Ashwood Falls Volume Two (Books 3, 3.5, and 4)

by Lia Davis

Blaine started to pace, drawing Christa’s attention. He ran a hand over his short hair, something Christa had seen him do several times since meeting him. “We can’t have mutants in the den, Ana.”

  “Well, she can’t stay here. I’m sure those other mutants were scouts sent to kill her.”

  From the corner of her eye, Christa saw Gina shift nervously as she sat on the ground. Quietly, the female said, “I could wear an enchanted collar.”

  Ana stood up and faced her brother. “Shay and her mother-in-law could make one. We can test it before taking her to the den.”

  Blaine let out a low curse and peered at Hayden as if looking for some help. Hayden just smiled and lay back in the grass. Blaine blew out a breath. “My father can so have his job back. I’ll have to talk with Luna then Robyn and Shay.”

  Ana threw her arms around Blaine. He tensed at first then smiled and hugged her back.

  Christa made a mental note to ask Hayden more about Ana later.

  Blaine looked over at Hayden. “We still have the issue of the male, the twins, and Christa.”

  Christa’s heart stopped for a microsecond then started to beat in rapidly. This was it. If Blaine said she wasn’t permitted in the den, she was out of here. And she was taking Brenna and Bryce with her. She’d figure out how to provide them with a normal shifter life without Ashwood Falls or Hayden.

  One thing had become clear to her as she sat in on this meeting. Vance would be looking for her and the twins. There was no way she’d let the rogue anywhere near her niece and nephew.

  “Luna seems to like Christa. Bring her to the house in the morning. We’ll have breakfast and then the binding. We can do it at my house since it’s just a blood bond. The twins are welcome because they are shifters and minors.” Blaine turned his attention to Gina. “Hayden said the male is ill.”

  Gina nodded. “He is dying.”

  “How?”

  Gina looked at Ana, who gave her a short nod and gestured for her to stand. After she stood and faced the Alpha, she said, “I tried to cure him and failed.”

  Chapter 11

  “What do you mean you tried to cure him?”

  Hayden and Blaine spoke the question in unison, although Blaine put more growl into it, making the female shrink back behind Ana. Hayden drew in a breath and clapped Blaine on the shoulder in a silent request to let the female speak. “Gina, please explain.”

  The female looked at the ground and spoke with a shaky voice. “Before my abduction, I was a bio-geneticist. I worked for a cancer research laboratory. When Felix’s lab techs injected the serum in me, it didn’t take like the others. I seem to have a gene that rejects the full effect of the mutant virus.”

  Hayden wondered if the same gene Gina referred to was the same one Shay carried that made her completely immune to the virus. Was it even possible for humans to carry such genes?

  “What I don’t understand is how the virus actually works. I mean shifters are born, not created. We carry an extra chromosome that allows us to shift into our animal halves. Humans don’t possess the DNA structure necessary to make a full transfer. Therefore they are stuck in mid-shift, never again to be human or animal when they are infected with the mutant virus.” Hayden peered at Blaine, who was staring at him as though he’d grown another head. Shaking his head, Hayden continued. “I’ve been doing some research.”

  Gina stepped around Ana to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her. “Yes, but when I tested my blood and hair in the lab after the change, I found I have a recessive shifter gene. Someone in my ancestry was a shifter.”

  Christa broke her silence. “So how does it work on shifters? Rick was one and now a mutant.”

  Gina rocked from foot to foot as she answered Christa’s question. “They have different versions of the serum. At first I thought it was the serum itself that caused the transition, but after breaking into the lab computer, I found out they have many strains of the virus, using different animal DNA and a few for humans. There were also some notes on enhancing the virus, but for some reason, it wasn’t finished. Unfortunately, I didn’t discover that until after I’d injected Rick with the antidote.”

  Blaine blew out a breath and raked a hand through his hair. “Okay, this is giving me a headache. Gina, why is the male sick?”

