Kane (Alexander Shifter Brothers Book 1)

by Selina Coffey

  Kaia’s eyes widened as she realized she was now a princess, a real princess! She wanted to shake with laughter! Being a princess was never something she’d considered but now that she was one, well, she wanted to squeal in joy!

  “Unless you don’t wish to be mated? We can undo that here, if you so desire.” The king looked at Zed with a blank stare, not wishing to influence his decision.

  “Of course not! I am happy with Kaia. Happier than I’ve ever been in my life. I’d never wish to be parted from her!” Zed protested immediately and the tense feeling around Kaia’s heart eased.

  “Good, that’s settled then. You’ll be given your own transport device. We do ask that you come home twice a year; at least, to learn about your home and to learn your duties on Earth, as you have chosen to stay there. We are not an invading species, we are not looking to take over Earth. We are more like librarians, cataloguing the populations of the universe, and exploring their societies to learn about them.” The kings words trailed off as the food was brought in by droids and they all began to eat.

  The situation had turned out much better than Kaia could have ever imagined and later that night, staring up at the two pink moons of Talerion as Zed’s hands trailed over her flesh Kaia wondered where they’d be in a year. It was possible they could be here. As he moved under the covers, his mouth finding her dark red nipples to tease her, Kaia lost her train of thought and gasped.

  “Oh Zed, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” She murmured encouragement, her desire growing.

  “Never, my love, never.” He promised as he trailed kisses down her stomach, then lower.

  His fingers found her first, teasing her outer lips before sliding between their depths. She gasped as his finger slid into her as his tongue found her throbbing clit. Her hips arched and she cried out in pleasure. Zed sucked at the bud and teased her with another finger.

  Kaia cried out once more as his fingers plunged into her depths, her body rocking with him. Her fingers found her nipples and she teased the sensitive flesh into tight peaks as he worked her from below. Kaia’s cries increased as she felt the passion growing, the warm liquid feeling moving throughout her body as she writhed on his fingers.

  Kaia wasn’t sure but she thought she was pleading with him, begging him to fuck her but her blood was singing in her ears and she couldn’t hear. She could only feel as the tension built, Zed’s fingers exploring lower with his other hand. When his thumb found the secret bud between the globes of her ass Kaia’s world exploded, the tension releasing as waves of pleasurable spasms rocked her muscles.

  From the bottom up her body reacted, her abdominal muscles rolling as her back arched and the air was forced from her lungs. Her head flew back as her feet dug into the bed and her hips arched up to meet Zed’s face. She was coming harder than she’d ever come in her life and she never wanted the feeling to end. There was serenity here unlike anything she’d ever known.

  “Oh that was a good one.” Zed growled in satisfaction before he crawled to lie beside of her.

  Kaia took a moment or two before she replied, her mind not wanting to cooperate.

  “Yes, it was. Prepare yourself buddy, I’m going to attempt the same for you.” Kaia pushed herself up from the bed and bent between Zed’s knees.

  She took his cock in her hand, sliding her fingers up and down the rigid flesh. Zed gasped as her red lips parted and she took him into her wet mouth. She felt her spit slicking his cock and hummed happily as her mouth slid up and down his shaft. Zed gasped again and buried his hands in her hair.

  “Fuck, Kaia. Suck it harder baby.” He urged, her delicate touch not enough but almost too much.

  She sucked at his cock harder, slurping up the slick prick before sliding back down again. She took him deep into her throat, opening her mouth wide and Zed moaned as his hips began to thrust into her mouth, sliding in and out of her mouth in a rapid pace.

  He stopped suddenly and pulled her to him. His mouth found hers as she straddled him, his cock finding its home inside of her.

  “I need to fuck you.” He whispered into her ear, licking her earlobe before biting at her neck.

  They rocked together once more, their bodies moving together, squeezing and plunging in unison. Kaia sat up, grinding down into her mate as her pussy pulsed, almost masturbating him internally as her body spasmed, drawing him into that serene world only they could create for each other. They floated in peace for a long time before crashing back to reality.

