year.” She doubled over again, but continued in a whisper. “He has my eyes and mouth, but has his father's hair and nose. Thank God he has my patience. I just hope he didn't see enough of his father's actions to influence him.” “Where is his father? Did he hurt you?” The thought of another man hurting her sent a violent tremble through him. “He's dead. My father doesn't say much, but when I ended up in the hospital the last time with a broken jaw, three ribs cracked, and my arm broken, it was too much.” She slowly sat up. “My father turned him into a turtle and made turtle soup for himself. Ate the whole thing, too.” Frank glanced at Dana, Cruse, and Theodore. “Remind me not to make her parents mad.” They all nodded in agreement. Whitnee laughed, but stopped when the change started. Her large blue eyes gazed up at him.

“It's time, Whitnee.” He stood and gently set her on her feet. “It would be better if you were naked.” She didn't hesitate, ripping the shirt over her head and grabbing his arm as he threw the shirt to the floor. “Frank!!” He released the magic and shifted, as did his inner pack. Their magic poured over her, helping ease the transformation. She screamed. Bones cracked, muscles snapped and contracted, and white fur broke through her skin. All four of them surrounded her, waiting for the last push of magic to move through her. Whitnee bent over and snarled, then slowly rose to six feet in height. Her blue eyes gazed around the room, then back at them. “It's over. In a little while I'll show you how to shift to the wolf, but for now just relax and build your strength.” His voice was deep and garbled. “Everything is much louder and my vision is amazing.” Whitnee took slow steps to the bathroom and gazed into the bathroom mirror. “Damn, I'm taller too.” Frank stood behind her and grinned. “You're always bigger in the dire-wolf form. Let's shift to the wolf form now. I want you to picture a wolf and hold it.” Her big blue eyes held his in the mirror. “It won't hurt, will it?” He shook his head. “No, it's just different, but no pain.” Frank stood back watching as she closed her eyes and started the shift. In no time, a small white wolf glanced up at him, wagging her tail. “Very good, now test out your legs. Go into the sitting room.”

Chapter Three

Whitnee glanced up at Frank before she moved to the sitting room. Even though he was a giant, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. His green eyes could capture any female and his hair was like silk. Hell, he even smelled good. All four of them smelled good, and the wolf sure wanted to raise her tail and expose herself to them. She shook her head and slowly moved to the sitting room. All four men kneeled down and ran their fingers through her fur. “You're beautiful, Whitnee. Never seen such a small, dainty female wolf before.” The man named Cruse praised her. “It's time to change back to your human form, Whitnee. We need to pick up your son and the things you'll need for your stay here.” Frank stood and transformed back into his human self. His black jeans covered his long muscular legs and a black tank top covered his chest, which she so wanted to lick and kiss. “Again, picture your human form.” Frank reached behind him and held out his shirt as she shifted to her human form. “Damn, that was weird. Will it get easier, and can I shift anytime?” She stepped into the shirt and started to button it. “Yes, you'll be able to shift faster and easier as time goes on, any time you want. Just make sure you don't do it too often in one day. It tires you out. I've ordered an early dinner for you. You need lots of iron now. While you're eating, I want you to make a list of things you'll need for Andrew. I'll have someone run out and get them for you.” Frank walked to the door and glanced back at her. “I'll be back in plenty of time for us to get your son. Dana, let's go.” Frank moved out of the room and shut the door behind them. She frowned. “Did I do something to upset him?” A knock on the door drew her attention as Theodore moved to open it. “Room service,” the man behind the door called. “Don't!” Whitnee yelled and held up her hand, sending her magic to the door. “It's not room service.” Cruse stepped in front of her as Theodore glanced over his shoulder at her, frowning. “How do you—” He didn't finish the sentence when they all heard fists pounding flesh behind the door.

Both men rushed to the door and tried to throw the door open but couldn't. Cruse turned to her. “Open it. Frank's out there with Dana.” Whitnee glared at him and waved her hand. “Fine, but I'm warning you if those pricks get me again, I'll make sure Dad knows.” She took off to the bedroom and slammed the door. “I'll be damned if they get me again.” Magical symbols danced in front of her and she sent them to the bedroom door, sealing it. Whitnee sighed and turned to glance at the bed. She sniffed around the bed and growled. Another female had been in his bed and the wolf inside her wanted to track her down to rip her throat out. Ripping the sheets off the bed, Whitnee threw them into the corner of the room and plopped down on the stripped bed. “Dickhead. Too big, my ass.” She jerked at the pounding on the door. “Whitnee, open this door,” Frank shouted. “Are they gone?” Whitnee stood up, slowly moving to the door. “I wouldn't be here pounding on the door otherwise.” He pounded twice more on the door. “Back away from the door.” Whitnee removed the spell and the door opened. Frank came into the room, glancing at her, then at the bed. He raised his eyebrow at her, questioning. “What? I wasn't going to sit on those filthy sheets. Her stink is all over them.” Whitnee moved around him and into the other room. “So what are we going to do now that they know I'm here?” Cruse stepped in front of her, frowning at her. “Did you threaten me earlier?” She shrugged. “I could have, but then again, if I remember it right, all of you did say I would be safe here and look what happened.” “We have to move. We don't have time to deal with this. Dana, inform the pack we're heading to the house. Tell them to tighten security. We'll stop and pick up her son and parents if they are coming now. Let's move,” Frank ordered. Whitnee whipped around and faced him. “I can't go out in this.” “There is nothing wrong with what you are wearing. It looks like a dress anyway. Now, let's go.” Frank wrapped his arm around her waist, moving toward the elevator. “Damn it, Frank. If my mom or dad sees me in this shirt, they'll ask questions later.” She grumbled as he pushed her into the elevator. “We'll deal with your folks when we get there. Dana, I want to know how the hell Alfred's men got up here and if they knew about us or if they were just looking for her.”

He shoved a piece of paper into her hand and a pen. “Start writing fast what you'll need for your son. Cruse, when she's done, take the list to Melody and have her go shopping and meet us at the house. Make sure she picks up food. Also, we haven't stocked it for a while. Matter of fact, have Timber go with her to help. We stay in pairs now till the challenge is over.” The door opened and Whitnee sighed, writing as fast as she could. Cruse, Frank, and Theodore surrounded her while she wrote. “Okay, this should be it. Remind me to make sure Mom gives me Andrew's medicine and breathing machine before we leave.” She handed Cruse the list. “I've put some foods on there for Andrew, because there are certain things he can't eat.” Cruse nodded and moved away while Frank pulled her out the front door into a waiting SUV. Whitnee got into the back and stared out the darkened windows, curling her feet under her. Theodore jumped into the driver's side. Cruse took up the front passenger side while Frank once more picked her up and settled her onto his lap. Dana crawled in next to them. “Let's go. You have the address, right?” Frank asked glanced at Theodore in the rearview mirror. She watched the passing cars, trying to figure out why this man drove every hormone in her body crazy. Frank took her small hand and put it in his. “What's wrong with your son, Whitnee?” Whitnee glanced up at him, then back out the window. “I was six months pregnant when Carl attacked me, sending me to the hospital. My water broke and they had to take him early, because of this his lungs and other organs weren't fully developed. He was in the hospital for a month and a half before I could bring him home. He has problems breathing when it's warm, or allergies are high. Andrew loves to watch football–it's our favorite thing to do together. I've taken him to four games so far. He keeps telling me he wants to play football when he gets big, but…” She shook her head. “I don't see it happening.” “Never give up hope, Whitnee.” Frank kissed the top of her head and rested his chin on it when she curled up onto his lap, resting her head on his chest. “I'll never give up. He's all that matters now,” she whispered. ****

Frank knew he was losing the battle with his heart. When he had left the room earlier he had every intention of taking his sexual needs out on Alex again. Once they stepped into the lobby downstairs, he knew he couldn't, but he still needed to feed and right now he wouldn't even consider taking Whitnee's blood. Soon he would explain everything to her, but for now he needed to make sure she was safe.

“Cruse, we're going to need to feed. Have four of our donors come to the house. Make sure they're in the office and out of sight when we get there.” “You know, you could feed from Whitnee.” Dana glanced at him and he shook his head. “No, maybe after the challenge, but not until we can explain what she is to us and who we are.” Dana smirked. “So you're finally admitting she's our queen?” “Shut up. Dana. I still think the fates fucked up. How the hell is she going to take the four of us? She's so small.” Frank rubbed his chin on her head and inhaled her scent, sighing. “She'll be fine. I have a feeling Whitnee's a lot stronger than you give her credit for.” Whitnee sat up and glanced out the window. “We're here. You might want me to go in first. God knows what Dad and Mom will do when they see me.” She grinned. “I'd hate to see four turtles crawling around the house. Then Andrew will want a turtle.” Whitnee laughed when they pulled into the driveway. “You'll stay behind me, Whitnee, until I'm sure no one is in the house with your parents. My men have taken out the two who paid a visit already, but we need to make sure no others showed up.” He tightened his grip on her and nodded to Cruse and Theodore, who stepped out of the car, scanning their surroundings. The front door banged open and a man stepped out, waving his hands. Whitnee jumped out of the car before he could stop her. “No, Dad, they're with me!” she yelled and tried to run up to the house, but Cruse caught her and placed her behind him. “You were told to stay with Frank. Woman, you are pissing me off,” Cruse said. The man moved slowly towards them. “I suggest you take your hands off my daughter and don't threaten her again.” Frank stepped forward and offered his hand. “Mr. Rae, I'm Frank Stein. I talked to your wife earlier. I'm sorry about everything, but right now we have to be extra careful with your daughter. Is there anyone in the house other than your family?” Mr. Rae narrowed his gaze on him. “No, and you'd better explain better than that.” Frank glanced around. “Maybe we should take this inside? I really don't like having Whitnee out here in the open right now.” “For Pete's sake, Dad, they saved me,” Whitnee whined. “Don't start with that mouth, young lady. Follow me, Mr. Stein.” He turned and made his way up to the house.

“I don't think so,” Whitnee mumbled under her breath. Cruse leaned down and stared down at her. “Your father might not spank you, but I sure will later.” Whitnee glared at him. “And who the hell do you think you are? Remember, I'm a tiny human and I could get hurt.” She threw a look at him and tried to follow her father. Frank pulled her back into his arms. “Whitnee, enough. We'll explain later, but right now we need to settle your parents and get somewhere safe.” He turned her around, pushing her towards the door and swatting her ass. “Whitnee, you have a fine ass to swat.” “It's my ass, so hands off.” She stomped up the stairs and into the house. “Men!” She snarled when she went past her father. A small black-haired boy ran to her and jumped in her arms. “Mommy!” His small arms wrapped around her neck. “Have you been a good boy?” Whitnee kissed his cheeks and laughed as he squirmed to get down, seeing Frank. “He's big. Who is he?” Andrew held onto her hand as she turned to him. “Andrew, this is Mr. Stein. We're going to be staying with him and his friends for the next few days. Frank, this is my son, Andrew.” Frank kneeled down in front of the boy and held out his hand. At first Andrew just stared at him, then slowly put his hand in his. “It's a pleasure to meet you, little warrior.” Gently, Frank shook the little guy's hand. He turned when a woman built like Whitnee came into the room. “Whitnee Rae, what are you wearing?” Whitnee rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Mom, I didn't have time to get new clothes, okay? Frank loaned me one of his shirts so I wouldn't have to stroll around naked, since my other clothes were torn up and dirty. Now, let's sit down and I'll tell you what happened.” Whitnee turned to her father. “And please hear me out before you go crazy.” “I'll hold my peace and I won't go wild.” He frowned at his daughter while she sat down, scooping Andrew in her lap. “Please, Frank, Cruse, Dana, Theodore, please sit.” Whitnee waited till everyone sat and she turned to her mom. “Marci and Allie took me out last night. Well, it was more of a booty call than anything.” She covered Andrew's ears. “Anyway, the man they picked for me happened to be Alfred Grant. No, I didn't know who the hell he was before you even ask Dad.” She sighed and glanced behind her.