  She swallowed but met the Alpha’s stare. “I made an antidote using my immunity.” She frowned and looked at the twins then back to Blaine. “I needed to escape. I thought that if I could convince him to help me, I could cure him. Only our DNA wasn’t compatible. It did help clear his mind. He’s able to think for himself and speak, although his fangs make it hard to understand him sometimes. But it also made him mortal and unable to heal at a supernatural rate. When we did find a way out of the den, he cut his leg on a rusty wire in the forest, and infection set in.”

  Hayden turned his attention to Blaine. “It’s your call, Alpha.”

  “Damn. This is fucked up. I’ll get Robyn to work on the collars and talk to Luna about Christa. Be prepared to travel home in the morning. I’ll send some sentries out just in case more mutants decide to get stupid.”

  Blaine gave Ana enough time to say bye to Gina before teleporting them back to the den.

  When they dematerialized, Hayden turned to Christa and the twins. From the corner of his eye, he saw Tanner walking toward their temporary house. “Did you want some time...”

  Christa lifted her chin and straightened her spine, but he could sense her hesitation. Confusion and pain rolled off her. “I’m not ready to talk to him right now.”

  He gave a short nod and lifted a brow to the twins. He wasn’t surprised when Bryce was the one to speak. “Whatever is in there is not our father. We have nothing to say to him.”

  The teen male grabbed his sister’s hand and dragged her away. Brenna sent an apologetic look to him and Christa and mouthed, “I’ll talk to him.” By him she meant her brother.

  Silence filled the small space between him and Christa once they were alone. He studied her, making her fidget as she stood there. Beside him Gina cleared her throat and asked, “May I be excused?”

  The question shocked him, making him draw back and break his focus on his mate. Turning to face Gina, he raised a hand, palm up, an offering of trust among shifters. Confusion skirted across her features. She drew her brows together and peered at his empty hand then at his face, not meeting his eyes.

  Hayden set his jaw and mentally counted backward from one hundred. After a moment, he tried to soften his features and offered the female a small smile. “Place your hand in mine. Please.”

  The sharp scent of fear arched off the female, and he silently cursed. What the hell had she been through? He was about step closer and draw Gina into a hug, like he’d done with so many tormented and scared submissives right after the attacks on MoonRiver’s den. The instant contact from a packmate had helped them clear the dark cloud of fear that consumed so many of them.

  Before he moved closer to Gina, Christa cupped the female’s hand in between hers. “When a dominant offers his hand, he or she is asking for your trust.” Christa tugged Gina’s hand to his so it hovered above it. “You have to decide if you can accept that trust.”

  Hayden met Christa’s gaze as she stepped back to allow Gina space to decide. Christa surprised him every minute. The more he was around her, the more he saw her strengths and her weaknesses. She was a remarkable woman.

  And she was his.

  The warm, soft weight of Gina’s palm touching his drew his attention back to the female. He closed his fingers around her hand and covered it with his other. Her features appeared to be a mix between a feline and a wolf. Her nose and mouth stuck out like a snout, but not as far as a wolf’s would. She had no facial hair like other mutants did or the extra-long fangs.

  He focused on her golden-brown eyes and tried to get the animal half he felt to react to him. Yet, nothing happened. Oh, Gina started to fidget, and her eyes held a hint of wild fear in them, but her inner beast didn’t
rise up to meet his challenge.

  Interesting.

  Even the wildest of mutants was lost to their animals. It was what made them the ultimate assassins. The beast was in full control, all humanity forgotten or destroyed by the brutal conditioning they must had gone through during training.

  It was definitely something to discuss with Sasha and Dani—the Pack Healers—to get their opinions on. After all, they knew more about this shit than he did.

  “What animal combinations did they use on you?”

  Gina tugged at her hand, and Hayden let it go. The female was not used to touch. Well, a gentle touch that was. Hayden had seen it in too many females over the decades.

  His wolf growled at the thought, and Hayden had to agree.

  Onyx was going to pay for every hurt, every destruction that even hinted at their involvement.

