CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA UNDERBOSS

by Candace Ayers

  She had looked for magic everywhere when she was little, believed there were fairies in the garden, flitting about from flower to flower, she thought all of nature’s creatures were mystical. Now as an adult realizing that her childhood fantasies were real, she didn’t want to turn her back on them. She knew that she could get on a plane back to New York, apologise to Jimmy and live the life that lay waiting for her. But Leslie-Anne’s word’s echoed in her head – she would die on the inside.

  On that thought, a sense of urgency grew within her, half afraid that Sebastian had already slipped away, gone while the scent of him still enveloped her body. She gulped her coffee down and rushed upstairs to shower and dress. She didn’t know where to start looking, but Logan seemed like the logical first port of call.

  She flung on jeans and a t-shirt, leaving her hair damp. Rushing back downstairs, her heart started thumping wildly in her chest, excitement and anxiety building. Busting through the front door she blinked in the bright sun, and then came to a standstill. There was a wolf waiting for her in the front garden.

  The hair she had thought last night was jet black, was a rich dark brown in the sunlight. She recognized his eyes, the same luminous white and blue that she had seen last night. He had been sitting, but now moved up onto all fours as she approached.

  “Sebastian?”

  Eva. His voice echoed through her head, as clearly as if he were speaking out loud. It was soft and caressing, with the faintest sound of a throaty purr beneath it.

  As she stood and stared at him, she got the feeling that he had waited here all night for her, and the realisation made her heart felt like it was being torn in two.

  “Sebastian – I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have sent you away.”

  Don’t apologise. I’m who should be sorry. Forgive me Eva.

  “It was an accident. I’m ashamed at how my father behaved – it shouldn’t have happened that way.” She tentatively edged closer; his wolf form alienated and excited her at the same time. She longed to reach and stroke his thick fur.

  It doesn’t matter anymore. Eva, you need to leave here – go and live your life. You can do anything you want to.

  “Why does everyone insist on sending me away? Sebastian, I want to be here. With you. What you said last night…I feel the same way. I want to be with you, I feel like we’ve wasted years – and I want to start living my life.”

  With a wolf? In this place? I can’t offer you anything, Eva. Sebastian was determined not to give in this time.

  If a small slice of heaven was all he would experience in this lifetime, then that would be enough. It was best this way. He knew he had already bonded with her, that she was his crow mate, but that didn’t mean that he had license to ruin her life. He would set her free, let her fly.

  “Yes with a wolf – with you. I like Beaver Creek, Sebastian. But I’m in love with you. So in love with you that there’s only one place that I ever want to be, and that’s wherever you are. Why do you think I keep coming back?” Her tone was passionate, but he could hear the pain that she was trying to cover, and he didn’t know if that pain was caused by feeling like she had to leave her old life behind, or if it came from fear that she couldn’t have this one.

  “Sebastian” she continued, “I’m going to be a Harvard business school graduate, and you’re going to own a lumber business – we can transform this town, you don’t have to worry about my life – this is the one I want.” She hesitated then, as if she had run out of steam. “Unless you don’t…want that? Want me?”

  Sebastian lost any resolve he had been clinging to at her question. His frustration dissipated – if she wanted him, really wanted this, then there was nothing that would stop him taking her and spending the rest of his life making her smile the way she did last night.

  Eva, I want you. More than you could ever imagine.

  At that, she walked toward him slowly and then bent down gracefully in the soft grass to kneel in front of him. She started to stroke his fur, sending tremors throughout his body.

  “I want you too – like this, wolf form or human form. I’ll take you anyway you come Sebastian Waverly.”

  She guided him down with her into the grass, and buried her hands into his fur, curling up to him so that there wasn’t a sliver of space between them. He shifted back into his human form, his body wrapped protectively around hers, keeping out the morning chill.

  Slowly their bodies and heartbeats moved as one, and Eva and Sebastian spent the morning with the sun reflecting off of their sweat-glistened bodies as they basked in their newly expressed love.

  The wolf and his crow.

  THE END

  DRAGON’S CLAIM

  STORY DESCRIPTION

  Zedekiah has inhabited his mountain for centuries. Long before the miner 49ers came to town.

  Now, brokering out sections to miners, he aims to blend with the townsfolk. Only, Zed harbors a dark secret. Revealed in rumors around town, whispers of the “monster of the mountain”, tales of screeching cries heard in the night.

  Paulette’s husband died on their journey west, just shy of reaching their destination. Paulette is left in a strange mining town with an infant and dwindling finances.

  For Paulette and Zed, a marriage of convenience is a perfect answer. A business transaction.

  Only, hearts have a way of following their own path.

  Can a young, widowed mother find love with a dragon intent on guarding the gold running through his mountain during the California gold rush of 1849?

  Chapter One

  Zed paced the length of the cavern, stone walls arching up around him, cool and damp.

  He knew it was well past time to go, that he would need to make his way out of the mines and back to town. But it was hard to leave the hoard he’d spent centuries protecting, monitoring, adding to. It was his, and his alone.