Mr. Rae shook his head. “Go on.” “I don't know how, but he knew I'm a witch and decided he was going to keep me. In his words, he was going to change me and mate with me so he could use my powers against Frank in the upcoming challenge. I tried to get away, but I couldn't. My magic wouldn't work. He bit me and thought I would be out for a while, so he left me alone. That's when I escaped, but four of his men tracked me to the subway. That's when Frank and his men found me. They helped me escape, Momma, and they helped me through the change.” “Oh baby, I'm so sorry. See, that's why you should just use your toys. They don't lead you anywhere and you can control them.” Her mother patted her arm. “Mom, please!” Whitnee rolled her eyes. Her face turned a pale pink and she glanced at Frank. Andrew squirmed in her arms. “Mommy, you have toys too? Can I play with them?” “See what you started? Yes, Mommy has toys, but they're adult toys, Andrew, not for little kids.” She groaned and buried her face into Andrew's head. Mr. Rae held out his hand. “Thank you for saving our baby. Please call me Bran. Are you really going to challenge Alfred? You know he'll fight dirty. Met him once, didn't like him even then.” Frank took his hand and shook it. “It was no problem, but yes, I'm going to challenge him. It's time someone took back the packs and brought back honor. Will you and your wife come with us? We have a large home just outside the city. It will be safe there.” Bran turned to his wife and she nodded. “Yes, we'll drive our car so we have a way back, but I don't trust Alfred not to show up again, and I'm not about to risk my wife.” Three suitcases showed up next to the door, followed by a breathing machine. “Whitnee, you have clothes up in your old room. Why don't you go change and bring what you have up there?” Her mother pulled Andrew into her arms and stood. “Go on now.” “Mom, don't you start on them. They just helped me.” Whitnee narrowed her gaze on her mother. “They're not interested in me that way, so don't start.” She pointed at her mother before she turned and ran up the stairs. “You can call me Eve, and I, too, want to thank you for helping our baby.” She sighed. “I'm sorry the way I reacted on the phone. Ever since her ex, well, we worry.” Her gaze met Frank's. “There's more, isn't there?” Frank glanced back at his men and they nodded. “We believe she's our queen. We haven't said anything to her yet. With the challenge coming up I'd rather wait till things settle down.” Eve stepped closer and glanced up at him. “You're something other than wolf and vampire, but human too. How can that be?”

Bran laughed. “One of my wife's gifts is to see others’ gifts.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Yes, the four of us are vampire and wolf. I also have other parts in me, one being human and the other part machine. I was created more than three hundred years ago in England.” Eve's hand went to her throat. “I know who you are! There are whispers among our kind about when you would make yourself known, but we never believed it would be in our time. It's an honor to meet you. Now I can relax because I know our baby will be protected and so will this guy.” She kissed the little boy's head. “But Frank, Whitnee's been hurt badly. She hasn't told us all of it, but it's taken more than a year for her friends to just get her to go out, and when she does, look at what happens.” Eve glanced at her husband. “She'll be fine, Eve. Our baby is stronger then you give her credit for.” He pulled her into his arms. “You'd better go get his medicine and lock up the back of the house.” “Fine, you take Andrew.” Eve handed Andrew to Bran and left the room. “You'll find my daughter has inherited her mother's stubborn streak.” He laughed. “I heard that, Dad, and I'm not stubborn, just cautious.” Whitnee came into the room in a green sundress which showed the swell of her breasts. Her hair was brushed and pulled back into a braid. “Here, give me my baby.” Frank stepped forward and took the bag off her shoulder. “I'll carry this for you. You carry Andrew. We really should be going. I don't like being here too long. Dana, Cruse, check outside and Theodore, ride with Whitnee's parents, just in case.” “All locked up, and I have Andrew's medicine.” Eve came into the room and smiled at Whitnee. “Much better.” She nodded at the dress. He wrapped his arm around Whitnee and pulled her to the door. “Let's go. It's all clear.”

Chapter Four

Whitnee glanced out the window with her son. “It's big, Mommy. Do they have a swing set?” Andrew asked, his eyes all big. He squirmed in her seat as the car came to a stop in front of the colonial house. “I don't think they have a swing set, Andrew, but we brought some of your toys.” Whitnee glanced up at Cruse as he opened her door and held out his hand for her. “We have a tire swing in the back and a pool. Would that be okay?” Cruse smiled as Andrew jumped out of the car and squealed. “Mommy, can we go swimming, please?” She took Cruse's hand and laughed. “Did you already eat lunch and take your breathing treatment?” “Yes, he did. He was a great little boy.” Eve smiled and took his hand. “Well, then, after we find our rooms and get settled, we'll go swimming. Okay?” Whitnee stepped onto the porch and glanced around. Guards patrolled the immaculate and well-groomed grounds. A large brick wall surrounded the estate. “This place is amazing.” Frank smiled. “I'm glad you like it. I've had it for a very long time. Come, let's get you settled. We'll show you to your rooms, then we have to attend to a little business.” Whitnee walked into the great hall and shook her head. “This place could be in Architectural Digest.” She traced her hand along the wood wall. “Let me show you where the kitchen and family room is, then we'll show you to your rooms.” Frank moved down the hallway passing a large door to the left. She stopped and stared at the carvings around the door. “These tell a story, don't they?” Whitnee whispered, then frowned when she heard girls laughing behind the door. Frank stepped in front of her and moved her away from the door. “I'll tell you the story later, I'm sure Andrew is waiting to go swimming.” Whitnee narrowed her gaze and glanced back at the door when it opened and a woman stuck her head out squealing. “Frank, it's about time! Are Cruse, Dana, and Theodore with you? We've been waiting for the past half hour for you.” She pouted, moving up to him, then glanced at Whitnee. “Who's this?” Her neck heated, her skin tingled and Whitnee knew the wolf was struggling to come out. “It's obvious we kept you away from your guests. Why don't we find our way up to our rooms and leave you

to them?” She pulled out of his arms. “Come on, Mom, we can find our rooms and take Andrew to the pool while they conduct their business.” She turned to go to up the stairs and stopped. “I take it our rooms are upstairs and I'm not going to open a door and find other bimbos, am I?” Frank grabbed onto the woman as she tried to lunge at her. “Enough! Debbie, get into the office. We'll be in there in a minute.” He pushed her into the room and closed the door, turning to Whitnee. “We need to talk. Follow me.” “No, we don't. You don't have to explain anything to me. This is your home and you're just protecting me. I would just appreciate it if you kept the women away from my son. Now, what room do you want us in?” Whitnee's hand hurt as she grasped the banister tightly. Not saying a word, Frank swung around and threw her over his shoulder. “Cruse, show Eve and Bran to their room while I talk to Whitnee.” Whitnee pounded on his back as he moved through the house. “Put me down. You have no right to manhandle me!” He swatted her ass. “Shut up and listen.” He dumped her onto the couch and sighed. “I wanted to wait till after the challenge to tell you any of this. Your parents already know what I am.” He walked over to the bar and poured himself a shot of whiskey, downing it and staring at her. “I've been alive for more than three hundred years, Whitnee. I was created in a laboratory. I'm part vampire, wolf, human, and machine. My father, or the man who created me, was killed and the people who killed him thought they had killed me. I escaped to come here to the new world.” He walked around and kneeled before her and cupped her face. “Those women are here to feed us, that's all. All four of us need blood every other day to survive. We pay for their homes and make sure they are taken care of, but that's all. I wanted to deny it, Whitnee, but I can't anymore. You're special to all four of us. Give me time to get this challenge over with.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips softly. All she wanted to do was wrap her arms around him and deepen the kiss, but it was crazy. She'd just met him. Whitnee sat back and stared at him. “A vampire, too? Boy, I'm way over my head here. Couldn't you have picked men to feed from? Those women, from what I saw, are gorgeous and it's obvious they think it's more than feeding.” She closed her eyes. “Why couldn't you feed from me if I'm so special?” Her mother had told her the story of Frankenstein growing up, the true story passed down to each generation in their family. The circle of witches and wizards always knew once this man stepped into the open, he would draw all species together to create a harmony like none before. She shook her head and pushed at Frank's chest. “Let me up, Frank.” He stood slowly, holding out his hand. “We all can't feed from you, Whitnee.”

She nodded and put her hand into his standing. “Fine, I understand, but there has to be a mistake, Frank. The four of you will live forever. I won't. You're going to be the leader of so many. You need someone by your side who is just as powerful, not me. I think you're right not to push this attraction between us, and as you have told me before, I'm too small for you.” Whitnee patted his chest and moved around him, but he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back into his chest. Frank sat in her spot on the sofa, dragging her down onto his lap. Dana, Cruse, and Theodore moved into the room. Cruse kneeled down between her legs and Frank's as Cruse lifted each of her legs and draped them over Frank's legs. Dana kneeled on the floor to their right while Theodore sat on their left side each reached inside and lifted one of her breasts out of her dress. “You're beautiful and ours, Whitnee. Look at their faces and know what you do to each of us. You can feel what you do to me.” Frank scraped her neck with his fangs while he brushed his cock against her ass. Cruse slowly pushed her dress up and traced the outline of her thong with his fingertips. He leaned down and nibbled her inner thigh. “We can smell your cream, Whitnee. I need a taste,” Cruse whispered and pushed aside her thong, running his tongue along her pussy lips, while Dana and Theodore each took a nipple into their mouths, sucking. “Frank…” The feeling of four mouths on her was too much. She couldn't think. Whitnee reached down to grab onto Cruse's head, but he tucked her hands under Frank's legs. “Leave them there, Whitnee.” Cruse slid his tongue into her pussy and she squirmed but couldn't go anywhere. Whitnee was so close to coming she couldn't help the moan that slipped out. “What are you doing to me?” Frank brushed his lips against her ear. “We're marking you, Whitnee, showing you and everyone else that you belong to us.” Four set of fangs bit into her at once. Frank at her neck, Dana and Theodore at her breasts and Cruse right above her pussy they marked her, tasted her. Her toes curled, her heart raced, and the most powerful orgasm she ever had raced through her. There was no way to fight them and Whitnee didn't want to. The wolf inside her howled and her body wasn't hers any more—it was theirs. ****

Whitnee's blood rushed into him with a bang. Frank slowly withdrew his fangs from her neck and sealed his mark with a lick across it. “What the hell just happened? Never had so little filled me so quickly, and her blood is so powerful.” Cruse glanced up at him as he licked her pussy lips one more time and straightened her dress and thong.

“How are you feeling, Whitnee? Did we take too much?” Frank slowly turned her to face him when Dana and Theodore covered her breasts once more. “Hmm, feel great.” She grinned and opened her eyes, staring at him. “Wow, do your bites pack a punch.” Whitnee reached up and touched her neck. “We're going to have a problem. The thought of you doing what you did to me to those women…” She glared up at him. “You've marked me, but how would you feel if I had to feed from another man?” She pushed his hands away and tried to stand, but he held her tight. “I don't know how it's possible, but we don't need to feed from them anymore. I'll have them sent home. It seems just a tiny bit of your blood fills us and the power behind it is amazing.” Frank placed both of his hands on her cheeks and held her head. “You're ours, Whitnee. This just proves it to us. You were meant to be ours.” Frank lowered his head and nibbled on her lower lip, watching her eyes grow big. “Really? You're not going to feed from them?” she asked when he released her and Cruse helped her stand. “No, we're not going to feed from them. As long as you feel fine, there is no sense. We'd rather nibble your body than any other female.” Cruse kissed her lips softly. “Now, come, let's show you to your room. I believe the little guy wants to go swimming.” Cruse led her out of the room and he shook his head. “Amazing. I have no idea what's going on. I've never heard of anything like this, but it also worries me.” He glanced up at Dana and Theodore. “If her blood is so powerful, and if word gets out about it, her life could be in an even bigger danger, let alone the life of her son.” The thought of someone hurting her or Andrew brought the monster of legend close to the surface. Dana moved in front of him. “I've never seen you this furious. You need to pull yourself together, Frank. We have a bigger problem. If Alfred Grant knows about her blood, he could have told anyone.” The red haze in his mind slowly faded and his gaze held Dana's. “Contact our spy. Have him find out whatever he can on what Alfred knows about Whitnee. Oh, and Theodore, send the feeders home. We won't need them any time soon.” Both men moved to do his bidding as he strolled into the kitchen and he glanced outside. Whitnee stood by the side of the pool, her red shoulder length hair swayed gentle from the wind, her bathing suit enhanced every curve in her body. “How the hell am I supposed to concentrate on the upcoming challenge when she's walking around in that?” The sound of a woman's gentle laughter behind him drew his attention and he turned to see her mother standing there, smiling. “I see you gentlemen didn't waste any time marking my daughter. Tell

me, was her blood enough to hold all four of you off? I saw Theodore pushing the women out the front door.” Frank nodded, indicating she should sit. “Please have a seat. I have a couple of questions for you as well.” He pulled out a chair for her and sat down next to her. “We were all shocked at the power she has flowing through her, but what really surprised us was how little we needed to feed. Do you know anything about this?” Eve studied him for a minute and smiled. “You haven't heard of the prediction, then?” He was getting nowhere with this woman. She kept asking him questions instead of answering his. “I have no idea what you're talking about.” She nodded. “Every female in our family knows to tell this story to their daughters so that one day we might help when he appeared.” Eve nodded to him. “I don't know if it was just our family or not—my mother and grandmother never told me. They just told me never to repeat it to anyone but our daughters, if we had any.” Getting up, she went to the fridge and pulled out a can of Pepsi. “I first heard the story when I was five. It was told to me every week as a fairy tale. I of course repeated it to Whitnee every week when she was a little girl. I think that's why she has accepted all of you so easily, even after what has happened to her.” Eve sat back down and patted his arm. “It was told long ago that a stranger, tall and vicious to those who threatened any in his clan, would come stepping out into the open to protect those who are weaker. Beside him would stand his own personal clan, those whom he had chosen to stand beside him throughout time. Only one female would be mated to all of them. This female would be powerful only to them. Her blood, her body, and soul would hold all four men together, but mostly, she would calm the monster in the chosen one. Only she could bear his children and bring peace to the red haze of violence that flowed in him hidden waiting to come out.” Eve stopped and smiled at him, patting his arm. “In return, he would love her like no other. She would want for nothing and their children would eventually lead all kinds into the open to a safe world which their father and his men had created. On his birthday, the day he was created, the Fourth of July, no other except his inner clan and his female can satisfy the sexual hunger in him. For that day only he would be hard on his female, but with the help of his men, the five of them come together a powerful force to last their blood cravings for the year.” Small warm arms surrounded his neck, Whitnee leaned down and kissed his cheek as her mother went outside. “On the first night of the Fourth, they would turn their queen to what they were. Their love would be fierce that night, but she too would crave the rough loving from her men, knowing that when the night was over, there would be a new life. Their first child would be conceived.” Whitnee slipped into his lap and traced her fingers over his bottom lip. “So you see, my handsome man, you will be at your strongest when you meet Alfred. My blood can help no other, only you. I couldn't figure out why I felt so threatened with other females around

