Isabelle's Mate (Shifters of the Bulgarian Bloodline Book 6)

by Daria Wright

  “That doesn’t make me feel any better. I have no clue how you’ve done this your entire life.”

  They were newly married, and as far as anyone was concerned they were a happy couple. They were happy, that much was true, but they weren’t so much a couple. At least not the type that everyone thought they were.

  “How does your stomach feel?”

  Abby touched her belly, looking down at it. She’d just realized last week that she was expecting.

  “I’m alright.” She admitted. She hadn’t wanted to be sick at all during dinner- that was a victory, right? Abby closed her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to be a mother, but she knew that there was nowhere else she’d rather bring a baby into this world than in this home.

  “Hello.”

  A soft voice spoke behind Abby, she turned to see a blonde haired man walk past her, pulling her husband into his arms. Their lips touched for a fraction of a second. Abby’s heart skipped a beat seeing the happiness in her husbands eyes as he pulled his partner into a deep kiss that only lasted a couple of seconds.

  He pulled away and looked John up and down. “Hi.” Their lips touched for a fraction of a second again. Abby felt arms tighten around her hips. She rested against Owen’s strong chest, closing her eyes.

  “How was the dinner?” He asked.

  “Dreadful.” Both Abby and Tom said in unison. It wasn’t that they didn’t enjoy being a couple, it was everything else that was part of dinners like this. Talking with the wives, buttering up the right people, and of course Abby’s mother in law watching every second of it.

  Over the past months Abby had grown to feel at home here, but not just that she’d found a best friend in the man who had bought her to be his wife. He had been there for her in more ways than most husbands could be, and although it was strange at first, they’d been able to open up to each other about their relationships. In each other they’d found someone who they could truly count on.

  Not that Abby couldn’t count on the man who held her right now.

  She pulled away, a yawn passing through her lips. “I think I’ve been tried out for the night. I’m going to head to bed.”

  “Allow me to escort you.” Owen stepped to her side and offered his arm to her. Abby gladly took it with a smile of thanks.

  As they passed Tom she stopped just long enough to place a quick kiss on her husband’s cheek. His eyes sparkled as he returned it.

  “Goodnight, my wife.” He whispered against her.

  “See you tomorrow, my husband.” Abby’s eyes sparkled as she walked away, Own leading her down the hallway.

  At this hour the servants’ weren’t around, expect for those who had come to great their lovers.

  “Was it really that bad?” Owen asked.

  Abby groaned. “The way his mother stares at me!” She shook her head. “I can’t even begin to put into words how it feels… I feel so out of place there.”

  “That’s because your place is by my side.” Owen spoke softly as he pushed the door open for Abby and she stepped inside her room, her lover following her. The second the door closed Owen rushed to her, helping her remove her layers and layers of clothing.

  As Abby got her corset off she inhaled deeply, letting her body fill with air that she had not had for most of the night. She closed her eyes and allowed the feeling of nothing constricting her to fill her.

  “Thank you.” She finally said, turning to face Owen.

  He had changed since she last saw him. Earlier he wore his work clothes. Now he wore a pair of simple pants and a once white shirt. Abby reached out and touched his face, moving closer to him.

  He pulled her into his arms, their lips touching gently. Their kiss grew more passionate, his hands tracing over the curves of her body as a soft moan passed through her lips.

  “Owen,” She whispered softly, pulling him closer to her. Owen’s lips trailed along her neck ever so softly.

  “Abby,” He whispered. “I want to please you.”

  His words sent a shiver of heat down her spine, one that was not unwelcome or unknown to her. She allowed herself to be led to the bed, Owen’s lips trailing along her jawline and back to her lips. Abby’s fingers tangled into his hair as he pulled away. Owen’s eyes sparkled as they locked on her for a fraction of a second.

  His lips touched hers. He pulled her into bed, rolling on top of her, his arms resting above her head and supporting himself.

  “I love you, Abby.”

  “I love you too, Owen.”

  The more she said those words, the more she realized just how much she loved the man who was on top of her. She never would have though a year and a half ago that this would be where she was now, but this was her life, and in a way she couldn’t be happier. After all, she had a best friend, silk gowns, and a man who loved her more than anything in this world.

  What more could she ask for?

  Dear mama, papa, and everyone.

  Things are moving fast! I haven’t had time to write. Tom’s mother wants to take us traveling with her, she believes that it will do me well and allow me to experience the world more. I’ll be honest, I don’t want to go that much- but Tom agrees, and he says I can bring you something! Can you even believe it? I could bring you home something from an exotic world.

  I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m in love, I’m happy, and above all…. I’m expecting! Boy I wish you were all here to see it!

  Much love,

  Abby.

  Abby looked up from her letter as she let the ink dry. A wide smile slipped across her lips.

  “Hello.”

  “He’s right,” Owen said, he’d been reading over her shoulder. “it will be good for you to do some traveling.”

  “And what if I don’t want to?’

  “Then m’lady you will just have to tough it out.”

  Abby pushed herself up, resting her hand on her stomach. She hadn’t told many people, not Tom’s family, but she couldn’t help telling her own. She’d been putting off sending a letter just so she didn’t say anything. Owen reached out and took her hand as she stood, guiding her towards the door.

