by T. S. Ryder
But despite these changes, she looked exactly the same as the girl of his dreams.
Quin cleared his throat, making Eric realize he had been staring. An uncomfortable heat flushed his olive cheeks as he finally looked away. "Quin. You need to go do that thing."
His brother gave him a cheeky grin. "What thing?"
"Talk to the city hall and the residents of the grain elevators."
Donna blinked in surprise as she looked between the brothers. "Do the elevators have squatters?"
If the town didn't know about the vampires, that was probably a good sign that they weren't the kind that had to live off human blood. Eric gave Quin a warning look as his brother opened his mouth. "Yes. And I want to work with them in order to find them a new home. My brother was just leaving to—"
"Gosh, darn it!" Donna threw her hands into the air. "I am such a space case today."
Eric stared at the mousy-looking woman in shock. What was she going on about? He glanced at Kayla to find her face as white as a sheet. Why did she look so scared? Eric moved forward instinctively, wanting to reassure her. She shied away from him.
"I forgot to bring our sketches," Donna said with an exaggerated eye-roll. "You two stay here, I'll be right back."
She darted from the room even as Kayla started to protest. Quin hurried out as well, leaving the two of them alone. Eric shifted uncomfortably. What was he meant to do now?
"How have you been doing?" he asked eventually.
"I have a daughter."
Surprise flooded him. Eric struggled to keep the shock and dismay off his face. A quick glance at her left hand showed no wedding ring. But if she had a daughter, that must mean that she was serious with somebody. He fought down the urge to demand who it was. He was not going to be jealous of someone he didn't even know…
"Her name is Mikayla," Kayla continued. "I know. Mikayla. Kayla. I wanted to name her after myself without naming her after myself. But that's… Well, she's a Wolf, too."
A Wolf? His battle with jealousy intensified.
"She's just starting to do the whole Shifting thing. I've been looking for some sort of program to put her into, you know, since I'm not a Shifter, I don't know how to give her the best support with that part of her heritage, and I thought it would be good if she had more contact with other Wolves, and I'm babbling."
Kayla sucked in a deep breath and peered anxiously at Eric. He stared back at her, jaw slack, unable to think of the correct response to it all. She had had a child with a Shifter. That must mean that another Wolf found himself a mate in her.
He lost the battle with his jealousy. It flooded him no matter how much he tried to fight it. But that didn't mean he had to give in. As much as he wanted to track down that Shifter and challenge him for the right to mate her, he very much doubted that she would find it a romantic gesture. More likely she'd hate him for it.
"There are certain programs available," he managed. "I'll send you a few links. I can even get in touch with somebody to come out here and talk to you—"
He cut himself off, frowning. If the father was a Wolf, why couldn’t he help Mikayla with her Shifting? Kayla's eyes widened and she actually stepped back from him.
"Why can't her father help you with all this?
"He doesn't know about her," Kayla whispered, her voice rasping. "At least, he didn't…"
Eric's heart pounded. His body had already figured out what she meant, even as his mind scrambled to understand. "What do you mean?"
"She's your daughter."
Chapter Three – Kayla
Eric's whole body went stiff. For a moment all he did was stare at her. Kayla's heart hammered shallowly, her throat dry. She had planned out how she was going to tell him about the secret she had kept from him for three years. Every phrase, every word she was going to say had been carefully chosen.
And in the moment of truth, she had stumbled around and blurted it out before she was ready to face the consequences.
"I have a daughter?" the Alpha whispered.
Kayla nodded, chewing her lip. "I know I should have told you."
"Yeah. You should have." Eric's brown eyes darkened. "Why didn't you? I have a right to know that I have a child!"
"I know. I know." Kayla held out her hands and shook her head. "And I'm sorry. I was just scared."
"Of me?"
"No! Of me. I didn't think that I was good enough to be your mate, not when you were going to become Alpha. I thought it would be better for you if you didn't have to deal with the political backlash. I know it's no excuse for keeping Mikayla from you all these years, but that's why. I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry."
Eric turned his back on her. "I don't know if I can forgive you for this."
Kayla flinched. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. She knew he had every right to be angry with her. The situation was all wrong. They were meant to be doing business together, not discussing her three years of silence on the fact that he was a father! She wrapped her arms around her waist and stared at the floor.