you, but my mother reminded me of the story passed down in our family and it all makes sense now.” Whitnee glanced out the window at her son, a worried look on her face. “I'm scared for him, Frank. He's my son. Not the dickhead's, but mine.” She glanced up at him as a tear rolled down her cheek. “I can't lose him, Frank. I know my place now, but the thought of him being sick or hurt…” Frank lifted her chin when she lowered her gaze. “He'll be fine. I think I can help him. After the challenge, I would like to give him a small amount of my blood. Then he would be part of me and I believe it would heal him. Would you allow me to do this for you?” Frank kissed her nose. “Would it make him like you, us? I think he should have the choice to come over when he is older.” She tried to wrap her arms around him, but couldn't reach totally around him because of his size. “It won't change him, just make him stronger till he makes his choice.” He cupped her breast, flicking her nipple with his thumb. “Do you believe the story that was handed down in your family? How could one family be singled out?” Cruse stepped into the kitchen and pulled a chair out, straddling it. “I've heard a similar story, Frank, and so has Dana and Theodore, but it's different from hers. I don't know if it was just passed down through wolf lines or what, but it was told that three male wolves would be selected to serve a chosen one. This chosen one would guide and bring peace among all. At first we all ignored it until you started talking and making plans to challenge Alfred. The last piece of the puzzle came when Whitnee stepped into the picture. Even today you are wound more tightly then we've ever seen you.” Theodore and Dana came into the room and sat around the table. “He's right, you know. You're the one to bring peace to all. Didn't you think it odd that Alfred had two vampires helping him out? Wouldn't Christopher put a stop to that? He's supposed to be your friend, but if what the legend says is true, he might see you as a threat, as does Alfred. Maybe that's why they want Whitnee, knowing she is the one thing you would go crazy to protect. If they can bring out your monster, who will follow you then?” Dana leaned back in his chair. Once again the red haze clouded his mind. The threat of someone hurting Whitnee had him sucking in his breath. “Easy, big man, I'm right here and all of you are surrounding me.” Whitnee leaned up, kissing his lips. His gaze focused on hers and he took her mouth hard. He nipped at her lower lip, demanding entrance, and she opened for him. Frank slid his tongue into her mouth, exploring and dueling with hers. He moved his hand into the bottom of her bathing suit and pushed two fingers into her pussy. She moaned, her breasts rubbed against his chest, and he could feel her nipples harden. Whitnee was on fire; her pussy clenched his fingers, soaking them with her nectar.

He pulled back, breaking the kiss. “We're going to have to stretch you before tomorrow night, Whitnee. I don't want to hurt you.” In and out he moved his fingers, leaning her down to get better access to her pussy. Frank added another finger to her pussy and she tensed, but only for a minute before she squirmed, thrusting her pussy onto his fingers. Slowly he stood, holding her upper body with one arm and keeping his fingers in her pussy. He carried her to his office where Dana and Cruse cleaned off the top of his desk. Frank slowly lowered her back to the desk, while Cruse stripped off the bottom of her suit and Dana unfastened her top, exposing her breasts to their view. “You're so beautiful. Your skin turns a soft pink when you're flushed and excited.” Frank kneeled and licked around his fingers as he fucked her pussy with his hand. “Spread her legs wider, gentlemen.” Cruse and Dana each grabbed a leg and held onto to it, kissing her skin, while Theodore played with her breasts. “Pinch her nipples and make them stand straight. Soon I want them pierced, along with her clit. Look at how our pussy sucks my fingers, needing more.” Frank gazed up into her face. “Look at me, Whitnee, and don't look away. Do you want me to slow down or do you want me to fuck this hot pussy harder and quicker with my fingers? Or maybe we should…” Frank wet another finger with her juices and slid it down to her ass, pushing it into her. “You've never had anyone in here, have you?” She shook her head. “More, harder, please…” she begged. “You like it a little rough, don't you, Whitnee? Being held down, hands touching you? Just wait till tomorrow night. Did you know that the steel rod that was supposed to be in my neck is in my cock? Barbells also. Just imagine what pleasure I'll give you tomorrow. I'll fuck your pussy while I have Cruse fuck your ass, or I'll fuck your ass while Dana or Theodore fuck your pussy.” Goosebumps broke out on her skin and her legs trembled in Cruse's and Dana's hands as she clawed at the desk and little sounds gurgled in her throat. Frank couldn't believe how lucky he was. She was perfect for them. “Oh, we must not forget about that mouth. We'll have to make sure you're sucking on one of our cocks tomorrow night, or maybe tonight I might let you take the edge off all of us, by sucking us before we tuck you into bed.” Frank wiggled his fingers inside her and found her secret button. She screamed as he lowered his head and sucked her clit into his mouth, scraping it with his fang. A small amount of her blood dripped on his tongue, her hips jerked, but he held them down, sending another orgasm through her.

Chapter Five

Whitnee couldn't breathe, move, or see straight. Little tremors of pleasure still coursed through her body as Frank slowly removed his fingers, licking them. “Mm, pure honey, baby, pure honey.” He grinned and slowly helped her sit up. Her nipples were as tender as her pussy. “Why don't you go hop into the pool, Whitnee? It will help with the soreness.” Frank kneeled down in front of her and held her bikini bottom open for her to step into. On wobbly legs she stepped into the bathing suit and he pulled it up her legs, kissing her skin as he went. “I think I'm going to have to run to the store before tomorrow night and get some toys just for you.” He nipped at her nipple and wrapped the bathing suit top that Dana held out to him around her. “Tonight we'll make sure you wear a nice butt plug to bed. That way, you'll be stretched by tomorrow. We'll start with a small one, then come in and change it every few hours.” His gaze held hers. “Your nipples are nice and hard.” He brushed his knuckles over them. “Go now, before I take you right now.” He snarled and swatted her ass as he pushed her towards the door. Whitnee grinned like a fool as she turned back and gazed down his body to land on his cock. “Don't forget your promise to let me suck you dry tonight, boys.” She licked her lips and dashed out the door hearing them growl behind her. “You'll pay for that, little one!” Frank yelled as he watched her run out to the pool and jump in. The cool water caressed her overheated body and she moaned, kicking back up to the surface. She opened her eyes. Her mother smiled at her while her father just shook his head. “Never knew my daughter was a screamer. Takes after your mother, there.” He laughed and she ducked under the water again. Her face heated. Could she be more embarrassed? Breaking the surface, Whitnee slowly climbed out of the pool and headed to Andrew who played with his trucks. “Hey, little guy, how you feeling? Do you need something to drink?” His big blue eyes glanced up at her, and he grinned. “Grandma said you were playing hide and seek and that Mr. Stein got you and that's why you screamed. Can we play hide and seek?” Whitnee moaned and heard Frank laugh behind her. “Sure we can. Why don't you go hide anywhere in the house, as long as it's downstairs, and I'll find you?” Frank picked up Andrew and threw him into the air. Andrew squealed and laughed as he ran off to find a place to hide when Frank set him down. “Count to twenty!” Andrew yelled before disappearing.

Frank leaned down and whispered, “He doesn't scream half as loud as you. We'll have to make sure your mouth is stuffed tomorrow night. One!” Frank nipped her neck and sat down on one of the lounge chairs, pulling her on top of his lap. “Two.” Frank glanced over at her parents, who just grinned like fools. “You two are embarrassing me here.” She squirmed in his lap, getting his pants all wet. Her mother waved her hand. “Nonsense. Why should you be embarrassed? We're all grown adults here. Do you really think we're prudes? I'll have you know your father here used to own his a private fetish club for a while. We visit it every time we're in Salem.” Whitnee buried her face into Frank's chest. “Bury me now!” “Three. Oh come on, Whitnee, you can't be embarrassed about that, not after what I just did to you.” He hugged her. Eve laughed. “She always was sensitive, but honey, I have a feeling you're gonna get over that shyness real quick with the four of your men.” “If I remember correctly,” her father said to her mother, “you were also shy until I tied you down to the spanking bench. Just a few swats across that nice round ass and you were screaming like a banshee.” Bran smacked her mother's thigh to prove his point, and she moaned. “Dad! I can't believe we're having this conversation.” Whitnee shook her head and watched Dana, Cruse, and Theodore come out to join them. “What conversation? Did we miss something?” Cruse asked, smiling. “Four. Bran was just telling us about the fetish club he used to own in Salem. It seems our queen is a bit on the shy side.” Frank flipped her around so that she was lying on his chest, ass up. “We'll find out tomorrow night how well you take to spanking. Who knows? Maybe you'll be like your mother there too.” He swatted her ass and she jumped. “Your men sure do have large hands.” Her mother squealed as her father picked her up and swung her over his shoulder. “If you'll excuse us, I think my wife needs a little lesson on who's master,” Bran grumbled and swatted her ass as he moved into the house. “I'm ready, Mr. Stein.” Andrew's small voice broke through their laughter and Whitnee sat up. “Andrew, are you all right?” She got up and went into the house, searching for Andrew. His voice had been strained and she could hear the wheezing as she got closer to him. “What's wrong?” Frank moved next to her, as did all of her men.

“Can't you hear him? He's have trouble breathing.” Whitnee turned the corner into the family room moving towards Andrew, but Frank was there before her picking him up. “Found you, little one.” He frowned and carried him to the sofa. Sweat covered Andrew's little forehead and he smiled, but couldn't catch his breath. “I'll go get the breathing machine.” She went to move out of the room, but Dana stopped her and turned her around. “Watch, Frank will heal him.” Dana whispered into her ear and wrapped his arms around her. “He'll be okay.” He kissed her neck as she watched Frank whisper into Andrew's ear. Andrew closed his eyes while Frank's fang poked a hole in his finger. Frank stuck his finger into the boy's mouth, dripping his blood into it. Whitnee held her breath and watched slowly as Andrew's breathing returned to normal, his skin color improved, and he started to snore. Tears slipped down her face as she kneeled beside him. “He's going to be okay?” She brushed Andrew's hair out of his face. “He'll sleep for a couple of hours, but he should be fine when he wakes up.” Frank cupped her cheek. “I told you I wouldn't let anything happen to either of you, Whitnee, and I meant it. He's my son now and I'll protect him.” Frank stood with Andrew in his arms. “Come, let's go put him to bed. We can start the grill and get supper cooking while he sleeps. He'll be hungry when he wakes.” Whitnee watched Frank carry Andrew up the stairs and put him into the large bed, covering him with a sheet. He leaned down, kissing his head. Right at that minute, Whitnee loved Frank and her men. She turned and left the room, going to her room to change. Strong emotions whirled around her as she slipped off her bathing suit and hung it up in the bathroom attached to her room. She stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water, letting the stream of water wash away her tears. Her shoulders shook as the sobs came on all of a sudden, then gentle arms turned her around and she looked up into Frank's face. “I never believed we would find anyone who would want us. I always figured we would be alone, just the two of us.” Frank smiled and picked her up, cupping her ass. “You'll never be alone, Whitnee. We'll always be there for you.” He kissed her lips and slowly let her down, rubbing his massive hard on. Her gaze traveled down his body, as she stepped back, and she looked at his cock. “Oh my God, you're huge!” She lowered to her knees and leaned in, licking the head of his cock. “And so thick, mmm.” She reached and cupped his large balls while playing with the barbells on his cock.

