A Bride For a Werewolf

by Rachel E Rice

  But Liam was willing to agree to anything to make love to the little snow leopard.

  “I followed my cousin Angela here because she said this would be a haven for shifters and whoever was here, human or shifter, would know who we are and not judge us.”

  “I don’t judge you. You’re a beautiful girl, I mean shifter.” Kim needed the comfort of his body. She had never felt the caress of a male human or shifter before and she craved that feeling. It could have something to do with the full moon or her need to mate. But was he the right one? She needed to be sure.

  His touch warm as he placed his hand on her hair and leaned in to kiss her. She relented and kissed him. He lay back on the folding bed and brought her small body to lay on top of his. He held her and looked into her blue eyes. Her pale skin in contrast to his.

  She met his body and she kissed a young man who had very few kisses in his young life. The feeling for both more erotic than Liam could ever describe. The kiss roused his passion and his manhood. He couldn’t control his outcry and he moaned into her mouth. She bit his lips and there was a surge of pure need and hunger spiraling through him.

  There was no controlling what he felt for her.

  The intense warmth surged through him as she sucked his tongue and their tongues mingled together. Lying on him she rocked her lower body as the kisses became more intense. She purred in his ear as she coxed him easing up until his mouth touched her nipples.

  Liam moaned with raw emotion and she gyrated over his manhood until he couldn’t take it any longer. He positioned her on her back with one hand and with the other he reached for his penis and with one jerk and jolt he entered her and let out a breath and grunt.

  The intensity of the entry into her warm body shocked her and long nails spiked and she grabbed his back and dug her nails across and down his back in a playful erotic gesture. She bit his lip as he moaned with the heat of pain and the pleasure of surprise.

  His body reacted in the most surreal way. His body was no longer his and he was drifting inside her as he reached his orgasm. She gave a large meow in his ear as she reached hers.

  When she grasped the height of her satisfaction she hissed, “I belong to you. I have mated with you and soon I will be pregnant. She lay in his arms on the cot and he held her close not sure what she meant, but willing to stay long enough to understand and learn.

  He woke the next morning curled up with his snow leopard and she was indeed pregnant but Liam didn’t know that yet.

  Chapter Twenty Seven

  “Harper I’m all alone and I think the babies are coming.”

  “Who is this?”

  “Is this Harper Samsa’s phone?”

  “Yes it is. But he’s unavailable now. This is Elisabeth and you are?” Her voice taunting Emily.

  “I’m his wife. Emily.” And Emily hung up the phone as the pain hit her. She didn’t know who else to call. Angela didn’t have a phone.

  “What are you doing still sitting here? I agreed to have dinner with you, and I can’t see anything that has changed in the last few minutes. I thought you would be gone by now,” Harper said standing at the table in the Fairmount Hotel in San Francisco.

  “You dropped your phone before you walked out on me.” She held up the phone for Harper to see. Then she placed it on the table. He reached for it and she put her hand over his and he scowled with disgust when he pull the phone away.

  “I thought we settled whatever we had to talk about then. You know we aren’t having a child together and you continue with this farce.”

  “I want you back.”

  “Well that’s your misfortune. If you need money I’ll give it to you with a stipulation. But you have to sign some papers stating that we were never intimate.”

  “But we were intimate.”

  “In your dreams, Elisabeth.”

  “Then drop me off at my parents’ home.”

  “You can take a cab because I’m leaving to be with my wife.”

  “Oh Emily. She just called and I said you were busy.”

  “You did what?” His eyes deepened and shown blood red. Harper had to compose himself. His wolf was close to revealing and tearing Elisabeth apart. Never had he been that angry with a female in his life where he would feel that way about her.

  With a coy smile, Elisabeth relaxed and sat back in the chair to finish her lunch. Harper turned and walked to the side where the valet had his car waiting.

  Shortly after Harper walked out then Elisabeth walked out and a cab was called for her.

  She wore a sly smile enjoying the pain she knew Harper was feeling about now. She watched at Harper trying Emily’s number over and over.

  Harper rang the phone once again and no answer. When he turned Elisabeth had climbed into a cab satisfied that she had upset him. The truck was driven to the side and when Harper realized that no one would answer, he climbed into his truck and took off.

  A worried Harper zoomed down the highway getting to Emily in less time. All along the way he called and still no answers.

  “Where the fuck is Liam,” he asked as he banged on the steering wheel. He tried calling his number and no one answered. As he reached twenty miles from his home he became frantic. His first thoughts were to shift and get there if something had happened to her. But the truck was faster. There wasn’t a way he could travel over one hundred miles an hour. And when he looked down it had a speed of one hundred and forty.

  He slowed the truck because it wouldn’t do any good for him to kill himself and then where would Emily be with three were-wolf sons and not a father to teach them how to live as werewolves.

  His heart raced as he neared the driveway to his ranch. Driving through the gate he saw lights on in the house. There were no cars parked out front. He drove to the front door turned off the motor and hopped out.

