Gay Shifter RomanceDaddy Bear

by Sy Walker

  “Not if you refuse to recognize him as the alpha,” Xander said desperately. “You can cast him out, shun him, and look to me as the next leader still.”

  “As I said, you cannot have both.”

  Xander sighed deeply. “It doesn’t make sense.”

  “You know that is not true,” Malick said harshly. “You have known the rules your whole life. You understood what it meant to be the alpha. I believed you were ready.”

  “He is ready,” the dark skinned, braided beauty beside Malick said, speaking up for the first time. “We can all sense his abilities, but he is also tormented by his love for the girl, and we cannot ignore that.”

  “What else can we do?” Principal Harris asked. “If Xander chooses Savannah he dooms the pack, and if he chooses the pack, he must give up the girl.”

  “I don’t understand,” Savannah said, speaking up. Everyone turned to her and she felt the full weight of everyone’s eyes on her. She took a deep breath and continued. “I just…I don’t understand why another leader can’t be chosen. If Xander cannot lead the pack, why does it have to be Dominic?"

  Xander turned around and faced her.

  “She knows nothing,” Marissa spat. “You haven’t told her the most important part.”

  Savannah ignored Marissa and stared at Xander, searching for the answers in his eyes. “The next, natural alpha possesses abilities that other wolf shifters are born without,” Xander said, slowly. “Once I become the alpha I will have…a certain amount of control over the pack, and if I break from tradition, then those powers will waste away, and the next in line will inherit them. Dominic would inherit them.”

  “Your father didn’t,” Savannah pointed out, desperate for some loophole that would save them. “You told me you were next in line to be the alpha, not your father.”

  “My father broke the rules,” Xander replied. “He desecrated the holy union of marriage by cheating on my mother, so the powers of the alpha passed him over in favor of me, but that was only because I was an option. If my father had had no sons, then he would have been the next alpha. That is why it is so important to marry and create the next generation.”

  Savannah felt light-headed. She reminded herself to breathe deeply so that she would stay calm, but anguish was threatening to break her façade. She could see no way forward for herself and Xander. She could see the end, and it was near.

  “You knew this, Xander,” Malick spoke up. “You knew this before you called the meeting, before you brought us here. Why ask when you know the answer? Why ask when you know there is nothing we can do?”

  “There is something we can do,” Xander said with conviction, and Savannah froze in place. She hadn’t expected it, and she clung to Xander’s words, grabbing onto the last shred of hope available to them.

  “Go on,” Malick said. “What is it you think we can do?”

  “We ask for help,” Xander said. “To change inevitable fate and bend this rule so I can become the alpha as I was meant to, and stay with Savannah at the same time.”

  “That is impossible!” Marissa said harshly.

  “Silence,” Principal Harris hissed. She turned to Xander and nodded. “How do you propose to achieve this help?”

  Savannah sensed the stress wafting off Xander’s body, and she knew he was nervous about bringing this new plan to light. He knew it would be unpopular, but it was his last, desperate attempt.

  “We seek the help of a witch,” he said.

  There was a moment of silence, and then the clearing went wild with gritting teeth and sounds of outrage. Even Xander’s friends hissed at the words, recoiling back as though he had lashed out at them. Savannah stared at the reaction, wondering what it meant to them and their kind. First, she tried to process the idea that real witches lived among the human race.

  “You dare suggest such a thing?” Malick asked in a cold voice.

  “It is the only way.”

  “We do not consort with witches,” the braided elder said, speaking up.

  “If you remember correctly, our legends revolve around witches,” Xander said. “Our history includes them. Witches have shaped the race we are today.”

  “They have also enslaved and harmed us,” Malick responded. “We are not dogs to be trained and used and tortured. We are wolves, and we are greater than they are.”

  “They have power that we don’t.”

  “Which is why they have kept us under heel,” Malick said angrily. “We will not allow them to use us further. You cannot expect anything from a witch without payment. Tell me: are you willing to pay the price it would cost?”