“Darling, don't tempt me.” He snarled and yanked on her hair to draw her back. “Who's tempting you? I want to eat you up,” she whispered and wrapped her mouth around his cock, only taking half of it into her mouth before he hit the back of her throat. One of these days I'll learn to take him all, Whitnee promised herself, going up and down on his cock. He moaned and guided her head up and down his cock. “That's it, baby, nice and tight. Scrape your teeth along the skin gently.” His balls tightened in her hand and she knew he was close to shooting his load into her mouth. Whitnee squeezed his balls a little harder and raked her teeth against the soft skin as he instructed. “Drink me, baby!” he cried and released his load into her throat. He pumped three more times into her till he was spent, then pulled out of her slowly. “You have a wicked mouth, baby, but perfect. Now stand up here and let me wash you so we can go start supper.” Whitnee stood as Frank grabbed the soap and washed her body and hair. By the time he was finished, he had her so worked up and hot that every little touch drove her nuts. Frank turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. “Come on, baby, time to get you dry and dressed.” She stood there and glared at him. “Frank, I'm burning up here. Please. I need…” Whitnee begged, but he shook his head. “No, Whitnee. I didn't give you permission to suck my cock. Now you have to take your punishment and wait.” His large hands surround her waist and picked her up, then set her down on the floor as he proceeded to dry her, touching her in every spot, adding to the fire. Whitnee had had enough. She slapped his hands away, stormed into the bedroom and dug through the case she had brought. If he wouldn't let her find release, then she would do it herself. “What are you looking for?” Frank asked, leaning against the wall in all his naked glory. Grabbing onto her dildo, Whitnee squealed in delight and pulled it out. “If you won't release me, I'll do it.” She moved to the bed, not embarrassed any more, need overrode that, but before her leg even hit the bed, he was behind her and grabbed the toy out of her hand. “Oh no, you don't. You only play when we tell you to.” He smacked her ass and tossed Dana her toy when he stepped in. “Hide it till tomorrow.” He moved out of the room and slammed the door behind him. “What the hell did I do? He's so mad.” Whitnee plopped down on the bed, glancing at Dana. Dana sat down beside her and scooted her onto his lap. “You only released half of his need, Whitnee, if that. Frank is very different from other men. That's why he's so worried about hurting you.” He nuzzled her neck.

“When it takes a man minutes to release his seed, it takes Frank fifteen to twenty minutes before he's spent. The taste you got in the shower was just a taste. He'll be very uncomfortable now and he didn't want to hurt you. He would have swelled larger than you could have taken in your mouth.” “So I hurt him, but he talked about me sucking his cock earlier.” Her voice was a mere whisper. “All I wanted to do was please him, Dana. He's given me so much already.” He lifted her chin up and smiled at her. “No, you didn't hurt him. You disobeyed him, but he knew your intentions. Right now, he's close to what was predicted, so he's wound tighter. He'll calm down and, Whitnee, we all would give you the world if we could. Now, go put a nice pretty dress on for us.” Dana set her in front of him and he smiled. “Smile, Whitnee, you'll learn our bodies as we'll learn your body.” He turned her around and swatted her ass. “And no underwear, Whitnee. Just the dress. You're going to be touched all night and teased for your punishment. It's only fair.” Whitnee only had three dresses to pick from since she hadn't been able to go to her apartment. “When do you think we'll be able to go to my apartment?” She grabbed the red dress, which had a corset top and slit up each side. The dress came down halfway to her knees, showing off her legs. It was one of her favorites. Whitnee stepped out of the closet, hooking the back of the dress, and glanced up when she heard Dana's snarl. “Damn, woman, that dress is deadly.” Dana moved around her and ran his hand across the swell of her breast, then cupped her ass cheeks when behind her. “Since you like it, how about helping me hook this dress up, please?” His large hands pushed hers away. “I think we're going to be in trouble tonight. I know my cock is already stretched to max.” She laughed and turned around, smiling at him. “Well, then, we'll all suffer tonight, won't we?” Whitney tried to wrap her arms around his neck, but even he was too tall to reach. “Damn, I need to get a stepladder if I want to wrap my arms around your neck,” she grumbled. He laughed and lifted her up. “I like that you are small in height, but big in more important parts.” Dana glanced down at her breasts. Whitnee wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. “Hmm, you guys will get tired of picking me up.” She kissed his lips and ran her hand through his shoulder-length brown hair. “So, how old are you?” Dana moved to the door. “In September I'll be one hundred and sixty-two.” He opened the bedroom door and stopped.

“Now I feel like a little kid seeing an old man.” She giggled and nipped his cheek. “Then what would make me what, since I'm three hundred and forty-two tomorrow?” Frank said behind her. She unwrapped her legs from Dana and he lowered her to the ground. Whitnee slowly turned around and glanced down at the ground. “I'm sorry I hurt you, Frank. I didn't know. I just wanted to show you how much your gift to me meant.” Frank sighed. “Look at me, Whitnee.” Slowly she gazed up to his face to where she had to step back so she wouldn't have to tilt her head back so far. “Are you scared of me now?” He frowned when she stepped back. “No, but I can see you better when I step back. Remember me? Midget here, compared to you four.” She grinned up at him. He threw his head back and laughed. “Come here, Whitnee, right here.” He pointed to right in front of him and she swallowed, stepping forward. “You didn't hurt me. Your touch is heaven, but as Dana has explained, I'm different, and I didn't want to scare or hurt you. Forgive me for storming out of here earlier.” He picked her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs enclosed around him as best she could. “No forgiveness needed, but you should have told me and I would have continued.” She leaned forward and whispered into his ear. “I have this little secret: I love to suck on cock. I just imagine it's my favorite candy, a lollipop. You know, like that owl in the Tootsie Pop commercial, where you can lick and lick and it never gets smaller.” She teased and he growled. “Hmm, three hundred and forty-two. You sure you aren't taking Viagra or something?” Whitnee jumped out of his arms and ran down the hallway laughing as he howled. “Woman, you are so getting spanked.” Andrew stepped out of his room with big eyes, his little voice trembled. “You're going to spank Mommy?” Whitnee stopped and ran to Andrew. “Oh sweetie, Frank was just teasing me. We were playing. You know how Mommy threatens to tickle you till you're good,” she teased, tickling his sides. He laughed and squirmed out of her arms, running to Frank and hiding behind him. He smiled up at Frank. “I think you should spank her.” Andrew giggled. She put her hands on her hips. “Well, look at this. All you men ganging up on me. That is so not fair.”

Frank reached down and grabbed Andrew, swinging him up in his arms. “Don't worry. I'll get her later, but right now I want to know how you feel. You look a lot better.” Andrew frowned when she stepped up to them. “What, what's wrong?” She scanned his small body. “My chest doesn't hurt anymore like it always did. Am I cured?” He glanced at her and hope flickered in his gaze. “I think so, but we'll still take it easy for a couple of days and see what happens, okay? If you don't need your medicine or breathing machine in a few days, then we'll celebrate.” She kissed his little hand.

Chapter Six

Frank carried Andrew back into his room. “Let's get you dressed for dinner.” He placed Andrew on the bed as Whitnee handed him his white short-sleeved shirt, underwear, and a pair of jeans. She moved over to the dresser and picked up a pair of socks. Her dress swung with every step she made, drawing his attention to her ass. “Concentrate on Andrew, Frank. You're missing buttons.” She laughed, laying the socks on the bed. “Here, let me help you.” He swatted her hands away. “I've got it. You go tell Cruse to get that grill started. Andrew and I will get better acquainted.” Whitnee smiled and reached over, kissing his chest. “You are one amazing man, Frank Stein. Don't be long.” She turned and walked out, trusting him with her precious bundle again. “Are you going to be my new daddy?” Andrew asked, pulling on his hand. Smiling, he turned towards Andrew. “Would you like that?” He re-buttoned his shirt and helped him out of his swimming trucks and into his underwear. Andrew stepped into the underwear, studying him. After all these years, this little boy melted his heart like no other. “You wouldn't hurt Mommy like my first Daddy did?” Frank stopped and stared at the boy. “Do you remember what your Daddy did?” “I still have dreams, and I hear her screaming. I was small then and I couldn't do anything to help her.” Tears filled his eyes. “I hear her sometimes at night and she's still crying, but I know it's because she's worried about me.” Frank held out his pants and Andrew stepped into them. “I promise you, Andrew, I will always try to protect you and your Mom, as will Cruse, Dana, and Theodore.” “So I'll have four daddies?” He plopped down on the bed and reached for his socks. “It would be cool to have four daddies. When will you marry her?” Andrew jumped off the bed and slipped on his loafers. “All ready.” He kneeled down and patted Andrew on the head. “You'll be special like your Mom. She'll have four husbands and you'll have four daddies. I haven't asked your Mommy to marry us yet, but if you can keep a secret, I'm going to ask her in three days.” Andrew nodded and threw his arms around him. “I'm glad you're going to be my daddy. I know you're the one who took the pain away.”

“Frank, we have a problem and we need you in the office now.” Theodore sent Frank the message as he stood with Andrew in his arms. “I'm glad you're going to be my son.” He kissed the top of his head and moved downstairs quickly, putting Andrew down onto the floor. “Go to your Mom, Andrew. She's in the kitchen. I'll be there in a minute. I have to talk with Theodore about some business.” He nodded and ran off to the kitchen, as Frank turned to enter the office. Jake and Randy stood in his office, black soot covering them. “What happened?” Randy stepped forward. “The small house Whitnee rents is gone. Before we could even scent anyone, her place exploded. There is nothing left, but we did see two vampires leaving the area after the explosion.” Frank spun around and slammed his fist into the wall. “There's more, sir.” Slowly he turned and Randy stepped back. “We raced to her parents’ house to back up Bruce and Wade, but it was too late. They're dead and their house is gone also.” “Pull everyone in and get our spy out of Alfred's headquarters as soon as possible. Something isn't right. We have a leak. There is no way anyone could have sneaked up on Bruce and Wade.” He glanced at Theodore. “It's time to call in some help.” Theodore shook his head. “You know its risky bringing them around. They don't follow orders.” Frank smiled. “They do mine, and they owe us big time for saving their asses ten years ago. You know they are the best and they'll protect Whitnee and her family while we're at the challenge. No one will expect them here.” “Then do it! She's been hurt enough.” Theodore glanced at Randy. “Go get yourselves cleaned up and ready the guest house. It's to be empty. No one will breach it when our guests arrive. Then I want you to call everyone in. It's time to rework our plan since they know who we are.” Both men left and he slid around the desk, picking up the phone. “I never thought I would be calling in this favor, but maybe it's for the best. Give me ten minutes, then have Whitnee and her parents meet us in the family room. Also, when this is over, I want to offer them the condo in New York till they decide what they want to do, or they can have it. It's the least we can do.” He left, shutting the door, and dialed Garth's private number, sitting back into the chair. “To what do I owe the honor of your call, Stein?” Garth chuckled into the phone. Frank laughed and shook his head. “I hate to say it, but I need your help. We're under attack and they're aiming for our queen.”

The gargoyle roared into the phone and Frank winced, holding the phone away. “What fools would attack my friend?” “The man I'm challenging two nights from now, Alfred Grant. But there might be another working with him. Christopher.” “Fuck! I told you I didn't trust the man when he showed up last time. We'll be there late tonight, the five of us. I'll call in reinforcements, but they won't be there till the Fourth.” “Thank you, my friend. Garth. There is a child here, my mate's son.” Frank warned, knowing how sexually orientated they were. “I've arranged for the guest house to be yours alone.” Garth chuckled. “We'll behave, but Frank, this doesn't even begin to repay you for what you did to tell our people. As far as we're concerned, you will always be our leader and our friend. You are family.” He sucked in his breath and grinned. “Well, old friend, you were the only one I could think of to protect my most precious gift. She clears the red haze, Garth. You know that in all my years, no one has.” “Then she is truly special, my friend, and we will treat her as our queen. See you tonight.” Frank hung up the phone and sighed, glancing at the door. Now to break my queen's heart. “Frank, Oh my God, Frank!” Whitnee screamed at the top of her lungs. Frank jumped out of his seat and tore through the house to the kitchen, claws replacing hands, his fangs protruding at the threat of his woman being hurt. He crouched in the kitchen, scanning the room, when she ran to him, tears streaming down her face. “You have to save them, Frank! I'm so stupid. He'll go after them.” Whitnee cried and flung herself into his arms. Andrew hugged his Grandma, who also looked shaken up. Dana, Cruse, and Theodore all stood at alert. “Who are you talking about, Whitnee? I don't understand.” He gently pulled her back as his fangs retracted. His claws turned to hands the instant she touched him. “Marci and Allie! They were with me at the bar when I met Alfred. They're like sisters to me. Mom and Dad raised both of from when they were teens. We're the three Musketeers.” She cried and started to hiccup. Eve glanced at her husband. “How could we have forgotten them, Bran?” Frank turned to Cruse. “Get a team together. You move out in five.” He glanced down at Whitnee. “Where would they be, Whitnee? You need to write a note or something telling them to trust us when we find them.”