  The door wasn’t locked and he swung the door open. He yelled for Emily. “Emily. Emily. Where are you?” He took to the stairs two steps at a time. Rounded the corner to their bedroom. He opened the door with a bang. She wasn’t there. He stood staring at the bed. No one had slept there. There was silence all through the house except for the sounds he heard on the outside.

  Maybe she fell in the yard. He rushed down the stairs and through the entrance to the kitchen and then outside and he didn’t stop running until he reached the small hospital. He heard the sound of someone talking. It was Emily.

  His steps slow and measured he walked like a ghost to the room where he heard her voice. She was lying in bed and with her she held his three sons.

  “Where is everyone? You’re all alone here, Emily?” He said breathless.

  “No. I’m not alone. I’m here with your sons. And as you can see we are all doing fine,” her voice shaky but strong. Harper sank in the chair near the bed. Then jumped to his feet.

  “They are all for me.” And he reached and took all three and held them in his large hands.”

  “They appear to be so small.”

  “Angela says they start out very small but that changes very fast. She just didn’t say that I would have these babies this soon. I wasn’t expecting this. I don’t have the nursery ready yet.”

  “I’m sure they won’t need the nursery for long.”

  “But it’s nice to have it,” Emily said.

  “Where is everyone?”

  “The cook you hired to prepare my food, she and her daughter helped me deliver your sons. Isn’t that great.”

  “I mean, where is your doctor? Where is Liam?”

  “He met this shifter and I haven’t seen him in a day or two.” Harper glanced around and placed the babies near Emily. I have to get a nurse here.”

  “That’s taken care of. The cook’s daughter is a nurse and she’s coming back in a few. She just left to take her mother home. They have a long drive and I think they should stay with us until you build those apartments you were talking about,” Emily said looking to Harper.

  “You’re right, Emily. And I’m sorry about
Elisabeth.”

  “I’m too happy to talk about her. I’m sure she did that on purpose. I know her better than you.” Harper leaned over Emily and kissed her. He kissed his sons. Happiness filled his life and he wouldn’t let anyone take his joy from him especially Elisabeth. And he knew Emily felt the same.

  “I’ve named the first one. I call him Wilder. He’s my strong one. The leader because he wanted to come first. And the last one is my easy calm one. I call him Drayton. And you can name the one that is biting and kicking. What will you call him?” Emily said looking up at Harper who smiled.

  He looked at the middle one and placed his large finger in his small hand and he smiled at Harper or it looked like a smile. He’s going to be trouble. I’ll call him Lycell.”

  “Why,” Emily said.

  “No particular reason.”

  Chapter Twenty Eight

  As the three young werewolves grew and became teenagers, Harper was growing with them. He had built them a town with schools, department stores, and a hospital. He brought in doctors and teachers from California to New York to give the children and his werewolf pups the best education they could get outside of Samsaville. And Emily would be a teacher to them as well.

  Teaching them how to live in the world of humans. Another lesson they would need in order to exist in a world of men.

  Michael handed each new resident to Samsaville a contract. It was a nondisclosure and binding. Along with the agreement to never mention that the town was a haven to all werewolves and humans who wanted to live by the shifter laws, Harper had imposed on the inhabitants of the town, as well as being responsible citizens, they were given a substantial salary with housing to live and work in Samsaville for as long as they wanted.

  After Harper discovered Liam was no longer a threat to him, he and Liam became friends. After all they were the same age.

  “Liam. I have to take my sons out to teach them to become what they are. They are hunters and they are men. They know how to be men. They don’t know how to be werewolves. I want you and your wife to look after Emily while I’m gone. When school is out for the summer, we will head north to Canada and Alaska. I hear there are shifters there who may be interested in forming an alliance with me.”

  “We can see to Emily. I’ve never been as happy as I have been since I met Kim. Maybe we’ll go into San Francisco. Kim has never seen the place. My sons are becoming yearlings and I need your assistance. But it can wait until you return. If they were old enough I would send them with you.”

  “Maybe next time. Emily wants to check on her father and she’s excited about just seeing how much the city has changed in two years.” Harper glanced at his watch. “I have a meeting at the high school.”

  “Who is it this time?”

  “Do you have to ask? It’s Lycell as usual.”

  Liam saw the pain on Harper’s face. “I won’t keep you.”

  When Harper walked into the principal’s office, Wilder and Drayton were sitting on the outside looking at Lycell through the glass walls. Lycell was sitting in a corner behind closed doors away from the others.

  “What’s this about?”

  “I don’t know father?” Drayton said standing when his father entered. Wilder glanced up and didn’t answer, however, Wilder eyes told it all to Harper. It had to do with a female. And the female was the principal’s daughter.

  Harper walked into the office without knocking. “You aren’t supposed to question my sons and have them assemble and sit outside your office as if they all were suspects to be rounded up.” Harper looked to Lycell sitting with a smirk on his face.

  “Mr. Samsa will you sit down. I have to explain to you why I have Lycell here and the other two outside.” Harper stood.

  “Lycell has been dating my daughter.”

  “Yes, she is a pretty girl. Has he been respectful of her?”

  “Why yes.”

  “Has he shown you respect?”

