by Amanda Clark
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Emma felt marginally better knowing Mike was on his way. They had an advantage, Brian didn’t know they were mated and able to communicate. The fear that had shot through her when Brian grabbed her had nearly paralyzed her, but she soon regained her senses and started struggling and screaming for Mike in her mind.
Whilst Brian carried her through the woods, he told her what he was going to do to her, it made her skin crawl.
The sound of his voice alone was enough, let alone him saying how he was going to fuck her pussy till she forgot the touch of any other man.
On reaching the car, another man stepped out and opened up the back door, Brian removed his hand from her mouth.
“Brian, please let me go. Why are you doing this?” Emma asked.
“Because you and that bastard Mike Cross humiliated me. The last person to do that paid the price, Marcus Wright, I killed his mate and kidnapped his six month old son and affiliated him into my pack. I made sure there were so many body parts they couldn’t tell it was just the mate, which would have made that stupid Marcus believe the boy had died too.”
Emma gasped, her thoughts racing. Not only the shock of hearing her father’s name and knowing this man had killed his mate, but that her big brother could still be alive. I have to stall a little longer, Mike said they weren’t far behind.
“How did you get on pack land without being detected? And where is the baby you took?” Emma asked.
Brian let out a laugh that churned Emma’s stomach and she started dry heaving.
“It’s surprising what you can do with a few common herbs to hide your scent, and as for that baby? He grew into that whining, snivelling waste of space you love so much. Now stop with all the questions and get in the damn car.”
At that moment a large black wolf flew out of the bushes, followed by a chestnut brown wolf of the same size. A sudden feeling of safety assailed her and Marcus’ image popped into her head. Was that her father?
Brian let go of her and shifted along with his cohort. Brian’s russet wolf and the chestnut brown one, she believed to be her father, circled each other, whilst Mike circled the other one, which was grey and black.
Emma stayed by the car, out of the way of the circling wolves. Fear for Mike and Marcus’ safety set off her nausea again and she pulled in deep breathes to calm herself. The grey and black wolf lunged for Mike and missed. Mike slipped out of the way just in time and was quick enough to bite the other wolf’s hind leg. Emma heard bones crunch and the black and grey wolf howled in agony. Mike released his hold and began circling again. Brian must have thought he would be clever and dove for Mike whilst he was focused on the other wolf, but Marcus lunged, landing on Brian’s back. He gripped his neck and dug his claws into Brian’s sides, blood poured from the wounds. Brian tried to buck Marcus off, but Marcus held on fast. Somehow in the struggle, Marcus managed to loosen his grip and turn Brian so he was belly up, his claws now tore into Brian’s abdomen, ripping him to shreds. Brian had gotten a few good swipes in and Marcus bled from several wounds, but none looked serious. Marcus lunged forward one last time and ripped Brian’s throat out. Spitting the flesh from his mouth. If a wolf was capable of expressing disgust Marcus’ fur clad figure radiated the emotion.
Meanwhile Mike had taken a few chunks out of the other wolf. It was pinned down and couldn’t move, Mike had him by the neck. He bit down, snapping the neck of his prey. Emma slumped against the car in relief. Both Mike and Marcus were safe.
Mike appeared at her side in human form, pulling her into his arms. “Are you okay? Did that scum hurt you?” he asked.
“I’m fine, a little shaken. I’m just relieved you are both okay,” Emma replied hugging Mike close. She released him and moved towards the chestnut brown wolf, who sat watching her. “You’re my father, aren’t you?”
The big wolf bowed its head before walking towards her, Emma stuck out her hand and the wolf rubbed against it. She dropped to her knees and hugged the big wolf to her, sobbing into his fur. Knowing she had a father was overwhelming. Paul and Robbie stepped out of the woods, both looked upset.
She moved to Mike, and slipped her arms around his waist, feeling sadness radiating from him.
“What’s wrong?” Emma asked.
“We found Zach and Ben in the woods, both had their necks snapped. Which would explain why he was able to get so close to the house. But there was no scent, so I’m assuming he used herbs to disguise it, the bastard. Two of my best men, good job he’s dead or I’d have ripped him to bits. Tearing his throat out was too good for him,”
Paul fumed.
Robbie hung his head, Ben was his brother.
Emma crossed to Robbie and enfolded him in her arms.
“Go home to your family and arrange Ben’s funeral. He shall be buried with the respect he deserves, he was a great guard and an honourable man, Zach’s will be held in the same manner,” Mike said, placing his hand on Robbie’s shoulder. With a kiss to Emma’s cheek and a nod to Mike, Robbie turned and disappeared into the woods.
“Get this mess cleaned up and you better inform Brian’s beta he is now the alpha. Let’s hope he does a better job than that piece of shit. I’m gonna get Em home,” Mike said to Paul.