  “Yes,” Xander said, firmly.

  At the same time Savannah said, “No.”

  Their eyes fell upon Savannah again, and she stepped forward to stand beside Xander. He looked at her with confusion and hurt, but she knew she could not let him do this for her.

  “Xander,” she said, dropping her voice so that only he could hear her. “It’s okay. You need to let this go now.”

  “I need to let this go?” he repeated incredulously.

  “You have an obligation to stay and protect your pack,” Savannah said. “And I can’t be a part of it. You need to accept that.”

  “They can do this,” Xander said desperately. “They can ask for help. They can put aside this the enmity they have with the witches and help us.”

  “Xander, I can feel their resolve,” Savannah said sadly. “They will not bend.”

  Xander turned to stare at the three elders in front of them. “You’re really going to make me choose?”

  “At least you’ve been given a choice,” Malick told him expressionlessly.

  Savannah felt Xander’s rage hurtle to the surface, and she knew he was going to lose it in a second. She reached out to him, trying to stop the outburst before it happened, but a sharp whip of pain cut through her, and her knees buckled as she fell to the ground.

  “Savannah!” Xander cried as he grabbed her. “What just happened?”

  “I don’t know,” Savannah said. She gasped, but then the pain disappeared as fast as it had come.

  “Elvira!” Xander said, turning to the braided elder. “Help her.”

  Elvira stepped forward and knelt down beside Savannah. “Lie down flat,” she said, and Savannah had no choice but to do so.

  Elvira looked her over, and then placed her hands, palms down, over Savannah’s body. Elvira never touched her, but Savannah felt a strange heat begin to envelop her.

  “What is this?” Savannah whispered.

  “She’s trying to sense what’s wrong,” Xander replied. “Hold on.”

  The clearing was filled with silence for at least ten minutes. Elvira had her eyes shut as her hands hovered over Savannah’s body. She moved her hands up and down, without a word. Suddenly, her hands stilled, and Savannah sensed the confusion and astonishment ripple from Elvira’s aura.

  “What is it?” Savannah asked in a panic. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing is…wrong,” Elvira said at last.

  “Elvira?” Xander’s voice was weighted down with concern.

  Elvira rose to her feet, and she and Xander helped Savannah up. The pain had left her body, but the memory of it still remained. Savannah stared at Elvira, waiting for the explanation.

  “It seems…Savannah is pregnant,” Elvira said at last.

  Shock was the one singular emotion that Savannah felt emanating from everyone in the clearing.

  “What?” Xander said after a moment. “She’s…pregnant?”

  “Yes,” Elvira nodded. “You’re going to be a father, Xander.”

  Xander turned around and stared at Savannah. “This makes my choice easier,” Xander said at last. “The only way my conscience will allow me to abandon my responsibility to my pack. It is in favor of a greater responsibility--”

  “You will not be required to make the choice at all,” Elvira said, and a murmur went through the pack.

  “What do you mean, Elvira
?” Malick asked. “He will still have to choose.”

  “No, he will not,” Elvira replied. “The child that Savannah carries…will be a shifter.”

  “How is that possible?” Principal Harris demanded.

  “I don’t know,” Elvira replied. “But it is.”

  “Wait,” Xander said suddenly. “Does that mean…”

  “You can marry Savannah,” Elvira said. “And you can retain your role as alpha.”

  Xander spun around to face Savannah. Their eyes met and Savannah saw how thrilled he was. Her fear and uncertainty dissipated instantly as she saw the conviction in his eyes. They could stay together; Xander did not have to choose.

  Savannah fell into his arms and Xander hugged her tightly. Savannah felt jealousy spring up all around them, but she cut it all out and focused only on Xander and their child. For now, and forevermore, this was the only thing that mattered.

  It was the only thing that would ever matter.

  BOOK TWO

  Chapter One

  “Savannah?”

