Desired by Alpha Bear

by Sarah J. Stone

  “I can't believe we are finally free of him,” Cole said as they walked. “Although, it is just like him to come back uninvited.”

  “He won't come back,” Rosa assured him. “Not with the four of us here. Even if the Other spits him out again, it won't be hard. Your rule,” she turned to Peter, “is secure.”

  “For now,” Peter said, with a soft smile. “No rule is ever secure. But I think mine is as safe as it can be.”

  “I want to thank you all for not throwing me in with him,” Thomas suddenly spoke up.

  “And how will you repay us, Thomas?” Yvette turned to him, a small smile on her face. She knew that there was good in him, deep down. Thomas only wanted a life where he was treated well; where he could be himself. He had never meant to hurt them. He only wanted to be free, and now he was.

  Thomas surprised them by getting down on one knee, his head bowed.

  “I promise you, I shall be your loyal servant. In anything that you need.”

  “Mm,” Peter said, hugging his queen. “Since you did provide us such information, perhaps I can trust you again. In a position closer to the palace.”

  “What?” Thomas' head shot up.

  “Yes,” Peter mused, looking to Yvette. “Perhaps you would like to resume your post as a warrior in my army.”

  “My Lord,” Thomas sputtered. “I would be honored.”

  “Excellent,” Peter said. “Then rise. You shall return to your position as a lieutenant in the army.”

  “Thank you,” Thomas said, rising.

  Yvette and Enya had kept their promise, and they proudly handed Charity back to Rosa, safe and sound.

  “Thank you,” she said, and Enya smiled.

  “I have a feeling that we have a lot more to thank you for.”

  The moment that Charity was put back in her arms was the happiest moment in Rosa's life. She felt complete as she turned to Nicholas.

  “We will make this world a beautiful place for her,” he said, as the others gave them a moment to be reunited with their child. “A beautiful place that she can rule over, with a fair and just hand.”

  “I just want her to be happy,” Rosa said. “And free.”

  Nicholas kissed his wife's head. “I will always give her those things, no matter what our position in this world.”

  The others came forward then to revel in the newest heir to the throne. Nicholas convinced Rosa to let her go for another moment, drawing his wife into his arms.

  “Well,” he said, “when she grows up, we can tell her quite an entertaining story about her birth.”

  “Not a story most children want to hear,” Rosa rubbed her nose against his. “But I think in this case, we can make an exception.”

  “She and her siblings will have quite the experience,” Nicholas grinned. Rosa choked.

  “Sorry, her siblings?” she asked. “Nicholas, she's not a day old.”

  “Well,” he replied. “We better start planning at the very least. I want so many that the throne room will be full.”

  She chuckled, leaning in to kiss him. She didn't know what the future held. She was sure there would be more challenges. They might even see Richard again, if they were so unlucky. But whatever the future brought, she knew they would be able to stand tall and face it together. Together, with Charity between them, they could do anything they set their hearts to, for love could conquer all.

  ***THE END***

  Spencer (Bonus)

  Dragons of Umora Book 5

  Sarah J. Stone

  Chapter 1

  “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  He always knew her, even when he felt lost. There were the physical signs: the eyes that were blue and green, the dimple that appeared on her chin. But more than that, it was a certain feeling that he got when he was around her. His heart beat faster, his chest felt tight, and his world felt complete.

  Spencer always knew Katianna, even when she had been dead for years. Even when he was in dragon form, his thoughts muddled, and she was a small human below him, he knew the love of his life. And now, he knew that she had reincarnated for the fourth time by his side, the only creature in the world who could do so. How she did it was beyond him, and beyond her, because each time he found her again, he had to remind her of who she was, and who she loved. Dragons had an unusually long life span, and although his years were reaching one hundred, it didn't affect his physical well-being or his mind. In his mind, he was as spry and as in love with her as the day he first saw her.

  Spencer was a dragon shifter lord. Once upon a time, his family had controlled the dragon throne on Umora at the top of the universe. It was generations ago, though, and he was happy to just be close to the throne and able to live a life of luxury. The family in charge of the throne now were four princes – brothers that he knew well. They were a kind, compassionate group, and he enjoyed seeing them often. He had been away from Umora for years, though, since the old, tyrannical King Richard had died and his oldest son, Peter, had taken over. As with most things in the dragon world, though, it was more complicated than a simple succession. Peter had also died, but the veil between the Other, their heaven, had dropped, bringing back some of those supernatural creatures who had died, including Peter, and eventually Richard.

  Last he heard, though, they had destroyed Richard, letting Peter rule with a clear and just heart. Spencer was glad to hear of peace, at last, on Umora. He did intend to return now that things were safe, and he intended to bring Katianna with him. That was, as soon as he convinced her of who she was.

  The students started flooding out of the building, and Spencer stood up, closing his suit jacket. He had been watching her for weeks now, and he was sure it was her. Aside from the fact that her eyes were mismatched and her age was right from when she had died, he just knew that the girl with the purple purse and long, brown hair was Katianna.