  “Will you join me for a walk?” He asked every day around lunch, even still. Even after a year.

  “I’d very much like that.”

  Abby answered the same every day, except on days that she was too ill to walk, but not many of those had come up.

  “Tell me, will you be angry to give your child up?” Abby asked as they headed for the trail that they had created over the past months.

  “In all truth? No, I will not be angry. Will I wish I could raise him as my own? Of course. What parent does not want that?”

  Abby nodded, she knew he was right. Her fingers tightened in his as she squeezed his hand gently.

  “But, more than anything I just want my child to be taken care of. I want to know he will never have to worry about a meal, or wonder if his mother loves him. And I know that between the three of us, our child will never have to worry about a thing.”

  Owen pulled Abby closer to her, letting go of her hand as his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

  Abby smiled, moving as close to him as she could. She knew he was right.

  ***The End***

  Secret Escape

  By: Elaine Young

  Chapter 1

  Kazuma left the gym late that night. He’d been training hard all night, lifting weights and doing pushups in preparation for a big match later that week. It was located in an abandoned underground train tunnel in the South Village of Florida. The match would be against a famous MMA fighter who called himself Dark Love. He was rumored to be ten times stronger than any of the other fighters, and was a dangerous opponent. Rumor had it he’d sent two men into comas in the past three years.

  As Kazuma breezed out of the gym, he heard a high-pitched wailing noise followed by a loud smack. Figuring it was nothing, he continued on his way. His bag was heavy and filled with equipment. His limbs were sore from o
verworking his body, and all he wanted to do was lie down in his bed and take a nap. He neared his car, which was parked in the rear parking lot, under a grove of palm trees. It was warm out, and a light rain had begun. Just as Kazuma reached for his keys to unlock his car, he heard the sound of a woman crying. It was definitely the same voice as before, which worried him. Deciding to inspect the noise, he tossed his bag in his car and walked towards the alleyway.

  There he saw a man and woman having an argument against the brick wall. The man had his hand around the woman’s throat and she was struggling to get his fingers off her.

  “Hey,” Kazuma said, stepping forward. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  To his surprise, the man let go of his girlfriend. But he left his hand on her chest, forcing her to remain again the wall.

  “Listen buddy, I was just having a conversation with my girlfriend. This has nothing to do with you. Now why don’t you just head off on your merry way?”

  “I’m not leaving until you get your hands off her,” Kazuma said. He’d never entered into a civilian dispute before. All the fights he’d had were in the arena, and were scheduled by his coach. He was warned against these types of situations, and knew that it would only result in chaos for him. But it didn’t matter. The woman in front of him seemed to be in honest distress, and she even had a bright pink mark on her cheek from when he’d slapped her.

  “I’m not going to ask you again,” Kazuma said. He was wearing a pair of black sweatpants and a black tank top. His hair was dark and flopped over his face. Kazuma’s skin was tan, and his arms were tawny and muscular. Visible through his shirt was his six-pack. He wasn’t a force to be reckoned with, but that didn’t mean everyone was going to listen. The man in front of him clearly didn’t care. He looked enraged at having been interrupted. But what would have happened to the woman if Kazuma hadn’t stepped in?

  He shuddered at the thought. The man in front of him finally took his hand off his girlfriend and proceeded to ball up his hands in messy fists. Kazuma raised an eyebrow and nodded at the other man’s stance.

  “That’s not how you fight.”

  “What are you talking about? Who taught you to fight, your mother?”

  “You do not wanna say that to me,” Kazuma said.

  “Or what?”

  Kazuma cracked his neck loudly to the left and the right. Without giving it a second thought he shifted into a fighting stance and gave the stranger a hard blow to the face. He hit him square in the cheek, causing the man to stumble and fold in half, clutching his face. Next to him, the woman cowered in fear. She was no longer whimpering but she didn’t seem happy to see the two men fighting.

  “This is your last chance to walk away,” Kazuma said.

  The man squared his shoulders and spit blood onto the asphalt. “No way, I’m not backing down. You need to stay away from me and my bitch.”

  Kazuma stepped forward swiftly and grabbed the man by his collar. He lifted him a few inches off the ground and lowered his voice.

  “Don’t you dare call her that again. You hear me? Or I will come for you and when I find you you’ll regret ever having messed with someone like me. Now apologize.”

  The man narrowed his eyes and spit on Kazuma.

  “Okay,” he said sarcastically, throwing the man harshly to the pavement. “Are you okay?” he asked, nodding at the pretty blonde.

  “Thank you,” she said. They stared at each other in the dim streetlight, sizing one another up. She had thick blonde hair that fell in waves around her full-moon face. Her cheeks were high and her eyes were large and dark. She was tall and slim, like Kazuma. Her eyes traveled from his face towards his neck and the rippling muscles of his arms.

  “What’s your name?” she asked.

  Instead of answering her he turned around and walked away. This was her mess and it wasn’t best to get involved. He’d already beaten the hell out of her boyfriend, leaving him with a twisted ankle and a bruised face. She was beautiful, of course, possibly the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. If he were honest with himself, she reminded him a lot of Jane.

