First & Forever (The Crescent Chronicles Book 4)

by Alyssa Rose Ivy

  First & Forever

  the

  crescent chronicles

  Alyssa Rose Ivy

  Copyright © 2014 Alyssa Rose Ivy

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written approval of the author.

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Cover Design: Once Upon a Time Covers

  Formatting: Polgarus Studio

  Other Books by Alyssa Rose Ivy

  Flight (The Crescent Chronicles #1)

  Focus (The Crescent Chronicles #2)

  Found (The Crescent Chronicles #3)

  Soar (The Empire Chronicles #1)

  Search (The Empire Chronicles #2)

  The Hazards of Skinny Dipping (Hazards)

  The Hazards of a One Night Stand (Hazards)

  The Hazards of Sex on the Beach (Hazards)

  Shaken Not Stirred (Mixology)

  On The Rocks (Mixology)

  Derailed (Clayton Falls)

  Veer (Clayton Falls)

  Wrecked (Clayton Falls)

  Beckoning Light (The Afterglow Trilogy #1)

  Perilous Light (The Afterglow Trilogy #2)

  Enduring Light (The Afterglow Trilogy #3)

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  * D P G R O U P . O R G *

  First

  a crescent chronicles novella

  Chapter One

  “Looks like tonight’s activity just arrived.” Jared’s comment made me snap my head up from the bar. The only activities my friend cared about involved girls—he had my attention.

  It didn’t take long to see what caught his eye. She was gorgeous—especially those long tan legs that were shown off nicely in the short yellow dress she wore. Slim but clearly athletic, I could only imagine how much fun she’d be.

  I finished off my Jack and Coke, slamming the empty glass down on the mahogany bar. The new guy who’d bought the place had gone to town on the hunk of wood. I doubted he had any idea that the hotel he’d purchased housed a hell of a lot more than rooms, food, and booze.

  The girl walked around the lobby like she owned the place, her eyes taking in every detail. Finally they found me, and I got a look at her bright green eyes. I gave her my trademark smile. It worked every time. She smiled back, and I nodded, telling her to come over. I thought she was going to, until she shook her head and kept on walking. She didn’t even give me a second glance. What the hell?

  So focused on her retreating figure, I was barely aware of Jared talking. “I call dibs on the blonde.”

  “Blonde? She was a brunette.” He must have been losing it.

  My other friend, Owen, laughed. “There were two girls, Levi.”

  “Oh, I only noticed the one.” Had there really been someone else with her?

  Jared smirked. “You seriously didn’t notice that blonde? That top didn’t leave much to the imagination.”

  “Did you see where they went?” I really didn’t care about the blonde, but I had to find Miss Legs. I couldn’t believe she’d blown me off like that. Maybe I was right—she was going to be a lot of fun.

  “They’re probably in the courtyard.” Owen yawned. He seriously worried me sometimes. A girl dumped him, and he’d practically been a monk since. The guy needed to get laid. Jared and I were going to have to try harder to get him out there.

  “I could really use a night with that one.” I turned to Owen. Our taste in women had always been more similar. Jared only went for busty blondes, where as I wanted the brunettes with the long legs. A nice chest didn’t hurt—not at all, but a short skirt on the right girl could drive me crazy.

  “I noticed her.” Owen’s small smile would have been enough for me to let him have her usually, but this one was for me.

  “I’ve got to find her. She might even be worth a second night.” Or a third.

  Owen snorted. “Real nice.”

  I shrugged. “Just saying.”

  Jared finished his drink. “We’ll find them, but we need to get moving. Your dad’s going to get pissed if we’re late.”

  “Yeah, I know.” I left a twenty on the bar and took one last glance around to make sure she hadn’t changed her mind and come back, before I walked over to the elevator. I smirked at the weird bellboy that was always staring at us. He took a step back and lowered his eyes.

  Once the doors shut, I inserted the key card and pushed the button for the basement. The central offices and chambers of the Society were housed on a level of the hotel that wasn’t supposed to exist. It was better for everyone if humans didn’t go looking for us. When you’re a prince of a supernatural society, you understand the importance of keeping some things secret.

  “What do you think he wants us for this time?” Jared asked, leaning back against the wall.

  “Like I’d know, but he didn’t sound happy.” I listened to one message, but it was only the latest of many. My dad’s calls were always the same. Either I’d done something wrong, or I was about to do something wrong.

  Jared stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “I guess we’ll find out.”

  The elevator doors opened, depositing us into a room that would be dark for the average person, but we had no problem seeing. One of the benefits of being a Pteron was perfect night vision. I pushed open the doors, and we headed toward my dad’s office, which was located just off the main chamber.

  I knocked on the door loudly. “Who is it?” Dad called.

  I knocked one last time just to be a pain. “Who do you think?”

  “Come in, Levi.” His low, gravelly voice always sounded pissed when he talked to me.

  I walked in, Owen and Jared followed behind.