  “I found tiger and wolf DNA in my blood. It was an odd mix and so fused together that I couldn’t determine which one was my natural animal gene before I was discovered.” Gina snapped her attention to a bird that landed on a chunk of a nearby building.

  Ah, there it was. The tiger reflex to pounce. So she wasn’t complete out of touch with her animal half. Yet, they didn’t respond to him.

  “Gina.” He spoke softly so he didn’t spook her. When she met his gaze briefly, he asked, “Do you feel your animal spirits inside you?”

  She drew her brows together. “What do you mean?”

  “It sounds crazy when it’s spoken out loud. But do you hear another voice in your head? Do you feel another soul inside you?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think so. I have certain instincts that I didn’t before, but that’s it.”

  He opened his mouth to ask another question but stopped when Christa placed a hand on his arm. Taking Christa’s hand in his, he brought it to his lips. Her intake of breath and the way her heart rate sped up made him smile.

  Christa jerked her hand from his and stepped out of his reach. His wolf growled at the absence of her touch. Deciding to settle the distance between then later, in private, he returned his attention to Gina, who tried her best not to watch the exchange between him and Christa. The slight blush in the female mutant’s cheeks told him she was a little uncomfortable with the PDA.

  Hayden scanned the area more out of instinct than anything. Being a born Alpha and working as a Marshal for most his adult life, he was always on the alert. Now he had one more reason to keep watch. “Gina, you are welcome to the little food we have. We’ll come get you in the morning when we’re ready to leave. If you hear anything that remotely sounds like a search party, come get me. We’re in the large house closest to the entrance of the den.”

  She nodded. “Thank you. I will.”

  Christa gave Gina a wave and turned to leave. Hayden offered the female a short nod right before he stalked after his mate.

  If she thought she was going to get away from him, she was mistaken—her second mistake. Her first mistake had been walking away from him because, to the wolf, she’d just challenged him to chase her. When he caught her, he was going to have her naked and in his bed.

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  Christa rounded the corner and darted behind a pile of destroyed building. Once she was out of Hayden’s sight, she ran. She wasn’t sure where she was going. All she knew was she needed to run. Needed to get away from the den, from Gina, from Rick, and, most of all, from the wolf that made her burn from within.

  Damn she was a wreck.

  Her emotions were too close to the surface. Memories rose to show the ugly images and the pain she’d buried long ago.

  Hayden had seen that pain. She could no longer hide from it.

  She stopped when she reached the stream where she’d had lunch with Hayden earlier that day. Peering into the water, she tried to remember where her life had taken a plunge into the crapper.

  A snap of a twig had her spinning around into a defensive stance. Some of the tension loosened in her muscles as she stared into Hayden’s green eyes, eyes that glowed, indicating the wolf was close to the surface.

  He stepped toward her, and she planted her feet, not daring to move. If she ran now, he’d chase her down. She didn’t want to know what he would do when he caught her.

  Oh, she could guess by the way he prowled toward with a hunger in his eyes she’d never seen in any man.

  The mating thing.

  It had to be it. Shit.

  “Hayden?”

  A crooked grin was his reply before he stopped inches from her, looped one arm around her, and pulled her against his body, hard. Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue pushing through the seam of her lips. One of his hands glided up her back and into her hair, where he fisted a handful and pulled just enough to bring her into submission.

  God, he tasted too good, like bittersweet chocolate.

  He walked her backward until he had her pinned to the trunk of a large tree. Her skin felt as though it were on fire. Every inch of her was too sensitive, her body too aware of the dominating male who held her trapped.

  In that moment she was too tired to fight. She wanted him like she’d wanted no one before. He ignited a need deep inside she couldn’t deny.

  He broke the kiss and held her gaze for a brief moment. “I can’t hold back any longer.”

  And she could fight the pull to him anymore. Breathless, she offered him a crooked smile and said, “Then don’t.”

  She nipped at his lip, drawing a sensual smile from him. Her breath hitched at the sight. He was gorgeous when he smiled.