She glanced back at her mom, who nodded. “They'll be at the private club, Berserkers. Marci can always tell if there is trouble. She'll take Allie there and they'll stay there till I call.” Bran grumbled. “Stupidest place to go in danger, if you ask me.” “Dad, we can blend in there, especially Marci, you know that.” Whitnee grabbed the paper and pen Dana held out to her and stared writing the letter. “I've been to this club. Whitnee, you wouldn't fit in.” Frank grumbled at the thought of her at the biker bar. Whitnee grinned at him and continued to write. “You haven't seen me in my biker outfit. It's this short black leather miniskirt and I have these kick-ass black thigh-high boots with a halter top to die for.” She turned and handed Frank the letter. “If you're real good, I'll dress up for you one night, but please bring them here, Frank.” She glanced at her father, a frown on her face. “Should I tell them?” Bran nodded. “You'd better, because if a fight breaks out, you don't need them freaking out when they see Marci or Allie.” Whitnee nodded and glanced back at him. “Allie and Marci are different. Marci is the last of her kind, half gargoyle and half human. When she goes into battle mode, she's deadly. Allie…” Whitnee smiled. “Well, let's just say Allie is dainty, but powerful. She has fae blood in her. Mom and Dad found both girls in Salem, hiding out in the basement of the abandoned building next to our home. Ever since then, they've lived with us. They have no one else but us, Frank.” Cruse stepped back into the kitchen with his six men and Frank handed him the letter. “Take the bikes. You're going to Berserkers.” He glanced down at Whitnee. “How will they recognize them?” Whitnee laughed. “You'll know, just look around and you'll see Marci and Allie surrounded by men. Should have freaking went there last night. At least then I wouldn't have been attacked.” He picked her up and raised her to eye level. “But then you wouldn't have met me. And there will be no going back to that club, understood?” Frank demanded, but Whitnee just patted his cheek and smiled. “Why would I need to go there, when I have my own personal bodyguards here?” She leaned in and kissed his lips before turning to Cruse. “Hurry, Cruse, I'm worried. And there'd better not be one scratch on you either when you get back.” Cruse leaned down and kissed her lips. “I'll bring your sister's home safely, Whitnee, I promise.” He cupped her cheek.

Frank nodded. Cruse left with his men. “I need to speak with all of you. Why don't we go into the family room where it's more comfortable?” Frank wrapped his arms around Whitnee and carried her to the family room. “Why do I get the feeling you've got bad news?” Whitnee stared up at him as he sat her down on the sofa next to Andrew and her mom. Everyone waited and stared at him. “We got word a few minutes ago that both of your houses are gone. Explosions were set. Two of my men were killed in the process.” Whitnee glanced at her mom, who shook with anger. “Well, then, it's a good thing I put all the pictures and our personal things in the bunker.” Eve glanced at her husband, who nodded and pulled out his cell phone. “But they made the mistake of attacking my family.” “Everything is gone?” Whitnee whispered, glancing at Andrew next to her. She pulled him onto her lap and hugged him. “I guess we don't need to go back to my place, do we?” She smiled, but it was only a half smile. Frank turned to Eve as Bran talked on the phone. “We have a condo in New York City. It's yours. You can live there or stay there however long you need, but I want you two to stay here now, at least until the challenge is over.” Eve smiled. “You are an amazing and kind man, Frank. Thank you. Bran and I will discuss it later and let you know.” He nodded and sighed. “I've also called in backup. I wouldn't do this normally, but with the added threat of Christopher Jackson, I'm not taking any chances.” He smiled at Whitnee. “Your friend Marci is not the only gargoyle left. There are thousands of them and Garth, their leader, and his four brothers, will be here soon.” Frank kneeled down in front of Whitnee and Andrew. “How're you doing, little warrior?” Andrew hugged his mom tighter. “What are you? You had claws and sharp teeth,” he whispered, afraid. Closing his eyes, he sighed and sat on the floor. “Come here, Andrew. Let me tell you a story. Can I do that?” Frank opened his eyes and stared at the little boy, who glanced up at his mom. She nodded and he slipped out of her lap into his. Frank held the boy, rubbing his back. “A long time ago, a very smart man wanted a son, but didn't have a wife, so he decided to create a son. In his laboratory, he pieced together a man, one who was part vampire for a long life, part wolf so he could be strong, part machine so he could remain together till his body could heal, and part human so he could have a soul.” Frank smiled down at the boy and kissed his forehead.

“When the man was done, it took years for my body to heal, but the vampire and werewolf part of me healed me quickly. There were no scars. I was not the monster people believed me to be. But that didn't stop the people from coming to my father's home and killing him because they were afraid of me. They thought I was also dead, but I was stronger and I healed more quickly. See, my father used magic also to piece me together. I left England, which was then my home, and came here to America. I hid for a very long time, until I found Cruse, Dana, and Theodore. They became my family, and eventually others joined our small family, as you and your mother have. I can become the wolf you see in the wild. I do need a small amount of blood to survive, but I don't kill anyone.” Frank grinned at Andrew. “I can also heal people sometimes, but Andrew, I will always be there for you. I would never hurt or harm you or your mother.” Andrew frowned and glanced up at him. “Did you kill those bad men that killed your daddy? I would want to kill anyone who hurt Mommy or you.” He hugged him, laying his head on his chest. “No, Andrew, I didn't kill them. I wanted to, but I left. I knew they acted out of fear, not out of meanness. Now, that doesn't mean I won't protect and hurt anyone that hurts you or your mom, because I will. All of us would.” “I'm not scared anymore. Is Mommy like you?” Andrew got off his lap and stared at her, then at him. “Your mom is already part wolf, Andrew. A bad man bit her so she's like me, but yes, tomorrow night on my birthday, your mommy will become like me. Your grandparents and you will get to watch the fireworks tomorrow night from the backyard while we help your mommy. Is that okay?” Frank stood and stretched. Andrew nodded and rubbed his belly when it growled. “I'm hungry.” Whitnee laughed, holding out her hand. “Well, come on then, let's get you some supper. I'll fix you a hot dog and fries tonight. If you can keep it down without getting sick, we'll try pizza for the fireworks.” Andrew jumped up and down and clapped his hands. “Really? I can have a hot dog and pizza?” He ran to him and hugged his leg. “Thank you so much! I can eat good stuff now!” Frank laughed as Whitnee pulled Andrew out of the room. He turned to Bran who strolled over to him. “I've called the council of wizards and witches. They are preparing now for your challenge and will be there to support you. We might not be able to use our magic on wolves, but we can on vampires. We can also skin a wolf, if need be.” Bran laughed. “It seems our family aren't the only ones who knew you were coming. We'll be ready. And thank you, Frank, for the condo. After everything has settled, we'll retrieve what we have left from the bunker and move to the condo. It will give you time to settle your new family. You are planning on living here?”

He narrowed his gaze. “For now, yes. Excuse me, our company has arrived.” Frank moved to the kitchen, followed by Dana and Theodore.

Chapter Seven

Whitnee popped the kid's TV dinner into the microwave and turned to smile at Andrew. “So, what do you think of Frank, Dana, Cruse, and Theodore?” Andrew grinned, his gaze bright. “They're going to be my new daddies. They won't hurt you like my old daddy.” “Oh baby, no one will hurt us again. You do know you'll have to keep who Frank is a secret, right? We don't want anyone coming after him like those people who killed his daddy.” Whitnee sat down next to him at the counter and brushed his blond hair back. “I know, and I'll protect him. I won't let them take him away from us.” Andrew pushed his shoulders back and flexed his small arm. “I'll get strong now, and I'll have Aunt Marci teach me to fight now that I'm not sick.” She laughed and turned to the patio door when it opened. Five large men strolled into the house and surrounded her and Andrew. “Can I help you?” Gently she released her magic, surrounding her and Andrew. One man stepped forward. He had short black hair and gray eyes. He wore a pair of faded blue jeans and nothing else. “My name is Garth. I believe your mate is expecting us.” Whitnee grinned and released her magic. “Hello, my name is Whitnee, and this little man here is my son, Andrew.” Garth bowed to her and held out his hand to Andrew, who shook his hand. “It's great to finally meet the woman who has captured our king's heart. You have our vow to protect and serve you as best we can.” Frank, Dana, and Theodore moved into the kitchen, followed by her parents. “Garth, it's good to see you, old man.” Frank clasped his hand and slapped him on the back. “I'm only a few years older than you, so watch it,” Garth replied and Whitnee giggled, turning to the microwave. “What's so funny?” Garth asked, looking at her, then at Frank. “Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if you too have to take Viagra like Frank here. I mean, you gentlemen are so old, you have to need something.” Whitnee placed the dinner in front of Andrew and bent to retrieve the ketchup, making sure they all had a nice look at her ass. Garth burst out laughing. “Oh yeah, she's most definitely your match. She's got a mouth on her and a body to kill for.”

Whitnee jumped and spun around when Frank smacked her ass. “Behave,” he snarled, “and we'll see who's begging tomorrow night.” “Whitnee, Andrew, where the hell are you?” Marci bellowed from the hallway, and Whitnee ran to meet her. Marci wrapped her arms around her and picked her up. “If you ever scare me again like that, I swear I'll kick your little ass from here to Mom's house!” she said and held her tight. “I thought I lost you, Whitnee,” she whispered in her ear. “Put me down, you Amazon. I'm fine, now that I know you and Allie are okay.” She turned and hugged Allie after Marci put her down. “Who the hell are they?” Marci asked, her gaze red as she focused on Frank's friends. “Marci, Allie, these are a couple of Frank's friends. And Marci, be nice. They're here to help.” She patted Marci's arm. “You're not the only one, Marci. There are others.” She nodded to Garth and the men that stood behind them. “Come, I'll introduce you to everyone.” Whitnee led Marci and Allie into the kitchen. Andrew jumped from his stool and ran over to Marci, hugging her. “I was so scared the bad men got you.” Marci ruffled his hair and picked him up. “Would I leave my little man? I brought you something.” She turned to Allie, who handed Andrew his Bee Bear. “I thought you might want this.” He hugged it and laid his head down on her shoulder. “Thank you. I missed him.” “Oh, I also brought your clothes for the club. Didn't know if you would be showing up there or not. I even remembered your boots this time.” Marci laughed as Allie handed her the bag. Frank stepped up to her and peeked into the bag. “I'll take that. You can wear it tomorrow.” He grabbed the bag and she laughed. “Marci, Allie, this is Frank Stein.” Whitnee rolled her eyes at her friends and they laughed. “He is a big one, that is for sure, but he's honorable.” Marci glanced at Cruse, Dana, and Theodore. “And they are?” She felt the heat rise in her face and neck. “You remember that story Mom used to tell us before we went to bed?” Marci and Allie nodded, then a moment later they looked at each other, then at Frank. “Really! Wow, amazing, and the guys behind them are…?” Marci asked again. Whitnee rolled her eyes. “They're Frank's inner pack. My other men, Dana, Theodore, and Cruse.”

“Hot damn, it's about time you get with it.” Marci laughed and Allie rolled her eyes. “I mean, one man's fine, but I always say the more—” “Hush, we have little ones here.” Whitnee covered her mouth, but Marci licked her hand and she pulled it back. “Eww, stop that! God knows where your mouth has been.” She ducked behind Frank and peeked around him, laughing. “That was not nice. I can't help it if one man just doesn't satisfy me.” Marci grinned. Her mother stepped between them and shook her head. “Enough, girls. We have company here. And Dana, don't you think you'd better get the grill going? It's getting late and I don't know about you, but I'm starving.” Dana chuckled, coming up to her mother and kissing her cheek. “Yes, Mom.” Her mother swatted his arm and pushed him away. “Get out of here.” She turned to Frank. “I'm sure you have business to discuss with your friends. We'll get the girls settled and get stuff cooking in here. Now, go.” Whitnee laughed as Frank grumbled, but still had a grin on his face. “Welcome to the family, big guy.” She pinched his ass when he turned to leave. “Watch it, Whitnee. I don't care who's around, I'll tan your hide.” He snarled and glanced over his shoulder. “You wouldn't dare.” She squeaked when he grabbed her around her waist and sat her on the counter, stepping between her legs. “Oh, baby, but I would.” He wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her head back, taking her mouth in a scorching kiss. “Mine.” Frank smiled and left the room, leaving her stunned. “Wow, that man can kiss.” She glanced at Allie, who fanned herself, as did Marci. “Damn, do you think Frank's friends would want to play later?” Marci purred. “I mean, I've never been with one of my kind.” Eve shook her head. “Will you three stop? Whitnee, why don't you take the girls upstairs and show them the extra bedroom? They can store their things in there for now. You might as well take Andrew up for his bath and get his PJs on since it's so late, and he'll be up late tomorrow.” Whitnee jumped down off the counter and hugged her mom. “Thanks, Mom, for treating them like family. I don't think they've had that for a long time.” She smiled and pulled back. “Well, they are family now. After all, I'm giving my daughter into their capable hands. Now, go on. I know you want to talk to your sisters.” Eve strolled over to the fridge and looked at her father. “What are you standing there for? Go help Dana, and don't take all night.” She shook her head and opened the fridge.