  And now this — the gold rush. People from all over the country — the world — arriving to pillage his mountains until they found their wealth and there was nothing left. It didn’t matter who they were taking it from. The Earth. A dragon. A man. It was all the same to them — as long as they walked out with what they’d come for.

  He took one more spin through the cave, pausing at the juncture that led back toward his prized possessions. He itched to go back. To watch them. Touch them. They were what got him through the day. Reminded him why he put up with the headaches of his brokering business.

  Zed had spent a lifetime protecting his treasures. When he wasn’t in the cave, he was at the office, leasing out other parts of his mountain, demanding a percentage of whatever the miners came home with, knowing he was earning back the smallest amount of what was already his while directing miners to places that held little of what the mountain had to offer. He supposed he should feel bad for requiring them to pay a monthly fee to use his property, knowing all the while that they would find little in their allotment.

  He supposed he should have — but he didn’t. After all, they weren’t looking to share the wealth either. Everyone was out for themselves. And, as Zed saw it, he was the only one actually losing in the deal.

  He had only memories of the hours, weeks, months, years he’d spent uninterrupted, at peace. Mornings and nights seeping into one another. But now he was reduced to this — a man denied his other form. His animal within struggled to be free, to clamber to the surface, to take control and reduce the man Zed to nothing more than a vague memory.

  Zed fought for tenuous control over the urge. His hoard, everything he cared about depended on his ability to keep his dragon suppressed. As it was, the people spoke of the “monster in the mines”. Zed had overheard their whispers about what they had heard, what they had seen silhouetted against the sky. Awe. Fear. Those were the moments he’d lost control and couldn’t keep the dragon at bay. He knew it was only a matter of time before his luck ran out, before his dragon would take control and he would never have the chance to turn back into a human.

  But sometim
es, even that seemed preferable to living like this. Caught between two worlds.

  He emerged from the cave, the roses and golds of early dusk created a dramatic backdrop for the mountain side and the little town at its feet. The scent of pine was heavy and crisp. Zed was contemplating his fate when he came to the fork in the path that signaled he would soon be at base of the mountain path, and in just a short time, the edge of town.

  He heard the rustle before he saw them, not with his ears, but with every fiber of his being, a sense of ambush scurrying along his spine, dancing over his skin. Inciting his flight or fight response.

  But it was too late. They were on him before he could spin aound, before he could let his beast fly forth, his wings whipping into the night, his teeth on display, his flames ready to boil.

  And all it took was that first good hit, to send Zed to the ground, the fight slipping out of him before he’d even had the chance to harness it.

  In this body, he was only a man, and it was bound to be his downfall.

  Paulette brought the infant up toward her, inspecting her still sweet-smelling milky pale skin for any signs of illness.

  She couldn’t stop checking. It was almost compulsive. Even though she knew the babe was healthy. Beyond healthy. Perfect.

  But she was all Paulette had left, and she wasn’t willing to lose her over something that could be prevented. Paulette was counting every penny, worried she would run out. Worried she would need something for Abigail she wouldn't be able to afford.

  The fear was a legitimate one. She'd watched others succumb to mere fevers, to infections that would have been easily overcome if they'd had the money for the treatments, for fresh food, the ability to rest and heal. The trip to California had been long, hard, and sorrow-filled.

  Paulette pulled Abigail closer to her, tucking her securely into the curve of her arm, drawing the blanket around her more tightly, unable to get over the small heft of her, how solid she felt in her arms.

  Things were going to have to change. With Robert gone there just were no other options. Here, she’d come all this way with him, striking it rich in the gold rush the one thing he seemed able to focus on. They’d left Boston in early spring. They’d spent another early spring en route. Abigail had joined them.

  They had been happy, all things considered, for people traipsing across the country, ill-equipped and with bad luck. And they had been so close to that next big step in achieving all their dreams and goals. Paulette could almost see the beautiful home they would have had, taste the sweet meats and freshly grown vegetables they would have endless access to.

  And then, in the cruelest of Fate’s tricks, with only a few weeks left in the trip, Robert had been crushed by one of the wagons in the small train as he and the other men struggled to repair it.

  And just like that everything was gone. Taken. Taken from her. And from Abigail. They had put everything they’d had into that journey. It had lasted longer than they’d thought it would. It had cost more than they had thought it would. They hadn’t factored in Abigail. There was nothing left, and Paulette and Abigail were alone on the West Coast, thousands of miles away from any family or help. There was no way to go backward. There was only forward, and she wasn’t sure how to go about moving in that direction.

  Paulette worried on her lower lip. She’d been doing it a lot lately. There were so many things to worry about, and working her teeth against her lip made it easier to forget that she had forgone the last two meals because she’d needed to buy milk for Abigail.

  She was running out of things to trade. If she wasn’t careful, the only thing she’d have left to barter was her body.