  Kaia was almost asleep on top of him, her eyes closed and her breathing even, when Zed spoke from the darkness.

  “Kaia?”

  “Hmmm?”

  “What do you shift into?” He asked finally. She thought he’d fallen asleep as she could have sworn he’d been snoring.

  She jumped up for a moment and looked at him. With a twisting motion Kaia shifted and before Zed there now stood a white bear unlike any Zed had seen before. Not a polar bear at all, Kaia still had black lips, eyelids, and nose. But her eyes were blue, a lighter blue than Kaia’s human eyes, and the tips of her fur were a dark blue that faded into white as it came closer to her skin. She was stunning, beautiful, and proud. And she was his. Zed held his arms out and then he was a tall black bear, his light brown eyes staring deeply into Kaia’s. As bears they jumped onto the bed, transforming back into humans before they landed.

  “So you can shift?” Zed asked.

  “Yes, I can. But for obvious reasons I can’t on Earth. People would want me as a trophy with my unique coloring and shape. My head is slightly different from most Earth bears and I’m slimmer than them, more muscular than fat.” She teased him with her final words.

  “I’ll show you, who’s the fat one!” Zed teased back, pulling her to him.

  Kaia squealed in laughter and tried to roll away but Zed caught her. He’d caught her long ago though, and she didn’t really want to get away.

  Epilogue

  One year later

  Singing Stones Resort

  Kaia looked over for her friends, cradling her two week old daughter to her chest as her husband brought in the girl’s twin brother. Twins! Kaia couldn’t believe it but she now had a husband and twin children. Kai Bruin and Zalia Bruin were the joy of their parents' lives.

  “Kaia, are you in here?” Kaia heard Cora calling out. Cora was cradling her own daughter in her arms as Knox and Rhys, Cora’s chosen life-partners, followed behind her.

  “I’m here!” Kaia called, smiling as the group joined her and Zed.

  Then Tessa came in, her fists digging into her back with a pained expression on her face.

  “Ladies, I think we may have to cut this short! I think my water just broke.” Tessa looked down at her wet pants and fainted but her husband, Hale, caught her.

  “I’ll get the car!” Zed called out.

  Mayhem ensued as the men panicked and the women calmly waited for them to calm down. The women discussed the new home Kaia and Zed were building between Cora and Tessa’s cabins in the wood and how much longer it would be before they moved in. Cora related how well the men were adjusting to their new fatherhood roles and how they’d taken on the roles without arguing, anger, or recriminations. They loved their daughter, Isabella, and that was all there was to it. Tessa filled them in on the many baby items Hale had bought, going through online catalogues until the house was full and Tessa put her foot down.

  They all hugged before Tessa left, Cora and Kaia promising not to be too far behind. Cora, Rhys, and Knox left first, Kaia waiting for Zed to come in to take her and the babies to the hospital. She looked over at her husband as he drove on the now familiar path to the hospital. She’d quit her job in the city and now worked online at a university in Georgia. It kept her busy until she had the children and she took maternity leave.

  “Zed, I promised I’d never keep anything from you again so I have to tell you what the message from the ministers was this morning.”

  He took her hand and kissed it reassuringly. �
�Go on.”

  “They’ve decided to make me the instructor for our clan. I will be responsible for our clan learning about our origins and restarting the missions their ancestors abandoned.”

  “Congratulations babe! I know you wanted that position.” He looked over at her proudly.

  “I did. I want to teach our people about our species, about who we really are, and to broaden our horizons. To make the world a place where our children are accepted.”

  “You’ll do that babe. You’ve already made the world a better place.” He kissed her hand once more and Kaia smiled.

  Her other best friend was about to have her first child, she was married to her mate, and her circle of friends had expanded by four men and soon to be four children. Now she was embarking on another new journey and the world could only get better. Kaia loved her life, her friends, and her family. The city girl who’d never stepped foot into the country had found the rest of her life waited for her there. She truly could not ask for more.