  “Of course.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  “He’s been visiting her in the middle of the night.” Harper turned to Lycell with a jerk of his body.

  “I just wanted to watch her sleep. She’s beautiful when she sleeping.”

  “Can you see what I’m talking about, Mr. Samsa? That’s just not appropriate. She woke up and he was sitting in her room. When I heard moaning and groaning you can see why I burst into the room.”

  “And were they doing anything?”

  “We were just kissing, father,” Lycell interrupted.

  “Do not interrupt me or Mr. Kiser,” Harper said with a closed smile and steel in his eyes.

  “I don’t think they were doing anything, but I can’t have him jumping in my daughter’s window at night. I want her to finish high school and the way things are going that may never happen. She could come up pregnant.”

  “I see your point, but I don’t understand why you have my two other boys sitting out there.”

  “Because they wouldn’t let Lycell come to my office without them. That is unusual but then when they are in the same classes it makes for a difficult time for me as well as any teacher who has to teach them.

  “For example in biology class, the teacher was explaining the anatomy of a young man their age, and he showed the reproductive organs of a man. Lycell argued that this wasn’t in every case the penis had to be of a certain size. When the teacher stated he had never seen one that would be larger than the standard size, Lycell offered to show his as an example to the class, and not everyone had a standard size penis.”

  “One size doesn’t fit all is what I said,” Lycell said as Harper swung a sour look at him.

  Harper sat down and glanced at Lycell. Lycell hunched his shoulder because everything the principal said was true. “I just wanted to show him that his claims weren’t true,” Lycell said.

  “Couldn’t you let him assume what he wanted?”

  “He was saying this as if it was a fact and mother always said that if you could prove a fact is not a fact, you have a right to prove it, and I was just trying to prove that not all penis were not the same by showing him.”

  “And the class,” the principal exclaimed.

  “Wilder and Drayton were willing to demonstrate what the teacher had said wasn’t a fact,” Lycell said.

  “Do you see why I have all three of them in my office?”

  “Somewhat.” He stood and tapped Lycell on the shoulder and Lycell stood as well. “Go out and sit with your brother’s.” Lycell turned and walked out of the room and closed the door behind.

  It didn’t matter if the door was closed they could hear the conversation. “I understand what you have to deal with but these are my sons and this is my town. I gave jobs to everyone because of my sons not in spite of them. I will handle the situation about your daughter. There will be no more visits to your daughter’s room at night or any other time.”

  Wilder, Lycell, and Drayton saw their father shake hands and then Harper turned leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

  Harper stood in front of them with a gray look.

  “Go to class but I want to see all of you in my library after school.”

  They glanced at each other and walked back to class. When class was over, they rode home in their trucks. They climbed out in a somber mood.

  “We have a football game coming up. Now what, Lycell? Are you trying to get us benched?” Wilder said looking at Lycell who stood already six feet. Just an inch shy of Wilder with Drayton the tallest of the three.

  “I didn’t show the class my cock. Although the girls were dying to get a peek at it.”

  “Yeah because that’s all you talk about in class,” Drayton said leaning on the door of his truck and delaying the inevitable—learning what his father had in store for them.

  “I’m bored. We’re all bored. Mother taught us about our bodies and all that other human shit we need to know about. When we tested and we are well above our age and grade level. I could get m
y PhD if I wanted.”

  “PhD in stupidity and arrogance,” Wilder said. “You can’t be sneaking out of the house during the full moon and we aren’t going to cover for you anymore. Father knows about it and he is going to blame us, all of us if you do it again.”

  “You’re just accusing me because you don’t have the balls to roam around and see what the world is like outside of Samsaville. I’ll have you know I don’t just visit the principal’s daughter, she just happens to be the one I haven’t fucked yet,” Lycell said.

  Wilder let out a hard breath through his teeth. “You’re impossible.” And he strutted to the house with Drayton following behind him. Lycell tucked his hands into his jeans and reluctantly entered through the kitchen.

  “I’m hungry,” he said to the cook.

  “You have to see your father first. He said not to put out your food until he’s done talking to all of you.” Lycell touched a piece of Salmon and the cook slapped his hand. He glanced at her with a grieved look with the sides of his mouth turned downward.

  She knew his look as well as the rest and she didn’t soften to it. Lycell had been a handful since he was a pup with his mischievous behavior. It was time someone stopped him before he became a yearling and out of control where no one would be able to reign in his outrageous antics, she thought.

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  Stepping into the library, Lycell glanced at his father, Wilder and Drayton sitting across from him. “Sit Lycell,” Harper said. He waited to give Lycell time to enter the room. Harper wore a stern look on his face. He wasn’t smiling with them as he usually do. He sat with his leg crossed and his fist under his chin.

  Wilder and Drayton looked to Lycell. They never could tell what he would do. He always defied authority, but he wouldn’t this time. He sat in a chair close to his father but away from Wilder and Lycell.

  “You and your brother’s are becoming yearlings and you have a choice. You can remain here with me and your mother or you can go on your own and organize your own pack. You don’t have to decide now.” He watched at them for a reaction.