  She stared down into her sweet baby’s face. Abigail’s eyes were closed, her lashes little smudges of light brown wisps against the cream and peach of her face, her mouth working in her sleep, the littlest burst of a contented sigh escaping her as she burrowed one fist more tightly into her cheek.

  It couldn’t come to that. She knew prostitution only led to one place — illness and death. And without ever making it out of poverty, no doubt. She wouldn’t leave Abigail to that fate. With no one to raise her she would end up the same way, and that simply wasn’t an option. Paulette wouldn’t have it.

  But then, what were the options? She could look for work as a scullery maid or a house keeper, but Abigail would complicate things there as well. She had failed as a producer, so wet nursing was equally improbable. To darn or wash she would need to be settled in a place where she could bring in work. And this wasn’t a place filled with people looking for that kind of work.

  Of course, prostitutes were in fairly high demand here, miners on their own in their little caves most of the nights. Lonely. Frustrated.

  Yes, the prostitutes were quite popular here.

  She went back to chewing on her lip.

  She was running out of time. Time and options. If she waited much longer, there would be nothing left. There would be no choices for her at all.

  The wagon train had fractured from her, thrilled with their good fortune at having finally made it to their destination. They muted their joy when they were near her, conscientious of the fact that there was little joy to be had for her here, but nonetheless, they spilled from the group and off into their lives, little waves and that annoying jaunt to their step Paulette had tried to ignore.

  And Paulette was left behind, the little town barely a street wide or long, offering little to her.

  Chapter Two

  When Zed awoke he was alone, the dull throb across the back of his shoulders and head reminded him that he had been hit with something very hard. With a groan, he pulled himself up, taking a moment to regain his feet and let the world settle into an uncomfortable equilibrium. He was angered by the attack, frustrated by how easily overcome he had been. Shame and disgust flared inside of him.

  He raised a hand gingerly to the back of his head, exploring the tender flesh there, looking for more than just a knot. But his fingers came back bloodless, and he was thankful the men hadn’t been more successful with their attack. It was bad enough to have been a victim – he didn't want to imagine what it would feel like to have been significantly wounded in the process.

  He scowled into the blackness, unsure how much time had passed since he’d been intercepted, unsure why they had attacked him just to leave him where he lay.

  He’d seen just one face, out of the corner of his eye, before that block of wood had connected with the back of his head. The miner with the full beard streaked with blonde and white.

  The man tickled something at the back of Zed's mind, like he recalled a time a similar man had put him on edge, had eyed him suspiciously. He had overheard him telling the others that Zed was a cheat who kept the best of the mountain to himself. He couldn't remember the miner’s name or where to find him, but he was certain those impressions all stemmed from the same man, and he wouldn't have been surprised to learn a man like that was behind such an attack.

  Zed wasn't a cheat, despite what that man said, despite the grumbling he had heard from others. Everything he did was by the book, designed to give the miners what they paid for. Though, it was true, he supposed, that he kept the best of the mountain to himself. The mountain was, after all, his. Had always been his. The gold had always been his. Always. And here he had so generously let them have some of it. For a fee. But, even so. It wasn’t theirs to have.

  Every step jarred his skull in a way that made him think he wasn’t going to make it out of the office in the morning. But he wouldn’t know how bad it was until he made it inside and could examine himself in the light. See if anything was missing.

  But this night he had had nothing on him to take. His key slid into the lock, popping open the mechanism and flung the door open, not caring when the heavy pine bounced back off the wall, clattering loudly in the relative quiet of the early morning. Not caring, until a painful throbbing immediately set in the back of his skull.

  His watch was gone, he realized when
he went to pull it from his pocket and check the time. They hadn’t gone away empty-handed after all. Bastards. Zed knew not every miner was a problem, but those certainly were. He would ferret them out – he had to if he wanted to be able to remain in relative safety, if he wanted to be able to maintain the delicate facade he had made for himself.

  It hadn’t been the first time he’d been singled out by men, and Zed was pretty sure it wouldn’t be the last. That miner had an evil edge to him, an extra mean glint in his eyes — he wasn’t going to stop until he was stopped. Zed had enough experience with humans to know that was the case.

  But stopping him was something Zed was willing to do. The time would come, he had no doubt, where it would be just him and that miner… and Zed hadn’t lost yet.

  The morning came early, and as Zed had expected, he wasn’t fit to start his day when he normally did.

  He slept little. Most of his kind were the same. They could certainly hibernate, but mostly nights were short. Rests were brief. Their recharge was intense.

  He lingered on the small sofa, his head still throbbing, every movement a fresh reminder that he hadn’t been on top of his game the night before. That was what happened when you allowed yourself to live closely to the humans.

  Anger welled within him. He did not like to be made a fool of, and being assaulted on the mountain, giving no resistance, achieving no damage, falling to the ground like a felled tree, certainly counted as being made a fool.

  That man’s face was etched in his mind. He would know him the next time he saw him. There would be no mistaking him in the future, and there would be hell to pay then. That miner would live to feel Zed’s wrath.