  Hayden dipped his head to place a kiss on her jaw then her neck and down. When he reached the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, he bit down. She cried out and fisted a hand in his hair. She felt her panties go damp as her pussy throbbed, needing his touch.

  She moved against him. “Hayden.”

  He growled softly and claimed her lips again as he unfastened her jeans. Breaking the kiss, he slid the denim down her legs, taking her panties with them.

  She raised a foot to free one leg from the jeans. When she went to set it down, he gripped her ankle and draped it over his shoulder. Christa stopped breathing for a moment as she peered down into his green eyes. She held his gaze as he inched closer, taking his sweet-ass time. Anticipation coiled in her belly and made the need to have him touch her, pet her, unbearable.

  Patience wasn’t her strong suit, and this slow torture Hayden was putting her through was going to break her.

  He kissed her thigh. She shuttered and closed her eyes. If he didn’t hurry the fuck up...

  She cried out again when Hayden’s tongue swiped across her clit. He licked her a few more times before covering her pussy with his mouth and sucking.

  Her legs felt weak and jelly-like, but she didn’t dare move. The pleasure that ran though her body like a wildfire overrode her senses and built until she was panting and shuddering under his touch.

  God, it was as though her body starved for this man.

  He slid two fingers inside her, and she fell over the edge. The orgasm shook through her, hard.

  Hayden stood, still stroking her pussy while he undid his pants. He covered her mouth with his and slid his tongue into her mouth. She twisted her tongue around his in an erotic dance. Her body heated, raising the desire even higher than the first time Hayden kissed her.

  When he removed his hand, she almost whimpered from the absence of his touch. Her disappointment was short-lived.

  He lifted her legs while pressing her back into the trunk and thrust inside her. She gasped at the sudden invasion. Pain quickly turned into pleasure as he thrust in and out hard and fast.

  She wasn’t a virgin, but he was thick, and it’d been a long time. He stretched her impossibly wide. Digging her nails into his back, she rode the wave of another orgasm until they both screamed in release.

  Chapter 12

  Cameron was about to be ambushed. She saw it in their eyes.

  Her mates stalked through the front door of
her father-in-law’s home and headed straight for her. She set down the glass of milk and turned toward the back patio, knowing they’d follow. The hard stares said they were determined. She’d expected it, but at least thought she’d have more time to come to terms with it than this.

  Stepping out onto the screened-in porch, she peered around the area and was relieved that no one was there. She drew in the cooling early autumn air and braced herself.

  She knew she couldn’t avoid them for long, but she was scared. Blaine and Graham were too in-tune with her. They’d know something was wrong.

  “Cameron,” Blaine growled from the door at her back.

  She closed her eyes and remained planted where she stood, allowing them to come to her. Graham was the first to approach her. He stopped inches from her and ran a hand through her hair, starting at the scalp and moving to the ends, where he moved it to the side to press a kiss on her neck. She heard him inhale deeply, and her heart raced.

  Fuck. Why was she so scared of this?

  She should be happy, overjoyed in fact. Yet, that creature of doubt hung around her heart and squeezed. What if she couldn’t carry the cub to term? What if she could never...

  “Cam,” Graham cooed. He could sense her sadness through the mating bond, as could Blaine, who picked her up and cradled her to his chest.

  She felt Blaine lower them down into the sofa. Graham sat beside them and took her hand in his.

  Blaine kissed her forehead. “We know your secret, Cam. We’ve known for weeks.”

  She gave a half-hearted smile. It was just like Blaine to make her say it out loud, even though he already knew. It was why he’d tried to hunt her down all day. She suspected Hayden had called him.

  Damn male. She knew Hayden had scented the change in her at Hunter Ridge. As Blaine’s best friend, Hayden wouldn’t withhold something this important from him.

  She took a deep, shaky breath before whispering, “I’m pregnant.”

  The burst of joy filled the mating bond from both of her mates. Blaine squeezed her gently while Graham hugged both of them. Blaine shifted her to the couch so she was sandwiched between them.