“Eve, did you just order me to do something?” Her father's voice deepened and Whitnee picked up Andrew, running for the door. “Come on, Marci, Allie, you don't want to see what he's going to do next.” Whitnee yelled, running up the stairs with Andrew, who giggled all the way up the stairs. “How's your tummy since you ate the whole dinner?” she asked Andrew, setting him down in the bathroom and helping him strip out of his clothes. “I'm fine, Mom. No tummy ache. Can I have pizza tomorrow?” Marci and Allie laughed. “He's better, isn't he?” Marci asked, studying Andrew. “He's not sick anymore.” Whitnee nodded and started to run the water. “He had an attack this afternoon and Frank healed him.” She glanced up at Marci and Allie. “He's going to be okay.” Marci and Allie hugged her and tears flowed down their faces. “Now I know they're good men. I couldn't be happier for you.” Andrew jumped into the water. “Mom, can I play with my toys in the tub?” She nodded and moved into the bedroom across the hall to grab his trucks. “You're going to tell us everything from after you left that club.” Marci came up behind her and she jumped. Moving back to the bathroom, Whitnee handed Andrew the toys and turned off the water. “The man you picked out happened to be Alfred Grant, aka king of the werewolves.” She sat down on the ground and began washing Andrew with a washcloth. “When we got to his residence, he pushed me into a room and his true colors came out. He knew I was a witch and wanted to use my powers for the upcoming challenge on the fifth with Frank. But he said the only way he could do that was if I was like him so he could mate with me. Well, I kind of laughed in his face about him being king of the wolves, not a good thing to do. He has a mean left hook.” She shrugged and grabbed the shampoo, giving Andrew a towel to cover his eyes. “Anyway, he shifted and bit me. He thought I wouldn't be awake or able to move, so he left me alone and that was when I escaped. Frank, Dana, Cruse, and Theodore spotted the four goons tracking me and came to my rescue and, well, the rest you know.” Whitnee stood and smiled at Andrew. “You can play for ten minutes, but then you're going to have to get out and get ready for bed. You have a big day tomorrow with the fireworks with your grandparents and aunts.” Andrew nodded and continued to play with his trucks as the three women slipped across the hall, leaving the door open. With her new hearing she would be able to tell if Andrew hurt himself. “So I take it you're now part wolf?” Marci and Allie sat down on the bed while she got Andrew's PJs out.

“The first shift happened in Frank's suite this morning and I'll tell you, it hurt like a bitch. There are good points to being a wolf, though. I can hear better—right now I can hear Andrew whispering to himself in the tub. But I also have all this extra energy. I thought for sure I would want to sleep by now, but nope. It's like a natural high. Everything is crisp and alive.” “So, tell me, what do you think about Frank's friends? From what Frank has said, your kind has a very strong sexual appetite. Like we didn't know that already, but just imagine what it would be like to be with a male of the same kind.” Whitnee wiggled her eyebrows. Marci glanced at her nails. “I'll be checking them out, that's for sure. Allie, do you want me to leave any of them for you?” She smiled at Allie. Allie laughed. “I don't think they would take to kindly to my whip, darling. They're more into dominating those like you and Whitnee.”

Chapter Eight

Frank sat outside by the pool, Garth and his men got settled in the guest house, and Dana cooked the steaks with Bran. Frank laughed when he glanced over to see Dana's pained face. Being alone for more than a hundred years, it would be hard on all of them to have a family again, but they would put up with the little stuff to please Whitnee. He looked behind him when he heard her laugh as she carried out the potato salad, while her friends carried out plates and other food. Frank glanced at Cruse and nodded. It was time to get their soon-to-be mate ready for tomorrow. Cruse stood and strolled over to Whitnee, whispering in her ear. She glanced at him, then at Cruse, before following him into the house. When she came back out, Whitnee would be wearing one of the three butt plugs they had gotten for her. He adjusted his cock in his pants. Just the thought of the toy pushing into that nice round ass had him moaning. “Having problems, big guy?” Marci asked as she approached his chair, grinning. “What can I do for you, Marci?” Frank swung his legs around and faced her as she sat down on the chair Cruse had been sitting in. “Are there really more of my kind? Not just the five who are here?” Frank watched the tall warrior woman look around then at the ground. She ran her hands on her pants. So, the big woman was a submissive even though she acted tough. Frank leaned over and lifted her chin. “Yes, Marci, there are many more. Garth mentioned around ten thousand had reported in to him, last count. So you're not alone. You should talk to Garth and his brothers tonight. They'll answer any questions you have.” Marci stood and backed up, almost falling over the chair, but Garth was there in a flash, holding her up. “Easy, little mama. We won't bite unless you want us to.” “Really, and how hard do you bite?” Whitnee came out onto the porch, her face flushed. She swatted Cruse's hand, but he held it on her ass as she made her way to him. “You couldn't wait until after supper!” she hissed. “How am I supposed to eat with this stuck up inside me?” Frank grinned. “Hmm, are you yelling at me?” He pulled her into his body and swatted her ass, making her jump and moan.

Garth laughed and turned his attention back to Marci. “Now, to answer your question, my brothers and I all bite, little one. Just enough pain to make you cream.” “Oh man.” Marci moaned and grinned at Whitnee, who turned in his arms, smiling at Marci. “I think you've met your match, my dear friend. Now all we have to do is find someone for Allie.” Whitnee rubbed her hands together and glanced around the backyard, looking for her. “Well, where is she?” Frank laughed and pointed behind the pool. “I think she found someone all by herself.” “Well, I hope your man knows what he's getting into, because she wields a mean whip, if, you get my drift.” She laughed when he frowned down at her. “You mean she's dominant?” Frank glanced once more at the couple, and shook his head. “Then she has the wrong man, because there is no way Gray would let any woman whip his ass. If anything, he'd whip hers.” Whitnee frowned and watched the couple come up to join them as they all sat around the large table. Frank placed a large T-bone on her plate and pointed at it. “Eat. You need your strength for tomorrow night and it looks like your friend might be giving up her old ways.” He grinned as Gray swatted her thigh when she said something. Her eyes glazed over and her nipples hardened in her halter top. “Yep, she loves it.” Marci shook her head and glanced at Allie. “What the hell is up with this? You switching?” Garth leaned into Marci's shoulder and bit it. “Be nice. It's none of your business what they do.” She jumped and poked her fork into his chest. “Listen here, buddy, when it comes to my family, it is my business. I might let you and your brothers have fun tonight, but you don't tell me how to protect my sisters.” Allie reached over and placed her hand onto Marci's arm. “Marci, I'm fine. I've done both and you know it. Right now…” She glanced at Gray and he nodded. “Um, well, I want this.” Eve chuckled and Bran snorted. “I can't believe I'm sitting here with my three girls and watching all these men touch them. I should have brought the gun,” he grumbled, looking at Gray and Garth. “Don't Frank, Cruse, Dana, or Theodore get that look too?” Whitnee pouted beside him and he laughed. “Honey, your father has already warned us in no certain words about what will happen to us if we were to hurt you.” Frank kissed her cheek and slid his hand up the front of her dress. He traced her outer lips and took a bite of steak. “This is good, Dana, as usual. Ow!” Frank glared down at Whitnee. “Did you just poke me with your fork?”

Whitnee smiled all nice and sweet. “Sure did, and I'll do it again if you don't stop.” “Really?” Frank stood up and grabbed Whitnee, throwing her over his shoulder, not caring who saw her ass. “Excuse me, gentlemen. It's time for that spanking she's been begging for.” Frank strolled over to the lounge chair and sat down, placing a screaming Whitnee over his knee. “Shut it. Whitnee. You don't want to wake Andrew.” He lifted her dress and smoothed his hand over her ass. “You have been poking me and teasing me all night. Well, now, let's see how well you take to your first spanking so all your friends can hear you.” He brought down one hand on her cheek and she tried to kick him, but he separated her legs, putting one on the armrest and one on the ground so he had access to her pussy and ass. “Please, I'll be good,” she pleaded, but he knew she just said that to get free. “Theodore, come and help me.” Frank smacked her ass again as Theodore ran his fingers over her pussy lips and pushed two inside her. Whitnee moaned and jumped when he brought his hand down twice more. Theodore moved the butt plug in her ass, pulling it in and out. “She gets so pink so fast and her juices are coating my fingers.” He leaned down and nipped her thigh. “Damn it, Marci, are you going to help me or…ouch!” She tried to reach her hands behind her, but he caught them and held them in front of her. Frank heard Marci growl. “Sit down, Marci, unless you want your ass paddled too, and I'll let that man next to you do it,” Bran ordered ignoring him and his daughter. “Your sister must learn her place if she's going to be queen. Her men will be in a constant state of protection around her and if she can't listen to one command, she could endanger her life and her children's. It's best she learns that now, among us.” Frank smiled and spanked her ass three more times. “Now, Theodore.” Theodore pushed a third finger into her pussy and pinched her clit while he laid tiny swats on top of the butt plug. Her body tensed up and her nails dug into his hand. She screamed as her orgasm rolled over and over her, but he wouldn't let up and neither did Theodore. He released her clit and lowered his head, sucking her clit into his mouth when Frank lifted her hips, giving him better access to her pussy. “Please, no more, Frank.” She cried as another orgasm followed the first. “I'll be good.” Slowly Frank and Theodore brought her down, rubbing her arms and butt. “Nice and easy, Whitnee.” He gently sat her up, her face flushed as tears ran down her face. “Let's go finish our supper, then we'll tuck you into bed after we change that plug.” He grinned and she moaned, clutching his shirt when he rose with her in his arms.

“Can't I just go to bed?” she whispered. “No, you really do need to eat, Whitnee.” He sat her down in her chair and sat down next to her. “Now eat.” Marci glared at him as she stuffed a piece of steak into her mouth. “You're lucky Dad ordered me to stay put.” Garth snarled. “Don't talk to our king like that. What's wrong with you?” “He isn't my king. He's going to be my brother-in-law and I can talk to him any way I want to,” she snapped. “You keep it up and all five of you can go play with yourselves tonight. You don't own me, nor do you control me, unless I say.” Frank shook his head and knew what was coming next. No one talked to Garth like that, and if he guessed right, Marci was looking at her future mates. “Excuse me, folks, but I need a word with this beautiful lady.” Garth stood and picked Marci up. Heading towards the pool, he dropped her into it and joined her. Whitnee laughed and shook her head. “He's in trouble now. You'd better warn your friend. She has a mean left hook.” Whitnee stuffed her face, watching all five men surround Marci in the pool. Marci shook her head and glanced up at the table. Her eyes were big with fear, and arousal swirled in their depths. “Not to worry, I do believe Marci just found out she has mates.” Frank laughed and patted Whitnee's back when she swallowed the wrong way. “What? You're serious?” Whitnee glanced at Allie and they both stared at the pool. “Sit down, girls, and let Marci work this out.” Bran pointed to their plates his back to the pool area. “We don't waste food.” Later, Frank carried a tired Whitnee up to her room and slowly lowered her feet to the floor, as he lifted her dress up over her head. “Turn around, Whitnee, and lie on the bed, ass up.” He stepped back, watching her lower herself to the bed, almost too tired to do anything. “I know you're tired, Whitnee. I promise you can sleep as soon as we put the next bigger plug in.” He ran his hand over her ass and pulled the plug out of her ass, handing it to Cruse, who took it to the bathroom to clean. Dana handed him the new one, all lubed and ready. Frank squirted some lube into her ass and slowly pushed the larger one in. Her hands clenched the bed cover and she pushed back onto the plug. “Easy, Whitnee, nice and slow.”