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Back at the house Marcus’ shifted back to human form and dressed and Emma was finally able to meet her father properly. Mike had already gone upstairs to clean up and recover from the fight. Emma and Marcus needed to do the same and reluctantly agreed to take their leave and meet up later to talk.
Emma headed up to her and Mike’s room. Mike had just stepped out of the shower and was standing with just a towel around his hips, water dripped from his still wet hair and ran down his chest. Emma’s mouth watered and her pussy flooded and clenched. It amazed her how just looking at Mike made her so horny. She couldn’t stand there any longer and ran into his arms. Mike’s arms snaked around her, holding her close.
“Fuck me Mike, make me forget everything but you,” she all but pleaded before devouring his mouth.
Mike slipped his tongue into her mouth, his taste swamped her senses, and the need to have him inside her was overwhelming. He pulled back and started ripping her clothes from her body. Once naked, he threw her on the bed, following her down, he reached into the bedside cupboard and pulled out the lube. He settled between her legs, pushed a pillow under her arse, and forced her legs up over his shoulders. His mouth came down on her clit, and he sucked and nibbled like a starving man.
Emma moaned and rolled her hips, riding his face, it felt exquisite, her orgasm built inside her, she felt it in her fingers and toes. She heard the lube cap snap open and she moaned louder, that sound alone nearly put her over the edge. Her stomach rolled with anticipation, she wondered if now was the time he would take her in that forbidden place. A cool finger pressed against her rosette, she relaxed and it slipped easily inside. Mike continued sucking and nibbling on her clit whilst moving his finger in and out. It was quickly followed by a second finger and he began scissoring them, stretching her, there was a slight burn, but it turned Emma on more.
The two fingers changed to three, the burn increased, they hadn’t gotten this far before, knowing this was it pushed Emma over the edge, she came, screaming Mike’s name. Mike lapped at her until she stopped moving and lay limp. He removed his fingers and came up on his knees. Grabbing the lube he coated his cock, which was ruddy and leaking pre-cum. Emma wanted to sit up and lick it like a lollypop.
“Lay still, Em, I won’t last if that talented mouth of yours is anywhere near me. Are you sure you want this, I can stop now if you want?” Mike said.
“I want you to know my every hole,” she answered, giving Mike the words he had given her.
“Okay baby, relax and let me in that tight little arse of yours,” he said.
He laid over her and positioned his cock at her rosette, slowly pushing forward. Emma relaxed and her body opened up, the head of his cock slipped inside. Mike held st
ill and she could see him fighting the urge to plunge forward. He had his eyes closed and his jaw was clenched. He opened his eyes and looked down at her.
“Are you okay, babe?” he asked,
“Yes, Mike, I need more, get in me,” Emma moaned back.
Mike chuckled and inched his way forward into her tight heat. It felt like heaven, his cock cradled tightly in her, she’d never felt so full. He pulled back and plunged forward making Emma gasp.
“I’m close, Em, I need you with me, make yourself cum,” Mike said between clenched teeth.
Emma was close again, so at Mike’s words she snaked her hand down between their bodies, dipped her fingers in her dripping pussy before coming back up and circling her clit. She knew a bit of pressure there and she would explode. But she wanted this feeling to last a little longer, the burn had turned into amazing pleasure, and it almost felt like Mike was taking her virginity, which made it even more special.
Looking up into Mike’s face, she saw his eyes were closed and his teeth gritted whilst he plunged into her time and time again. He must have sensed her watching him, because he opened his eyes and stared down at her with such love, that was the final push she needed and she cried out as she came. Mike stalled above her and she felt his cock twitch before warmth bathed her channel. Mike reached down and bit her on her mating mark, sending her into another mind blowing orgasm. When her body stopped twitching, Mike lifted up and carefully slipped out of her. He collapsed beside her on the bed and pulled her close.
“I love you so much, Em. Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he said before placing a kiss on her cheek.
Emma snuggled into him. “I promise, I will do my best to never be kidnapped again,” she laughed, snuggling closer.
Emma must have dozed off, because she awoke suddenly, sitting bolt upright in bed. Mike was there with his arms around her.
“What’s wrong, Em?” he asked.
“Shit, I forgot Brian said he had killed Marcus’s mate, but had taken his son, placing him in his own pack. I’ve got to tell Marcus his son is alive,” she said.
Emma scrambled out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, turning on the shower. She hopped from one leg to the other in her impatience. Mike came in the bathroom and stalled her movements.
“Are you sure that’s what he said, Em? We don’t want to build Marcus’s hopes up if it’s not true.”
“I know what he said, Mike. I would never feed Marcus false information, Brian said he affiliated him into his pack therefore severing the connection to Marcus. Which made Marcus believe he was dead. I asked who he was and he said ‘he grew into that whining, snivelling waste of space you love so much’, who could it be Mike?”