  Dad didn’t glance up from the paperwork on his desk. “Close the door.”

  Jared slammed the door harder than he needed to. The action wasn’t lost on my dad. He finally dropped the paperwork, and his glare had Jared standing up straighter.

  Dad didn’t miss a beat. His steely gaze moved to me. “You missed last night’s council meeting.”

  “What are you talking about? We just met last week.”

  “I called an emergency meeting last night.” He ran a hand through his gray hair. At one time, it had been the same shade of brown as mine, but time, or too many years as the King of The Society, had aged him.

  Shit. I should have listened to the other messages. “Yeah, well, I didn’t know.”

  “Is that all you have to say for yourself? Twenty-two years old, and you behave like a child.”

  My dad never minced words, but he usually kept his cool. Things had to be serious for him to be flipping out on me in front of my friends.

  “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

  “It better not.” His icy stare left little doubt he was serious.

  “What did you discuss?” I shifted uneasily from foot to foot. Only my father had the ability to make me nervous. Most people were afraid of me or kissed up to me to get what they wanted. There were only four exceptions. Owen, Jared, and my parents.

  “The Blackwells. There’s talk of a takeover attempt.”

  “Like those Yankees could do anything,” Jared spat. He never kept his mouth shut, not even in front of my father.

  “Has your father taught you nothing, Jared? The second you start underestimating you
r opponent, you’ve lost your advantage.”

  “Yes, sir.” Mentioning Jared’s father usually had that effect. His dad was essentially the head of security for my family. We’d spent many nights getting wasted and talking about how much we hated our fathers. Neither of us would ever live up to their expectations.

  “So what’s the plan?” I slunk down in a high back chair. This could take a while.

  “The plan is that you grow up and find a girl.”

  “This again? I’m not ready. Just because you and Mom got married at twenty doesn’t mean I have to do it.” I looked for a mate once and all it brought me was heartache. What was the point of torturing myself again? I’d put it off as long as I could.

  “You’re not twenty. You graduate college in less than a year; it’s time to stop chasing after everything in a skirt. Find someone worth your time.”

  “What does this have to do with the takeover attempt?”

  “Don’t play stupid.” His cold blue eyes locked on mine.

  “No one cares whether I have a mate. They know I can have a kid, it’s not a big deal.”

  “Everyone cares. Everyone.” He cracked his knuckles. He only did that when he was particularly worried.

  “I’ll take a mate when I meet the right girl.” I leaned back in my chair and stretched out my legs. Getting angry wasn’t going to help the situation, but I was tired of this bullshit.

  “You can’t find her unless you look.”

  “He does plenty of looking,” Owen mumbled under his breath.

  “Looking for a mate is different from looking for a girl to jump in bed with. I’d have thought you’d understand that, Owen.” Dad really liked to get you where it hurt.

  “You told me I have until graduation. That’s months from now.” I planned to enjoy every last day of my freedom until then, starting with tonight. I needed to get out of the meeting so I could find the girl.

  “Building a relationship takes time. Do you expect to meet someone and bind yourself to her the next day? Don’t wait too long.”

  Jared sniggered. He went through women faster than I did.

  “I’m tasking you two with making sure it happens. We all have a lot to lose if Levi can’t keep his pants on long enough to find a worthy girl.”

  “Absolutely, sir.” Of course Owen agreed immediately. He’d been kissing my father’s ass for years.

  “Can we please talk about the real plan? The one that doesn’t involve my sex life.”

  Dad leaned his elbows on his desk. He looked tired. “All we can do is stay alert and make sure our own ranks are loyal. If things come to blow, we can’t have any mutiny from within.”

  “I’m guessing my dad’s already on that?” Jared asked.

  “Yes. But I expect you all to do your part.”

  “Will do, sir.” Even Jared knew that pushing my dad could have dire consequences.

  “Good. Now get out of here. I have better things to do today.” He went back to the paperwork. I wondered if it was anything real, or just an excuse to look busy.

  “Bye, Dad. Great talking to you.” I got the hell out of his office and back to the elevator. I was angry, and I could feel the transformation wanting to happen. I relaxed and pushed it back. I had other things to think about, namely Miss Legs.

  Chapter Two

  I leaned back against the black leather couch in our house. I’d had the couch for two years, the same amount of time I’d lived in the place. As soon as freshman year ended, Jared, Owen, and I moved in there. One year in the dorms was more than enough for us.

  With some distance, I was finally relaxing after the meeting with my dad. The man knew how to boil my blood, and it usually took time and copious amounts of alcohol to get back to normal. Nothing I did was ever good enough for him, and after twenty-two years, I was beyond tired of it.

  “So where do you think those girls are?” I knew I was being ridiculous. There were plenty of attractive girls around, but there was something about her that got under my skin. I’d practically memorized every curve of her body in the seconds she’d been in view. She wouldn’t be escaping from me so easily again.