He pushed the last couple of inches inside her and rubbed her pink butt. “Come on, let's get you under the covers.” Frank rearranged her and covered her up, kissing her lips. “Night, sweetie. Theodore will come in later and change the plug.” Whitnee grumbled and rolled over, and he laughed. All four of them walked out of the room and closed the door behind them. Tomorrow. Frank moved down the stairs and back outside. Garth stood on the patio and turned, smiling at him. “She all tucked in?” “I believe everything that has happened to her has finally caught up with her. I don't know how she keeps going.” He took a deep breath. “Where is Marci?” Garth sighed. “She's locked herself in the bathroom in the guest house. It seems she's having a harder time accepting us than your mate.” “I have a bad feeling it has to do with her past. I haven't found out anything since they just got here, but from what I've seen, her family is very protective of her.” “I also have the same feeling. That's why we're letting Matthew see if he can get her out. He's the calmest person I know. You still going in straight for the challenge, I still think we just need to take him out tomorrow and get it done with.” Garth mumbled. “Can't. It has to be a recognized fight or the packs won't follow the new leadership. How many you have coming in tomorrow?” Frank moved to a chair and sat down. He pulled up a chair next to him. “I've got more than one hundred coming in tomorrow. They'll be staying all around your property so don't be surprised, and warn the others. They'll stay out of the main house.” “About tomorrow. I don't know if you'll see me much. From what I've been told, now that I've been introduced to my mate and it being my birthday, things will get pretty wild. Dana, Theodore, and Cruse are readying the master room now. We don't know when all of this will hit me. So I'm asking you five to help with Andrew tomorrow. Whitnee will be worried about him and I don't know if I'm going to be able to allow her to leave the room to check on him.” Garth shook his head. “That bad?” Frank nodded. “I know Dana, Cruse, and Theodore are worried and so am I, but there is nothing I can do, Garth. I need her.” His large hand landed on his shoulder. “You won't hurt her, Frank, even with the red haze. Now, you might fuck her till she can't walk, but you won't hurt her.” ****

Whitney stared up at the ceiling. The sun had just come up and she was wide awake with butt plug number three in her ass. Her stomach was in knots, but she knew she could do this. She swung her feet off the bed and sat up. “Might as well take a bath.” Her mother and father already promised to take care of Andrew for her today and she knew Allie and Marci would help too. Leaning over the tub, she moaned as the plug moved inside her when she turned the water on. Whitnee squirted some bubble bath into the water and stepped in, moaning again as the warm water covered her feet. She lowered herself into the water and sighed. Today she would become like them. As their wife. “Whitnee, can we talk?” Marci whispered from the door, her eyes swollen. “Why don't you hop in with me? It's not like we haven't been in hot tubs together. This tub is big enough for four men, if you get my drift.” She smiled, trying to ease Marci. Marci closed the bathroom door and locked it, stripping out of her clothes. She grinned and moaned as she stepped in, sinking into the warm water across from her. “Now, spill. Why were you crying?” Whitnee waited as Marci got up her courage. “You know they're my mates, don't you?” she whispered. Whitnee nodded. “Frank guessed it last night. Why are you so afraid? You've always wanted one of your own kind. Well, now you have five. And, might I add, one more than me.” She nudged her with her foot. She smiled. “I haven't told anyone, including your mom, about what happened to my mom. One night, when I was seven, I was in bed when someone burst through our front door. I heard mom screaming. I ran out into the hallway and peeked around the corner, and saw two gargoyles raping my mom. My mom saw me standing there and she mouthed for me to hide, and I did. When I heard them leave, I sneaked out again. She was dead. They had ripped her throat out, Whitnee.” Tears slipped down her face and she wiped them off. “I packed my little backpack and left. I found Allie a week later. We both had our demons, but we clicked. When your mom and dad found us, I thought I had put it all behind me, but now I'm scared. I tried last night to be with them, but I kept seeing my mom, and I ran, locking myself in the bathroom. I slept there. As soon as I could, I sneaked up here.” Whitnee slowly moved beside her and hugged her. “Oh Marci, I'm so sorry, but you can't judge those two with all the others. Talk to them, Marci. If there's one thing I know about you, it's that you have a backbone and won't let anyone hurt you. Frank trusts them with my life, Marci, and Frank wouldn't have saved Andrew if he was going to let us die. Same with you and Allie. He sent for you two, because I was worried Alfred would get to you.”

She patted Marci's arm. “Who knows? Maybe Garth and his brothers can help find the two that killed your mom. They are, after all, royalty in their world.” Marci frowned and glanced up at her. “Do you really think they could help me find those two men? It was so long ago.” “Do you remember what they look like?” Whitnee scooted back to the other side while Marci tried to remember. “One of the men had a tattoo on his face. It was a weird design, but I think I could draw it. The other man was called Zed. I heard the other man call him.” Marci smiled. “Thank you, Whitnee. Maybe if they can help me, I won't feel so threatened. I'd better go so you can relax, and I have some men to apologize to.” “You know, you can always talk to me, Marci. I'll always be there for you, no matter what.” Whitnee smiled. Marci laughed. “And the same thing goes for you. You okay about today?” She pulled on her pants and shirt. “I'm nervous. Who wouldn't be? Well, except you, Miss Nympho. I'm just afraid I won't satisfy all of them. I mean, I've only been with three men since Asshole.” Marci kneeled down by the tub and grinned. “You'll do fine, little sister. You were meant to be with them. I've seen the way Frank and your men watched you last night. If you were an apple, you would have been devoured. As you told me, trust them. They'll show you what to do. On that cue, I have to go and talk to my five.” Marci stood and opened the door, jumping back. “Damn, Cruse, don't scare me like that.” She laughed, holding her chest. “Sorry, Marci, I didn't want to interrupt you two, but I'm afraid we can't wait any longer.” Cruse stepped into the bathroom. “Frank needs you, Whitnee. The red haze is bad.” Whitnee stood, grabbing the towel Cruse handed her as Marci waved and left. “Don't bother getting dressed, either. He's going to need you as soon as you walk into the room. Turn around so I can take the plug out.” He gently cupped her cheek. “I'm sorry we couldn't give you more time, baby.” He turned her around. “Lean over, Whitnee.” Taking a deep breath, Whitnee sighed and leaned over. Cruse removed the plug and threw it into a small box near the sink. He swung her up into his arms and grinned. “Let's go make you ours, baby.” She nodded and laid her head on his chest as he quietly moved through the hallway, down the stairs, and through the family room to a door she hadn't noticed. “Why is the door hidden?”

“Frank has always had his room hidden. I think it has to do with his father being killed.” Cruse placed his hand on the wall and the door slid open to a room twice the size of the bedroom upstairs. The room was dark, with candles lit around the room. Dana and Theodore stood at each side of the bed naked, and they smiled at her but didn't say anything. Whitnee turned her head as Frank snarled behind them. Cruse gently lowered her to the ground and stepped away from her. “I brought her here for you, Frank.” Frank's eyes were red, his fangs protruded over his lips, and a little black fur had started to come out of his skin. She glanced down his body. His cock jerked and a small amount of pre-come pearled at the top of his cock. “Frank.” Her gaze flew to his when he came to her and traced his fingers slowly down her body to her mound. He pushed two fingers into her, and snarled. “Mine!” Frank pulled his fingers out and picked her up, putting her back against the door. His cock brushed her pussy lips and she moaned against his neck, wrapping her arms around him and her legs. “I'm here, Frank. Make me yours,” she whispered into his ear, and licked it. “Sorry.” He moaned and moved his cock into her. His hands gripped her ass tight. Frank stopped halfway in, trying to slow himself down and giving her time to adjust to him. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she moaned. “God, you're wide and feel so good. Move, Frank.” That was all he needed, and he slammed the rest of the way into her, stretching her further than she had ever been stretched. He snarled and moved his hips back and forth, faster and harder. The door didn't budge behind her, but she knew she would be bruised later. Whitnee closed her eyes, her hips moving in a perfect rhythm with his. The warm breath on her neck tickled her sensitive skin as Frank leaned down and bit into her neck, the same place where he had marked her earlier. He swung her away from the door and moved her to the bed, gently following her down onto it. His gentle tongue sealed the holes on her neck as she watched him slash his chest with his nail. “Drink, Whitnee.” He groaned, sliding his hand behind her neck as he encouraged her to drink.

Chapter Nine

Frank pushed through the red haze in his head, slowing his movements. He was determined to make their first time together special if he could. Her soft plump lips covered his chest, Whitnee licked at the blood, tasting him as he flexed his hips, and she moaned when he rubbed her clit at the same time his cock pushed forward. “Drink, little witch. I need you in my head before I lose control again.” He ground his teeth together when she sucked his skin, drawing his blood into her body. Frank threw his head back, waiting for the connection, knowing she had taken enough of his blood for the conversion. There would be no pain for her this time since most of her body had already gone through the conversion to wolf. The only difference was that her life span would now be the same as his and the others. From here on, she would have to take small amounts of blood to survive. Frank snarled at the thought of her feeding from any other man but him. “Never!” he said. His gaze flew to Cruse and he nodded. None of them would allow her to feed from anyone else but them. Frank gazed down at the top of her head and smiled. The red haze receded, her touch in his mind gently as that of her hands when touching his body. “Seal the wound with your tongue, Whitnee—and love, thank you for your gift.” And it was a gift, a precious trust she had given him, entrusting them to protect her and his son for life. “Are you going to move, or you going to stay inside me all day?” She giggled and pushed her hips up when she closed the wound, smiling up at him. “I mean, you feel great in me, but I kind of expected more in the sex department. The way you bragged that you would hurt me kind of had me fantasizing what you would do.” Her gaze heated. Whitnee reached up, twisting his nipple. “Let's see what you've got, stud.” Frank grinned and pulled her hands up over her head. “Are you ready, baby? Because I've just gotten started.” He rolled his hips and released her hands. Cruse scooted underneath her and held her hands with one hand while he played with her nipple. “These large ruby red nipples need to be pierced soon, as does this nice pink swollen clit of yours.” Frank rolled her clit between his fingers. Whitnee moaned and arched up to his touch, her skin flushed. “You're talking too much. More,” she demanded, and he laughed. He pulled out of her and flipped her onto her hands and knees. “I think we need that mouth full. Suck Cruse's cock, Whitnee, and hold on,” Frank ordered as he rammed his cock back into her pussy, pushing her forward so she would have to take Cruse deeper into her mouth. “That's it, Whitnee. Suck

him, but don't make him come. I want him in this nice round ass of yours with my cock stuffed in your pussy.” Whack, whack, whack. “Mm, love a pink butt when I'm making love to your pussy.” Frank snarled and smacked her butt two more times while he ground his cock into her pussy. Her pussy hugged his cock with each stroke, but he wasn't even close to coming yet. Wetting two of his fingers with her juices, he slipped them into her ass. The small moan around Cruse's cock had him smiling. Their little woman was a sex kitten, that was for sure. Cruse grabbed onto Whitnee's hair and pulled her off his cock. “Give me that ass now.” Frank slid out of her and lay down on the bed, pulling Whitnee on top of him. “Sit on me, Whitnee. Take me into you.” Whitnee leaned down, kissing his lips softly. “I never thought it possible that I would love anyone again after…” She glanced down and ran her hands over his chest. “In the subway, when I first saw you, I lost my breath. You were so handsome, but the moment I realized I loved you was when you healed Andrew. There was so much love in your touch and your voice. I'll stand beside you in anything you decide to do.” She slowly lowered herself onto his cock, her gaze holding his. Her words wrapped around his large heart and squeezed, just as her pussy squeezed his cock. He reached up and brought her down onto his chest as Cruse slipped in behind her. “Do you know when I realized I loved you? When you opened the bedroom door in the hotel and you had the bed sheets all torn off the bed. Your eyes were almost glowing, daring me to say anything.” Frank reached down and spread her butt cheeks, trying to keep a straight face. Whitnee's gaze narrowed and she snarled. “I wasn't jealous. I just couldn't stand the fucking smell, and for you to even bring it up now—” Frank grinned and captured her mouth with his, drowning out her next words. He glanced up at Cruse, who grinned while he lubed his cock. He broke the kiss and licked her lips. “Remember when I left before Alfred found you?” He held her gaze and she nodded. “I couldn't stand being in the same room any longer, I was confused and scared. I wanted you even then, but I was afraid, Whitnee, that what I was feeling was wrong, so I left. I wanted to see if it was just lust, but the further away from you I got, it was as if someone pushed a knife in my heart. When we reached the lobby, I couldn't go any further. I had to come back. I knew then that you were meant for us, but when I saw those men waiting and trying to get inside, the monster broke loose. You brought me back as you did today. I'm not going to lie. It's going to be rough. I'm going to be possessive, demanding, and controlling, but I'll do anything I can to make you happy.” Cruse pushed into her ass and leaned down. “We all will, Whitnee.” He scraped her neck with his fangs and sank them into her neck, pushing his cock all the way in.