Emma said.
Recognition flared in Mike’s eyes before he replied. ”Who’s the only person besides me that you love?”
“Holy shit,” was all Emma could say when realisation dawned.
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After showering and dressing, Mike and Emma headed downstairs to find Marcus. They found him drinking coffee in the kitchen with Grams and Paul.
“Good news, Emma. Scott phoned, Craig has woken up, shifted and is now sleeping peacefully. That is after asking Scott to kiss his boo boos and everything in between. Scott has his hands full with that one,” Paul said laughing.
Emma laughed and felt like everything was going to be okay, for the first time in months.
“Dad, we need to talk. I believe Brian told me something today that you’re going to want to hear,” Emma said.
“Okay, Emma, sit down because I’ve things to explain, too. Can I start?” Marcus replied.
They sat down and Marcus began by telling them about his history with Brian Roads and how eighty years ago, he and Brian fought for the position of alpha of the York pack. Because of the way Brian acted upon losing the challenge, telling Marcus it was only a matter of time before the pack was his, Marcus banished him from the pack. Normally the loser would have taken the beta position, but Brian was untrustworthy and Marcus believed he would hinder, rather than benefit the pack. Two days later the remains of Marcus’s mate and six month old son Riley, were found. Marcus believed this was Brian’s doing, but the council said there was no proof. There was no other scents on the remains, so there was nothing to connect Brian to the crime. He couldn’t by law, do anything, so he began to pick up the pieces of his life and run his pack, even though all he really wanted was to join his family in death.
Then twenty-six years ago he met Rose Brody. He went out with her a couple of times, he knew she wasn’t his mate, but he cared about her. He was called away on pack business. A dispute between two packs vying for the same land to expand. In these circumstances the council would send in impartial alphas to gather information and help the council decide who gained the land. The dispute was between Brian Roads’ St James pack and the Regent pack. The council finally decreed the land in question should go to the Regent pack. But with all things political, it took months to sort out.
When he returned to see Rose, she was eight months pregnant with Emma. He decided he couldn’t risk bringing Rose into his pack. Brian had missed out again and Marcus knew the blame wouldn’t fall far from his door. So, he returned home to his pack for a few weeks to keep a low profile. He explained to Rose without giving away too much, that his work was dangerous and he couldn’t risk bringing her and the baby into it, but he would always provide for them and visit when he could. Rose was happy with the arrangement. She didn’t want to be tied down, as she called it. A week later, Marcus returned to visit and found Rose in labor. He rush her to the hospital, but due to complications, Rose died moments after Emma’s birth. So Marcus took Emma to a children’s home and placed her in their care. He explained how he watched over her as she grew up and how he had wished more than anything that things could be different, but he wasn’t risking another child. He couldn’t have gone on if he had lost Emma too.
Emma reached over and squeezed his hand. The tears in her eyes shone in the kitchen lights and she took a deep breath before speaking.
“I believe your son is alive. Brian bragged to me about killing your mate and leading you to believe your son died, too. But he really took him and affiliated him into the St James pack, therefore severing your connection.
When I asked who he was, he said the only person I cared about. This person doesn’t know what happened, he always wished he had different parents. The ones he had weren’t nice people. He hasn’t spoken to them in years. After realising who he was, I checked your file and looked at your mate’s photo, I printed it off along with this one of your son,” Emma said, pulling two photos out of her back pocket and placing them on the table.
Two sets of the same brilliant blue eyes stared back and two identical smiles grinned up at Marcus.
“Who is he?” Marcus asked whilst running his thumb over the photos.
“He is called Craig, he is my best friend,” Emma replied.
Epilogue
Three weeks later Emma sat impatiently waiting for Craig and Scott to arrive. They had decided to wait and tell Craig about Marcus when he arrived. Emma rubbed her hand over her belly, wishing the nausea would settle, but she knew it would be a while before it did, probably a few months. She had only just found out that morning, than ks to a home pregnancy test. She planned to tell Mike this evening. Emma knew he would be as thrilled as she was. But, getting Craig settled in and telling him about Marcus would have to come first.
A DNA test to confirm Craig was her brother and Marcus’ son would be performed, but after seeing the photo of Marcus’ mate, it was a foregone conclusion. Emma was so excited. She had gained a mate, a dad, two brothers, a cousin and a grandmother, all in a few short weeks. And now, in a few months, a baby. Life had taken a turn for the better when Emma met her Alpha.
*The End*
About the Author
Amanda was born in Colchester but now lives on the edge of the Lake District and the border of Scotland. She lives wit
h her hubby of fourteen years and her youngest son. They have a mini zoo of animals to keep them busy, dogs, cats, ferrets and reptiles.
When she isn’t writing or spending time with her family she can be found curled up reading.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Epilogue