  In this life, her name was Bethany, and her parents owned the hotel downtown. She was attending the local community college for hotel management She had so many traits from the last time around: obedience, a quiet demeanor, and a love of the arts. Today was the day he was finally going to approach her.

  To get home, Bethany had to walk past the cemetery. Every time she did, she turned to look at it, pausing. She didn't know that a former incarnation of her was buried in there.

  She always died young, barely making it into her twenties. Sometimes, it was an accident; sometimes, it was fated. Each time, it ripped his heart out until he found her again.

  She was running the front desk of the inn today, a fact that he managed to find out by conversation. Today, he was going to book a room and speak to her.

  He had exactly one week to tell her that the universe was much bigger than school had taught her, that supernatural creatures existed, and that she was an age-old soul who had loved him before.

  Don't forget that we need you at the Council meeting, his phone beeped, and he checked it with annoyance. He also had one week to return to Umora for a summoning of the House of Lords. Nicholas, the middle brother, had taken over correspondence of the dragon lords, and he seemed to like to do it in a very modern way.

  I'll be there, Spencer texted back quickly. He didn't dare disobey his princes, even when distracted.

  The text had made him pause, and given Katianna enough time to enter the inn ahead of him. He counted to ten and then strolled in, his face neutral as she settled behind the desk, taking over for her mother.

  “Hi. Can I help you?” she said, with a smile, brushing back her hair from her eyes. She used to do that all the time, too.

  “I'm looking for a room for the night,” he said. “Do you have any vacancy?”

  “We should,” she turned to the computer, her fingers already flying. “What kind of room?”

  “Your finest,” he replied. Speaking to her again was setting his heart afire already. He had dreamed of this moment since he found her dead last time. Being back in this town made him shiver i
n memory. It was three incarnations ago, just after the Second World War. There would be no one alive to remember him now; and if they were, they surely wouldn't be taken seriously if they recognized him. He couldn't believe she had reincarnated in the same spot. “Money is no objection.”

  “I have a suite on the top floor,” she replied, looking up. “It's currently $300 for the night.”

  “That will be fine,” he said. “If you think it's your finest?”

  She laughed, and he had to smile.

  “It's great,” she said. “What's your name?”

  “Spencer St. John,” he replied, and he saw her pause. Did she recognize it? Did it alert her to a memory?

  “Sorry?” she asked. “S-t? Or S-a-i-n-t?”

  “The former,” he said, and then tried an old conversation trick. “Have we met before?”

  “I…uh…” she looked up at him. “I don't think so. Have you stayed here before?”

  “I've been to town before,” he answered. “I used to live here.”

  “Oh,” she replied, cocking her head. “That's neat. Like, how long ago?”

  “A very long time ago,” he smiled as she handed over the room key. “Thank you. Do you work here all the time?”

  “Pretty much! My parents own it,” she said with a shrug. “So, if you have any questions, you can let me know, and I should be able to answer them.”

  “I'm looking for someone to give me a tour of town, actually,” he said. “Show me the way things are now, because I feel like they are quite…different.”

  “I don't know. Things haven't really changed around here,” she gave him a small smile. “But I can do that if you want. I'm studying tourism so I was thinking of starting to give tours.”

  “That would be lovely, Katianna,” he said, and she paused.

  “Sorry, my name is Bethany.”

  He shook his head, as if he made a silly mistake.

  “Of course. Bethany,” he replied. She always had a different name, but she always came to remember her real one before it was over. “When can we arrange that? I can pay for the service, of course.”

  “Oh, um…tomorrow?” she said. “I'll see if I can get a group together from here. Around three o'clock, if you don't have plans?”

  “That's fine,” he replied, taking his room key. “I'll be looking forward to it.”

  “See you then,” she turned back to the computer and began typing. He wanted to linger so much. After all, it had been so long since he had seen her. But he knew that, especially at the start, he had to be careful.

  Spencer made his way to his room just as his phone beeped again. This time, it was Cole, the youngest dragon prince. He handled everything to do with witches and magic, seeing as he was half-witch himself.

  Earth dragon, do you know this face? Cole asked, sending over a picture. Spencer rolled his eyes. Cole had a habit of doing this when he was at a dead end, asking everyone on the planet for help.

  No, Spencer said after briefly looking at the picture. I'll be there soon enough to help you.

  Awesome, the youngest dragon prince responded, and Spencer threw his phone on his bed. He knew he had a duty to the princes, and he did plan to return to them soon enough. Hopefully, though, it would be with Katianna in tow.

  Waiting until three o'clock the next day and not constantly inventing excuses to go downstairs was a nightmare. He didn't want to go out because he knew she was in the building, and he wanted to feel close to her.

  Three o'clock felt like an eternity, but he managed to curb himself until two forty-five the next day.

  At two forty-five, she was already waiting downstairs, looking adorable in a dress that he thought could have belonged to her mother. Her style this time around was vintage, as if she was reaching for the last time she had lived.

  “Hi,” she said. “It's just us, if that's all right.”

  “Of course,” he replied. “Can I pay for the service?”