Whitnee's fingernails dug into his chest and her eyes shifted to that of the wolf. She was ready for their lovemaking. Frank took the lead and pumped into her, Theodore and Dana leaned down, sucking her nipples into their mouths while Frank slipped his hand down her stomach to her clit. He rubbed his finger all around it, only briefly touching it, bringing her higher and higher. The first shot of his come released inside her. Her eyes grew bigger. She shook, even though they all held onto her, as his come seeped into her walls, making her super sensitive to his cock. Every brush against Whitnee's pussy walls inside made her quiver and moan. “Did I forget to mention that my come only enhances your pleasure tenfold?” Frank asked. “It makes your insides crave my touch, my cock brushing against you. Only the full release of my come will satisfy you.” Cruse released her neck and started to move faster in her ass while Frank held her gaze, matching his strokes. When Frank had released the first squirt of his come, everything inside of her became numb at first, but then the hot tingling sensation started inside her, a cold sweat broke out over her skin, and every little touch sent tremors through her. Whitnee bent her head down to her chest and caught her breath. It was time to seal their bond her way. She smiled inside, hoping her father or mother hadn't mentioned the side effects of such a bond. It would serve all of them right for not warning her about Frank's magical come. The ancient spell spilled out of her mouth and Whitnee met Frank's gaze. Magic swirled around the room, caressing all five of them. Frank narrowed his gaze and snapped his mouth shut, Cruse stilled and moaned, Theodore and Dana released her breasts and staggered backwards. The tiny holes where they had fed from closed. “What the hell was that?” Theodore looked down at his large, thick cock, which now jerked against his stomach. Frank leaned up and grabbed onto her arms, staring down at her. “What did you do?” He pumped into her harder and faster. Cruse cussed behind her and moved with Frank. Whitnee moaned and grabbed onto his arms. “Sealed our bond the old way,” she gasped. There was no stopping them and no one said a word. Sweat beaded Frank's face, claws replaced hands on her arms, and his fangs once again protruded from his mouth. His eyes turned a deep red color, and a deep snarl rose out of his mouth and those of Cruse, Dana, and Theodore. Cruse reached between her and Frank, pinching her clit with his fingers. “Come for us now!” he ordered and Whitnee could have sworn the fireworks had started already. Her ears popped, small flashes of light danced in her vision, and her body trembled. The orgasm went on and on, and she

thought for sure she would pass out from the pleasure, but Frank's grip and his magical come spurted inside her, sending another round of tremors. Behind her, Cruse snarled and released his seed into her ass, before he slapped it. “That's for not warning us,” he said, kissing the side of her neck as he slipped out of her ass, spent. “You ready for me? Because I'm ready for you,” Dana snapped behind her and pushed into her ass, taking Cruse's place. “I don't know what the hell happened, but my cock is burning to be inside you.” Frank's speed never faltered. Dana matched his strokes. “Can't get enough!” Frank snapped and bent down, biting her breast, drinking from her. “Frank!” Whitnee shouted. Claws replaced her hands, fur replaced skin, and she looked down to see Frank had shifted also, but still pumped inside her. His cock was thicker, longer, and hard as steal, pounding into her pussy. Fur rubbed against her back and she knew Dana had also shifted into the beast. The bed rocked underneath them from the force of their lovemaking. Frank howled at the same time Dana did, releasing their seed inside her and she fell into Frank's chest as another orgasm shook her, but Frank held her tight, kissing the top of her head. “We're far from finished, Whitnee,” Frank announced as Dana slipped out of her and Theodore lifted her off of Frank. “Take her into the shower, Theodore. You can wash her and love her at the same time.” Whitnee whimpered, shifting back to human form and resting her head on Theodore's chest as he carried her to the master bathroom. He gently sat her down on the counter as he reached over and turned on the shower. “Come on, baby. I need you.” He picked her back up and she leaned back, smiling at him. “I need slow love, Theodore.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and lowered herself on his cock. “Mm, feels so good.” She kissed his lips when he placed her back against the wall and moved inside her. “You're so beautiful. When I saw you running in the subway tunnels, all I wanted to do was run after you and fuck your brains out right there.” He grinned down at her, his hips moving in slow, even strokes in and out of her. She laughed and swatted his arm. “Remember when we were all in the hotel room and I was in the middle of my shift?” Theodore nodded and she felt a small tremor shake his body. Whitnee rubbed his arms. “I glanced up at you and I saw the worry in your gaze, but I also saw how you held onto the bar. I know it was hard on you to watch me and not be the one holding me.” She patted his chest right above his

heart. “I knew you were the first one to realize our bond, and I also know you, Dana, and Cruse protect Frank before anything else. I realized then that I wanted that same thing from all of you. To feel protected and loved. So love me, Theodore.” Whitnee closed her eyes and leaned back, giving him access to her breast which he nibbled on. “You'll always be protected and loved. Never doubt that.” He hooked her legs under his arms and opened her further to him. She smiled and held onto his arms while he made love to her, slow and steady, each stroke touching her sensitive clit. The heat rose in her body once more, and her toes curled as she watched love and passion filter across his face. A single tear ran down her face and he leaned down, licking it. “Is that a tear of happiness?” he asked, his body stiff as he tried to hold off his release but couldn't. He groaned and started moving faster and faster. His seed spilled into her, sending another orgasm through her. “Yes, I've come home,” she whispered, her legs like Jell-O when he lowered them down, holding onto her so she wouldn't fall. She noticed small pieces of tile had fallen into the tub. She glanced at the wall and frowned. “Was that—” Whitnee never got the rest of the words out as Theodore snatched her up and jumped out of the shower into the bedroom.

Chapter Ten

The bedroom erupted into chaos. Books fell from their shelves, lamps fell to floor, the walls shook, and the noise was louder than a freight train. Frank shifted and snarled as a piece of wood tore into Whitnee's arm. “Theodore, Dana, guard her. We're under attack.” He opened the door. Garth stood there with Marci, Allie, Andrew, and Whitnee's parents. “It seems Alfred couldn't wait for the challenge. He's here with a small army and he's not alone,” Garth said. “Christopher is with him, but they don't realize they are being surrounded as we speak. My men are here.” Frank nodded and moved aside. “Everyone inside! This is the safest place in the house.” “Damn it, Theodore, release me. I can help.” Whitnee growled behind them. “You aren't going anywhere. Now settle down or I'll sit on you personally,” Theodore demanded. “Enough!” Frank yelled and glared at her. “You are carrying my child and you have Andrew to protect.” She stopped and placed her hand on her stomach, sighing. “If you get one scratch on you Frank, I'll kill every one of them.” Whitnee gazed up at him, her eyes flashing a bright red, then black. “Save your strength, because when I'm done with them, I'll need you.” Frank stormed out of the room, sealing it behind him. “Let's go. And Garth, Christopher is mine.” No one ever betrayed him. Christopher was about to find out why after Frank took care of Alfred. The kitchen was in shambles as they made their way through to the back yard. Alfred and his men were surrounded by gargoyles. Christopher stood off to the side, held by three men. “So you chose the wrong side again, Christopher. Well, don't worry. You won't ever have to choose sides again.” Frank turned towards Alfred Grant. “Good. I see you brought witnesses for your downfall.” Frank nodded and the men released Alfred as he shifted to beast form. “You're going to die today, Frankenstein. A fitting day, on your birthday, don't you think?” Alfred growled and attacked. He swiped his claw at Frank's face but missed. “Do you really think you are powerful enough to win?” Frank laughed and countered his move, leaving four long gashes across his face and sending him to the ground.

He circled around Alfred. He could smell the fear radiating off of him. “You have caused mayhem among the packs, taking what doesn't belong to you, destroying families and raping women who want nothing to do with you. It ends tonight.” Frank jumped on the man and snapped his fangs onto his throat. Bones crunched, wolves howled in the background, blood poured into Frank's mouth, and Alfred whined like a pup. He clawed at him, trying to break loose, but there was no chance. With one powerful crunch, Frank snapped his neck and ripped out his throat. He stood and licked the blood from his lips as he gazed into Christopher's dead eyes. “Release the traitor,” Frank snarled and Christopher smiled. “Do you really believe I would come here without backup?” He nodded to the kitchen and Frank glanced over to see Whitnee being yanked forward by two men. Blood covered her arm and there was a gash on her head. His heart stopped when he met her tearful gaze. His mind filled with the red haze, and the monster was free. Magic swirled around him and he soaked it in, knowing his little mate was helping him. Frank turned toward Christopher. “You've made the biggest mistake of your life, my dear old friend.” Dana and Theodore tore out of the kitchen and attacked Whitnee's captors. Christopher sank his teeth into Frank's arm and ripped the skin off, but not even that stopped him. He wrapped his hand around his neck and squeezed till his head fell to the ground, separating from his body. “No one touches what is mine.” Everything and everyone was quiet as he turned to Alfred's men. “You have a choice. Join me or run. But know this: if you run, I'll find you and kill you. You have until Monday to make your choice. Now go, before I rescind the choice.” He looked at the three vampires on the ground, with Dana and Theodore above them. “Get up now,” he ordered them. All three of them stood and stared at him. “I had no intention of messing with vampire politics, but since I have no choice, now inform the others I will be there tomorrow to start the changeover,” Frank said. “Know you are lucky you are still living, because if it had been my choice, you'd be dead. Our queen has pleaded for your lives. It seems she believes you were misled.” One man stepped forward and bowed. “He told us you were planning to destroy the vampires using the wolves. Otherwise, we would have never agreed to come with him.” Frank nodded and sighed, the high from the fight now only a tremor. “You need to use your brain more. Why would I destroy you when I considered Christopher my friend and ally? I'm half vampire, or have you all forgotten this?” He stepped into the man's personal space. “No, sir, and I ask for forgiveness.”

“Go and tell the others what has happened. I expect a clean house when we get there, is that understood? I won't bring my queen and son there when there is a threat.” All three men nodded and left. He turned and glared at Whitnee. “How the hell did they get in?” He was furious. Dana shook his head. “Marci and Allie opened the door, wanting to help, before we knew what was happening.” Eve came running out with Bran next to her and Andrew in his arms. “Marci and Allie are gone. They left.” Garth roared behind him and stomped up next to him. “Why?” Eve glanced at her husband and he nodded. “She blames herself for letting the men in. And Marci isn't ready, Garth. She's terrified.” Whitnee said, “I talked to her this morning. Did she talk to you, Garth?” Garth shook his head. “No. When we woke we knew we were being surrounded. We didn't have time.” “Let's go inside,” Whitnee said. “I'm suddenly so tired.” Cruse stepped up and scooped her up into his arms, nuzzling her neck. “How's your head, Whitnee?” “I'm fine, Cruse, just tired. Didn't sleep much. I was too worried about everything,” she mumbled into his chest while all of them moved into the family room that wasn't totally destroyed. Frank inspected their surroundings. “We're not going to be able to stay here. We're too open for attack. Garth, I know you need to search for Marci, but could you hold off for a few days? We really could use the backup when we enter Christopher's old compound.” Garth nodded, and so did his brothers, who surrounded him. He glanced at Whitnee. “We should leave soon. I don't like staying here, in case the rest of Alfred's inner pack decides to attack.” She nodded at Garth. “There is no need to worry. I know where Marci is headed and with all that has happened, I believe we should make an appearance at the Masquerade Ball also.” “Which one?” Frank ruffled Andrew's hair as he lowered him to the ground. Whitnee smiled. “The one in Mexico on Halloween. If I know Marci, she'll go there now that she remembers who killed her mother.” Bran frowned and moved to Whitnee. “She remembered?”

“Yes. When she saw Garth and his brothers, everything came back. That's what we were talking about. She was scared because her mother had been raped and murdered by two of her kind.” Whitnee turned to Garth. “It wasn't you or your brothers she ran from, but we need to find them. Even though I'm going to kill her and Allie for going alone.” Frank laughed. “Well, it seems we have plans to make, but for now, why doesn't everyone get packed?” His gaze never left Whitnee's. “I need a word with you.” Eve laughed and grabbed Andrew's hand. “Come on, honey. Let's get you and your mother packed while she and Frank talk.” Dana, Cruse, and Theodore laughed. “We'll let everyone know and get things rolling.” Whitnee smiled and moved into his arms. “And what do we need to talk about?” He swung her up into his arms and moved into his bedroom, closing the door behind them. “I want to bury my cock inside you, woman. Now, hush.” Frank ripped off the rope she wore and pushed her up against the door again. She laughed. “Isn't this how this morning started?” she teased, but he only moaned when he pushed his cock into her pussy. “Aren't you glad I can clothe you? You're going to have to learn I don't like others seeing what is mine, Frank.” She raked her nails down his back. “Hmm, I'll try to remember that.” He mumbled against her neck. “I love you, Whitnee, and if you ever scare me like that again—” “Hush, I'm fine. Just make love to me, Frank. Give me that special come of yours and let me see the fireworks again.” Frank reached up, pulling her nipples and slamming his cock in and out of her. “With pleasure, my queen.” For the next hour Frank brought her to peak six times, only to back off, driving her need higher and higher. “Damn it, Frank I need to come!” Whitnee screamed and dug her heels into his ass as she tried to push him deeper into her. “Do you, now? If you can still form a sentence, you're not ready. I want you to scream so every single person will hear you.” Frank reached down, pushing two fingers into her ass. He turned her away from the door and moved to the bed where he slipped out of her. She groaned as he put her stomach onto the bed and entered her from behind. He grabbed onto her ass cheeks and pushed forward. “You have such a great ass. I think it's time I fucked it.” Frank pulled out of her pussy, his cock covered in her juice. He slid slowly into her ass and she moaned. “God, you're so tight back here.”

“Isn't she, though?” Dana moved into the room, stripping out of his clothes and slid under her. “Let me have some of that pussy, baby.” Together he and Dana teased her until she couldn't take anymore. Frank slapped her ass twice and she came, screaming at the top of her lungs. His seed poured out of him full force, soaking her ass. Dana groaned and filled her pussy with his seed, still pumping into her as he did. In all his three hundred years, Frank had never had a birthday that sent him from being the happiest man alive to being scared half out of his mind. He leaned down and nuzzled her ear as little tremors still wracked his body. “I have a feeling my life is going to be quite full keeping you in line, little one, but don't worry, I'm up for the challenge in more ways than one.” He shoved his hips forward one last time, kissing the back of her neck. “I love you, Whitnee. Never change. Happy Fourth of July, baby.” She laughed. “Happy birthday, my big man, and I'm sure I can keep you busy over the next few centuries.” THE END