  Xander’s voice reached Savannah as though from a great distance, but when she turned he was right beside her. She reached out and took his hand.

  “I’m sorry,” Savannah said. “I was somewhere else.”

  “Are you okay?” Xander asked.

  “I’m…just a little shaken,” Savannah replied. “I mean, I’m pregnant, and I’m eighteen, and I haven’t even graduated high school yet.”

  “I know,” Xander said. He pulled her close, and wrapped his arms around her. Warmth crept in immediately, and Savannah felt a little better. “I know, This is a lot for me, too.”

  “Are you scared?” Savannah asked. She looked up at him.

  He hesitated for a moment. His grey eyes were distant and thoughtful, but when he looked into Savannah’s eyes, he was back in the present with her. “Yes.” He nodded. “I am, but I’m scared of different things.”

  “Like what?” Savannah asked.

  “I’m scared I won’t be able to keep my family safe,” Xander said quietly.

  “Which family?” Savannah asked. “The one you have with me, or the one you have with the pack?”

  Xander cupped Savannah’s face in both of his hands, and looked down at her with a burning intensity. “From this day until my last, you will always be the most important thing to me. You are my family first, and everything and everyone else will always be second.”

  Savannah nodded as she let those words seep into her being, comforting her the way nothing else could. She sensed Xander’s brightly burning aura, and its intensity. She also sensed his aura’s layered emotions--he was weary and scared; he was thinking three steps ahead, and he still worried that it wasn’t enough.

  “You’re thinking too much,” Savannah said quickly.

  Xander smiled distractedly. “You can feel it?”

  “Even if I couldn’t feel it, I can see it,” Savannah said. “I need you to be present Xander, I need to know you’re here with me.”

  “I am always with you,” Xander said firmly. “Always.”

  Savannah sighed. “It’s getting late,” she said. “I need to get home before my parents start worrying.”

  Xander nodded. He took her hand and they made their way through the forest.

  “Will they really let us be together now?” Savannah asked. It was a question that she'd wanted to ask for some time, now.

  “Of course,” Xander said with certainty. “They are bound by sacred laws. You are carrying my child, and that child is a shifter. One day he or she will succeed me. They will respect our union, and they will help me to keep you and the baby safe.”

  “You sound so sure,” Savannah said.

  Xander turned to her in surprise. “You’re not?”

  “It’s just…”

  “Yes?”

  “I felt so many different things in the clearing,” Savannah admitted. “I felt the tenor of every aura surrounding me, and I caught some emotions that weren’t always…respectful.”

  Xander sighed. “You have to understand, Savannah, the girls were raised with the belief that one day I would choose my partner from one of them. It is a hard thing to not be chosen, but not to be chosen in favor of someone so different is a bitter pill for them to swallow.”

  “I felt their jealousy,” Savannah said. Her hand fell instinctively to her flat belly. “I felt their anger, but it paled in comparison to how one person in particular felt.”

  Savannah looked hard at Xander’s face where she saw confirmation of her fears reflected in his eyes.

  “Marissa and I were very close as children,” Xander said slowly. “We were best friends, but as we grew older, she wanted something more, and I…didn’t.”

  “She’s in love with you,” Savannah said firmly.

  “She only thinks she’s in love with me,” Xander said dismissively.

  Savannah pulled her hand from Xander’s, and he turned to face her. “You’re not listening to me,” Savannah said. “I’m not guessing, and I’m not assuming. I know she's in love with you. I can feel it, and how it burns inside of her.”

  Xander looked down. “It doesn’t matter,” he said softly. “I don’t love her.”

  “You’re not scared of what she might do?” Savannah asked.

  Xander turned to her, fire burning in his eyes. “She is part of the pack,” he said. “I am the future alpha, and you are my chosen mate. She will not harm you or any part of you.”

  “Because she won’t, or because she can’t?” Savannah asked.