  “No, just give me a good reference if anyone calls,” she said with a smile on her face. “It's my first time, so go easy on me. But I have lived here all my life, so it shouldn't be that difficult. What would you like to see first?”

  “I'm quite a fan of history,” he replied. “Perhaps you have some historical ruins around here?”

  “History? Sure,” she said, and turned to a young man who was working the desk. “I'll be back in an hour, all right, Brian?”

  “Sure,” Brian shrugged, intent on typing. “Bye.”

  “Thanks for caring,” Katianna said, as she smiled. “Sorry. My brother. He's a jerk.”

  “You have a brother?” Spencer asked, in surprise. “You didn't used to.”

  “I'm sorry?” she asked, confused. He practically bit his tongue in frustration.

  “I mean, you didn't mention it before,” he replied. “Sorry, English isn't my first language.”

  She seemed to accept this excuse with a shrug.

  “What else do you speak?”

  He was grateful that she didn't ask his first language, because that would be difficult.

  “I can also speak Spanish,” he replied. “And French.”

  “Oh, that's lovely,” she said. “I've never been outside this town, so it's always nice to hear from travelers. This is the oldest buildings in town, by the way.”

  He was hit in the face with a memory like it was a tidal wave. She was right; it was the oldest building in town. The library once housed a military barracks, and he had a memory of standing in the doorway with her, holding her hand. It had been pouring rain, and it was the simplest moment, debating whether to wait it out.

  He missed those simple moments where they were just normal. It didn't seem fair that everyone else could walk down the street, holding the hands of their sweetheart, and he was stuck waiting for twenty-year periods. Dragons had a long life span, but they weren't immortal. Sooner or later, time would run out for them. He had no idea how many times she would be reincarnated, either. Would it continue after she was gone?

  The one person that could probably answer that question was Cole, on Umora. He was an expert on all things magic, and he enjoyed impossible problems. Spencer had been away so long that he had never brought it up. This time around, he felt an urgency, as if time was running out. He needed to reveal his secret and have his answers quickly.

  Chapter 2

  It was only a week before he felt like she was starting to remember. They were getting on as if they had known each other all their lives, which Spencer knew he just had to convince her that they had.

  She was doing so many things that he recognized: a twitch of the eye, a smile, the way she straightened her skirt.

  On the seventh day of his stay, he asked for another tour; this one of the cemetery. After the first tour, they had simply chatted at the desk, sometimes for hours or more. She was friendly and smart. He did notice that, despite her chosen profession, she seemed to be a bit more timid this time around. She could smile and give tours, but her body language was more closed off. He wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that she died so harshly the last time around; she was now afraid of things she couldn't explain.

  “The cemetery?” she said. “Sure, it's historic. I should have asked you if you wanted to see that beforehand. Is that what you do for a living?”

  “Visit cemeteries?” he asked, with a smile.

  “No. Do you work in history?” she asked as she shut down the computer. Being a family owned hotel, they had limited check in hours, and he had figured out when she could leave the desk unattended. She was so beautiful in the dying light with the sun glinting off her eyes.

  “Sometimes,” he replied. He wondered how much she had suffered for those beautiful eyes of hers in this lifetime. He thought they were enchanting, but he knew not everyone felt the same way. She had been accused of being a witch for them in one lifetime, which wasn't entirely untrue.

  “Cool, let's go,” she said as she grabbed her purse. She made sure to lock the fro
nt door behind her, knowing that any guests could just key in the code. She was much more curious in this lifetime as well, and he wondered if that was just a product of her time. In past lives, she was often obedient, submissive even. This time, she was much more independent.

  He wondered when the right time would be to tell her that he was a dragon. They had talked about everything else already. He thought it wouldn't be that much of a surprise, After all, she was born to be with him.

  The cemetery was basking in the dying sun as she pushed open the creaky old gate, looking around. There wasn't a soul in sight, just the white tombstones, some of them tumbling down.

  “Which is the older section?” he asked. It was an experiment, but she seemed to know the way.

  “This way,” she said as she led him down rows of graves. “These are all last generation, and then these here should be two generations ago.”

  “Yes, I see that,” he said, his eyes scanning the tomb stones.

  She saw it before he did: a once great grave that had tumbled. He had made sure it was grand and decorated before he had left town last time; with gilded gold paint, and wings sketched into every corner. They were dragon wings, a bit obscure, but dragon wings all the same.

  It sent a shiver down his spine to stand there at her grave, remembering how he lowered her body into it, and then seeing her standing right beside it.

  “This one is…different,” she said, crouching down. She reached her hand out, and he sucked in a breath.

  Katianna reacted like she had been shocked when she flew backward. It was like she had been hit by the same tidal wave that he knew all too well.

  “What the…” she said, softly.

  He didn't move, not wanting to frighten her.

  “What is it?” he asked softly.

  “I feel like I've been here before,” she said, turning to him. “Isn't that weird?”

  “I don't think it's weird at all,” he said. “I think we've all lived past lives.”

  Katianna said nothing for a long moment, her hands running over the name on the grave. He waited with baited breath, hopeful. She turned to him, her eyes confused.