  The End

  Part VI

  Bearing His Baby

  Shifter Romance

  Chapter 1

  Angel stared into the mirror, seeing a reflection far different to the one she’d had a year ago. Her nose was straight now, leaner, the bumps and crookedness gone. Her cheekbones were the same as before but without the scars that had covered them previously. Turning her face to the left, she saw her honey brown eyes surrounded by smooth skin, not the scar tissue that used to be there. Thinking back to a year ago, she remembered how the slightest touch would send an ache deep into the broken bones under her skin. Her jaw had been so broken that her face was misshapen. She could remember the blood, the pain, and the bruising that took months to go away.

  That was all gone now thanks to a charity for battered people operating out of New England called ROSE. An organization dedicated to helping people, who were victims of domestic violence, regain their self-esteem by repairing cosmetic damage to their bodies, even going so far as to repair dental injuries for these battered people. ROSE had paid for all of her surgeries and the therapy she’d needed after her husband, Michael, tried to kill her. He’d almost succeeded too.

  Angel looked in the mirror, losing focus on her eyes as her brain replayed that night in her mind. She had married Michael when she was nineteen, and totally oblivious to the ways of the world. He’d virtually kept her a prisoner, only allowing her to leave their home if he went with her. She wasn’t allowed visitors and he never brought anyone home with him. Angel wasn’t even allowed to see her father, a widower who was in frail health.

  A year into their marriage the abuse had begun, first with just a slap when she broke his favorite coffee mug, then escalating to full on assaults that saw her knocked to the floor and kicked until she screamed piteously. He broke her ribs after he found out she was pregnant. She wasn’t pregnant long around Michael. He’d kicked her until she lost both of the babies that she’d conceived.

  That final night, Michael snapped when he found out that instead of being left millions in her father’s will, Angel was only left a few hundred thousand dollars unless she divorced him. If she divorced Michael she’d get all of the money, otherwise it was going to a shelter for battered women. Michael had accused her of conspiring with her father to humiliate him, whom she hadn’t spoken to since her wedding day nine years ago. He told her that the only reason he’d married her was because of the money, that he’d always had a mistress who had his children, and that he was only waiting for the money so he could get rid of her. His verbal humiliation included telling her how useless she was, how she wasn’t any good in bed, how she disgusted him because she’d become overweight and ugly over time. Then he’d picked up the forks they’d received as wedding presents off of the kitchen table, and held her down as he used them to shred her face.

  In anger, fueled by his violence against her, Michael had beaten her until every bone in her face was shattered, and both of her arms were broken in several places. Despite Angel’s obvious need for medical care, Michael left her to visit his mistress, telling Angel that if she had any kind of decency in her she’d die before he got back so he wouldn’t have to live with her anymore. He then left her in their home, deep in the woods of Maine, to die on her own.

  Choking up blood, beyond feeling anything but pain and a desperate will to live, Angel waited for Michael to leave, waited until she couldn’t hear his truck on the gravel of their long driveway anymore. Then she slipped on her shoes, prized the door open with numb fingers, and walked out of the house and into town. She walked until someone in the street shouted when they saw Angel’s appearance. She then collapsed, waking up two weeks later in a hospital bed, covered in bandages and plaster casts.

  Angel asked for a mirror when the nurse came in to change her bandages and wept as she saw her face bloody and bruised, covered in stitches and looking misshapen. A guard stood at her door, but no visitors came. Michael was in jail; apparently she’d told the doctors that treated her when she was admitted into hospital that Michael was the one who’d assaulted her. Angel didn’t remember anything but the beating, the words Michael spoke, and every single thing he’d done to her. She remembered it every single day of her life now.