  Jared tossed me another beer from the fridge. “It’s their first night in the French Quarter. They’ll be at the Cat’s Meow. They always go to the Cat’s Meow.”

  “No way. She’s not the type.” I tried to picture her at a place like that. No, she was classier. She’d probably be looking for a lounge or something.

  “Not the type?” Jared twisted off the top of his beer. “I guarantee they’ll be there. I bet you fifty they’ll sing karaoke.”

  Owen walked in, dumping three po’ boys on the table. “Who? Those girls from the hotel? Yeah, I’m in on this. My bet is Girl’s Just Want to Have Fun. They always sing that.”

  “No, I bet they’re more the Like a Virgin types,” Jared threw in.

  “I’m game. But let’s make it a hundred. I haven’t washed either of you out in a while.” Things were always more fun when there was money involved.

  They both laughed. “All right, a hundred.”

  I dug into my shrimp po’ boy, already planning out the evening. I’d find the girl and forget all about the bullshit with my dad.

  The door burst open again, and the flash of red hair made it immediately clear who’d arrived.

  “Have you ever heard of knocking?” Owen snapped at his little sister, Hailey.

  “If you have a problem with it, lock the door.” She swiped a Coke from the fridge. She had no problem making herself at home.

  “Is there a reason you’re gracing us with your presence?” I’d known Hailey her whole life and she was like a little sister—the annoying, won’t ever leave you alone type. She was only three years younger than us, but sometimes it seemed like ten.

  Hailey leaned back against the counter. “Yeah. I need Owen to talk to Dad.”

  “I doubt I’m going to, but about what?” Owen answered after finishing off his sandwich.

  “He’s making me request J.L. as a dorm. There is no way I’m living in an all-girls dorm!”

  We all laughed. I still couldn’t believe she was starting at Tulane in the fall. How was she old enough for college? I still pictured her playing with dolls even though one glance at her figure told you those days were long gone.

  “Come on. This is so not fair.” Hailey pouted. When she made faces like that, she only looked younger. I decided not to point it out to her. Giving her a hard time was fun, but you had to be careful not to push it too far. It wasn’t worth her wrath.

  “You can’t be surprised.” Owen tried to keep a straight face.

  Hailey walked into the living room and took a seat on the arm of a couch. “So he caught me making out with a guy? It’s not like I was sleeping with him.”

  Owen cringed, probably mentally picturing his sister hooking up with someone. “Hailey, Dad’s always been protective. Inviting a guy over when they weren’t home wasn’t the smartest decision, but how could you be stupid enough to get caught? You always wait until you know they won’t possibly come back.” Owen said it snidely, but I think he actually felt bad. Their parents definitely treated them differently.

  “So you really won’t talk to him?” she whined.

  Owen crumpled up the wrapper of his po’ boy. “Living in a girl’s dorm isn’t that bad. It’s nicer than a lot of the others.”

  “I guess.” She slid down from the arm to a couch cushion. “I hope I at least get a cool roommate.”

  “Me too, because then maybe you won’t show up here uninvited all the time.” I couldn’t resist. She was so easy to annoy.

  “And don’t worry, Hailey. I’d be more than happy to visit your new friends anytime.” Jared winked.

  “Arrgh! You guys are useless. Thanks for nothing.” She stormed out just the way she arrived.

  Owen got up, pushing back his chair. “Seriously, how am I related to her?”

  Jared collected our plates and brought them to the sink. No one woul
d believe how much of a neat freak he was. “I don’t know, she’s hot and you’re ugly as shit.” He grinned.

  “Don’t even start.”

  I laughed. My roommates were definitely entertaining.

  Chapter Three

  “You better be ready to pay up,” Owen taunted. We’d spent the better part of an hour searching the Quarter. After striking out at the classier lounges and bars, I didn’t want to admit that my friends were probably right. I finally gave in, and we walked into the Cat’s Meow. It had been a while since I’d dragged myself into that place. It’s not like it was much worse than the rest of the Bourbon Street bars, but you also had to suffer through horrible singing. The current song was no exception.

  I looked over toward the stage and, sure enough, there they were, singing Girls Just Want to Have Fun. I had really misread her, or maybe it was the friend who convinced her to come. “Fine, I’ll get you your money later.”

  It’s not like I cared about two hundred bucks. The important part was that I’d found the girl. Mmm, yes, and she was wearing a short skirt. So maybe singing wasn’t her strong suit, but she looked good doing it.

  I bought a beer and went ahead and got a shot for her. I had a feeling she was going to need it when she was done. There was something about her expression that said she wasn’t having as much fun as she was pretending to. But I was. Hell, I was having a great time. That jean skirt was so short. I got a real nice view.

  “Are you sure they’re legal?” Leave it to Owen to ask such a dumb question.

  “Yeah, they’ve got to be eighteen.”

  He frowned. “You sure? Do you really want to mess with jail bait?”

  “Shit, Owen, they’re not kids. They got in here, didn’t they?” Jared argued.