  Back in high school, Kazuma fell in love with an older woman named Jane. She was his mother’s friend, a drop-dead gorgeous forty year old with dark blonde hair. She always smelled like warm sand and had a gravely voice from smoking too many cigarettes. When Kazuma was younger, he would catch Jane staring at him from across the table. Surprisingly enough, his mother never found out they slept together.

  Jane and Kazuma spent an entire summer together before his senior year. She invited him to his apartment on the premise of mowing the lawn, which quickly turned into a passionate lovemaking session on the back porch. She’d moved the following winter, not giving word as to why or where she went. His mother was frustrated and angry that her only best friend had disappeared but Kazuma knew better. She’d fallen in love but realized she couldn’t date a seventeen year old.

  Now twenty-five, Kazuma wasn’t that same kid anymore. He was a fighter, someone who wouldn’t back down no matter how much he was warned. This woman that he had saved was beautiful, and definitely a few years older than him. But it wasn’t his place.

  He hopped in his car and drove off towards his house, blasting the radio with the windows rolled down. At a stoplight, Kazuma lit a cigarette and blew smoke rings at his dashboard. It was a habit he’d kicked a while ago, and only smoked on nights when he was really stressed out. It hindered his lungs and affected his ability to fight. Plus he preferred hard liquor to smoking.

  When he got to his house, he noticed a small alligator hanging out on the front lawn.

  “Figures,” Kazuma said, spitting onto the driveway. He honked the horn once, loudly, scaring the creature off. His house was located close to marshland and he was always finding strange creatures meandering about his lawn. Just the other day he saw a crane swooping through his backyard, its mouth wide open to consume the mayflies and love bugs.

  The house was brightly lit from the inside, which made Kazuma feel less alone. He hadn’t dated in a while, and it got lonely living alone. In fact, he’d been sleeping around since before he could remember. His last serious relationship was with Jane.

  The inside of his house was covered in aging wooden paneling and dusty French doors. He enjoyed cooking, and kept his kitchen well stocked with meat and spices. There was a ratty green couch in the living room and he slept on a king-sized bed in his bedroom. He made money from fighting, and it fueled and funded every aspect of his life. If it weren’t for the arena, he’d have nothing. Fighting was all he knew.

  Without realizing it, Kazuma had dropped his bags and started hitting the black punching bag in the living room. He had residual anger from beating up that stranger, and needed to take it out on something other than himself. If it weren’t for the doorbell ringing, he never would have noticed someone was trying to get his attention.

  “Yeah?” he called out in his deep voice, continuing to punch the bag when they didn’t respond. He sighed loudly, stormed towards the door, yanked it open and gasped. It was the pretty blonde from the alleyway.

  “What are you doing here?” he asked. “How did you find me?”

  He realized one of her eyes was swollen and purple. Her boyfriend had hurt her again.

  “I followed you,” she said in a weak voice.

  “Come in, please.” He held the door wide open and watched as she gingerly stepped across the threshold.

  Chapter 2

  Ally stepped over the threshold, carful not to brush against the stranger. She hadn’t meant to follow him home but the second he walked away her ex had stood up and punched her straight in the right eye. The walk towards her car had been difficult, and she felt slightly woozy. One thing she noticed was that the stranger drove a dark red car with a silver dragon symbol on the back. She decided to follow the dragon, not sure where it would lead her. When he finally parked outside of his house, she waited a few minutes, curious as to why he was honking his
horn randomly.

  It took all the courage and strength she had left to knock on his door. She hadn’t wanted to impose, and knew it was weird that she had followed him, but she had no other choice. Her family members had given up on her because of he relationship with John. He was both physically and emotionally abusive and no one knew why she stayed with him. They had no idea that she’d quit her job and that he was supporting her financially. He was also a fighter, but fought on the opposite side of town.

  All Ally knew was that some nights he would come home covered in cuts and bruises but he would drop a wad of cash on their living room table and all the bills would be paid. She never went to any of his matches and ignored where the money came from. Part of her always suspected that he was into dealing drugs and made some extra cash on the side because of that. She feared for her life and for her safety on a daily basis. All she could think of was getting arrested or getting murdered. Being with John was unstable and terrifying. She needed a new place to call home. But would the stranger dressed in all black be able to help her?

  “Do you want me to make you a cup of tea?” he asked, motioning for her to sit in the kitchen. She took a seat in front of the island and placed her head in her hands.

  “That would be nice, thank you.”

  He turned his back to her and began humming as he grabbed shiny boxes of tea out of the cabinet. For such a gruff man, she didn’t expect him to be a tea drinker.

  He placed each of the boxes carefully in front of her, as if she was a small child and he was bringing her gifts. She pointed at the bright pink ceramic box, which was filled with passion fruit tea.

  “Passion fruit it is,” he said, placing a pot on the oven to boil.

  “You know you still haven’t told me you name.”

  “Well what’s your name?”

  “Ally. Short for Allison. And you?”

  “Kazuma,” he replied. After a pause he said, “So where’s that asshole of you?”