  Angel was learning to deal with it though. The newly smooth texture of her face no longer revealed the horrific scarring or damaged bones that it once had. She had a new face now, and it was much better than the one she’d had. The doctors had had to reshape her nose, jaw, and cheekbones, but the effect was attractive and not as horrifying as she thought it might be. Her old appearance; a tangled web of scars, had frightened small children and even adults. Now, now she could go out in public again without being stared at. Soon, she would be leaving the complex network of safe houses and secured buildings that she’d lived in for the last year.

  She’d asked her father’s lawyer to donate the bulk of the money that she wasn’t going to receive to ROSE, or a similar non-profit organization. Michael refused to sign the divorce papers, so she wasn’t going to get the money but she hoped she could at least influence how it was used, in that small way. The organization had kept her safe, had helped her to heal, and now Michael was in jail. She was safe but she still wasn’t prepared to return to her home. She was taking her money and heading to Mexico, far away from Michael. She knew how the justice system in America worked; he was probably out of jail already, despite being imprisoned for five years for what he’d done to her. And he’d be coming for vengeance, if the letters he sent to the house via his mistress were any indication.

  Angel put the mirror away, gathered up the few bags she had, and walked out of the room that had been her home for the last three months. She’d moved every few months, following doctors and hospitals to reclaim some of her dignity. She’d done that, and now she was going to live her life without the fear of her face making life harder. Now if she could just erase the emotional and mental scars Michael left her with, her life might be perfect.

  A year later, Angel found herself emerging from the pool at her apartment, brushing her honey brown hair out of her eyes. Her hair tended to float around her head as she swam because it only came to her chin, which she thought must make a funny picture, but the heat of Mexico demanded that she either suffer with long hair or cut it. She’d lasted three months before she took a pair of scissors to it herself and cut it all off.

  Looking around the complex in the moonlight, she couldn’t believe how unbelievably content she was. She’d come to Mexico and found an apartment for rent that was really just one big house turned into apartments. Angel still hadn’t seen anyone else in the other apartments, and that was just fine with her.

  Her bad memories were starting to fade as well now. She wasn’t tormented nightly with the night terrors that left her as immobile as she’d been that last night with Michael, terrified to even make a sound in case it set off even more violence. Feeling too petrified to even fend off his attack, as the brutality of it increased. Her dreams
were returning to a semblance of normalcy now, and she spent more time asleep at night, rather than showering to remove the sheen of sweat and fear from her body, while wishing the nightmares would wash away as easily as the sweat did. She’d even stopped thinking about suicide now; the will to live once sapped by the depression she suffered during the course of healing, surgeries, and worst of all; the night terrors that replayed the violence nightly. That depression was slowly fading now, replaced with the optimism and will to live that had gotten Angel this far.

  Angel was losing weight now, becoming fit from her swimming and bike rides into the nearest town for supplies. She was busy painting artworks of the desert area she now lived in. Her therapy was starting to work, and the self-defense classes she’d taken gave her more confidence. She still wasn’t sure she could fend off Michael in psychotic rage mode, but she had more confidence she could get away from him at least. Being small and delicate had its disadvantages, but it also meant she could be wily when cornered.

  Walking out of the pool, Angel wrapped her small frame with a towel that almost swallowed her. She was only one inch off five feet tall; towels could serve as blankets for her. Brushing aside thoughts of Michael, she looked around when she heard a noise. She didn’t have her contacts in because she was swimming, but she could see someone moving boxes into the other apartment next to hers. Curious but not wanting to disturb the new neighbor as they were moving in, she crept behind one of the trees that surrounded the pool. Squinting, she watched as a man moved a box from a truck, stepping under the porch light before stepping into the apartment.

  Angel’s breath caught in her chest, her heart pounding as her body prepared to flee in response to her fear. She couldn’t see the man well but he looked just like Michael! Oh, please, don’t let him be here now! Angel couldn’t think after seeing the man go into the apartment, she just ran into her own apartment, locking the door as the man shouted a hello to the sound of locks clicking.