  “Does it matter?” Xander took Savannah’s hand and pulled her through the forest.

  “It matters to me.”

  “I told you before, and I meant it,” Xander said. “I will keep you safe. From everyone.”

  Savannah tried to take a deep breath, but she felt something she didn’t have the luxury of trying to decipher. She and Xander moved quickly through the forest, until they came to the base of the track where he kept his motorcycle. He helped her onto it, and then they were breezing down the dark, lonely streets of Grey Mountain, toward Savannah’s isolated home.

  Xander stopped a few feet away from the house, and behind some trees so that no one in the house would be able to see them. He got off, and then helped Savannah down.

  “You know I won’t break right?” Savannah said. “I’m just pregnant.”

  Xander took a deep breath. “I can’t quite believe it.”

  “Neither can I,” Savannah said. “And who can blame us? It's not every day that a person finds out she's pregnant only a day after conception. How did Elvira know?”

  “Usually the elders possess certain heightened abilities,” Xander said. “She’s a healer of sorts, and she can usually sense if something has gone wrong, internally. That was how she was able to tell that you were pregnant so soon.”

  Savannah nodded. She unconsciously turned in the direction of the house.

  “Are you worried about how to tell your parents?” Xander asked.

  Savannah laughed. “Can I possibly get away with never telling them at all?” she asked.

  “After the first three or four months they might start to notice something,” Xander pointed out.

  Savannah sighed. “I can’t think about it right now,” she said. “I just need to get some sleep.”

  “Of course.” Xander nodded. “If you need anything, anything at all, call me.”

  “I will,” Savannah said. Xander reached for her and drew her close, and Savannah melted into him. They stood like that for a long time before Xander slowly tilted her head back enough so that he could kiss her, gently on the lips.

  “I don’t want to leave you,” he said.

  Savannah had sensed that, but she also sensed that he needed to leave, as he had much to settle with the pack, and his responsibilities were calling to him.

  “But you have to,” Savannah said, nodding. “The pack needs you.”

  Xander looked wearily off into the woods. Savannah n
oticed the crease of worry on his brow grow prominent. She reached up and grazed his cheek with the back of her hand. “Go. It's okay. I’ll be fine.”

  Xander took her hand, kissed the inside of her palm, and then flipped it over and kissed it again. “Everything's going to be all right,” he said. “I'll make sure of that.”

  “I know,” Savannah said, and she took a step back so Xander could ride off.

  She waited until the plumes of smoke from his motorcycle disappeared into the wind before she turned and went into the house. Inside, all of the lights were still on, and her parents were in the kitchen eating dinner.

  “There you are!” her mother said. “We were expecting you home an hour ago.”

  “I know,” Savannah said, sitting down opposite her parents. “I was with some friends, and I lost track of time.”

  “Friends, huh?” her father asked. She noticed her parents exchange a happy glance. “That’s great. You're really beginning to blossom in this town.”

  Savannah cringed at her father’s choice of words, but she smiled anyway, and accepted the plate her mother had passed to her.

  “We’re having pasta for dinner.”

  “That sounds great,” Savannah said, despite the fact that she was not hungry at all. She served herself a small portion, and picked at it sparsely.

  “Not hungry?” her mother asked.

  “We had snacks,” Savannah said quickly. “Guess they filled me up.”

  “Did you have fun?” her mother asked.

  Savannah nodded. “Yeah. I did. It was great.”

  “You should introduce these new friends of yours to us,” Savannah’s father said. “You could invite them over, sometime.”

  “That’s not necessary,” Savannah said quickly. “They’re all…really busy.”

  “Busy?” her mother repeated.

  “We live quite far out,” Savannah said, grasping at straws.

  “I think I know what the problem is,” her dad said, giving her a sideways glance. “She’s scared we’re going to embarrass her.”

  Savannah rolled her eyes. “That’s really not it.”

  “I think your father’s right,” her mother said, pretending to be hurt.