"I am sorry, Eric."
He just grunted in reply.
"I should go."
"Probably. This is a lot to take in."
Kayla nodded. She stepped towards the door, then swallowed. "Would you like to meet her? She gets out of nursery school at three. We could meet at a playground at three thirty."
"I… the playground will be fine. Which one?"
"There is one close to her nursery school." She quickly wrote out directions on how to get there and managed a small smile as she handed them to the Alpha. "I'll see you at three-thirty then."
Eric nodded stiffly. "Three thirty."
***
Around noon, it started pouring. The rain came down so thick that the roads were lined with rivers, carrying leaves and bits of debris into the storm drains. Kayla called Eric and suggested that he stop by her house instead of waiting for a day when they could go to the playground. As soon as he agreed, she rushed around the house, wondering how she could have invited him over when everything was such a terrible mess.
When the doorbell rang at precisely three-thirty, Kayla gulped in a deep breath, called Mikayla, and answered it. To her surprise and dismay, Eric hadn't come alone. He had brought Quin with him.
"Come in," she said, trying to hide her disappointment.
She liked Quin. He had always been an interesting fellow to talk to. But she had hoped that this would just be Eric. She didn't want them to gang up on her… Quin would always have his brother's back, no matter what.
"We brought cookies," Quin said as he stepped in. He glanced around until he saw Mikayla. "Hi there!"
Mikayla's eyes, green like Kayla's, narrowed. Her lip curled and she growled as she darted behind Kayla. Her little nose twitched.
"Mikey, these are Mommy's friends I told you about," Kayla said, resting a hand on her daughter's auburn curls. "Eric and Quin."
"Go away," Mikayla instantly said. "You stink like wet dog."
Kayla gasped in horror, but the two men only laughed. Eric actually beamed. "You've got a good nose, little one."
Quin bent to one knee. "You stink a little bit, too. You stink like…" He inhaled exaggeratedly. "Chocolate. Did you just have a candy bar?"
Mikayla's eyes widened. "Yes. I did!"
"I thought so." Quin smiled warmly. He stripped off his sopping coat. "Do you mind showing me where to put these delicious cookies? Maybe Mommy will let you have one, too… so she and Eric can talk."
Kayla glanced at Eric. He was already looking at her, a strangely hopeful expression on his face. Her heart skipped a beat and she nodded. Maybe he wasn't angry with her anymore. Mikayla showed Quin to the kitchen, leaving Kayla and Eric alone as they stood at the entrance to the house.
"Here, let me take your coat," Kayla said, then glanced at the shoes and coat Quin had just left on the floor. "I'll take those, too."
Eric nodded. After putting the things away, Kayla led him into the family room. Sh
e perched on an old blue chair while he took a seat on the yellow couch. He glanced around. Heat seeped into Kayla's cheeks. It was a comfortable room, but it was certainly not an impressive one. Everything was second-hand, and while in good condition, nothing matched.
Kayla cleared her throat. "So… you brought Quin."
"Yeah. I needed to talk with you, and I'm afraid it can't wait."
Unease slipped into Kayla's stomach, but she nodded.
Eric stared at her for a long moment before shaking his head. "Mikayla. She looks like you."
"She looks like you, too. She's got my eyes and my hair, but pretty much everything else is you. Even some of her mannerisms remind me of you. Like the way she sniffs at her food when she thinks I'm not looking."
"So… you two are happy, then?"
"She's the light of my life. She's smart and gets along great with the other kids. Stubborn as a mule, but with an Alpha as a father, I didn't expect anything else."
Eric's brown eyes drilled into hers. "And you never told me about her because you didn't think you were good enough."
Kayla flinched. "Yes."
"Is that why you turned me down, too? Did you know you were pregnant when I proposed?"
"No. I only found out after I left."
Eric leaned forward, his gaze locked on her face. "Then why? You said you loved me. You said you wanted to be with me forever. I thought that it meant that you wanted me to propose."
"I did! I loved you, Eric. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But when you proposed, all my insecurities rushed in on me. I realized how fast we were moving, and your parents…"
Eric growled. "What did they tell you?"
"That I wasn’t good enough. And I thought they had to be right, because there was never anything special about me."
"I thought they were done ruining my life when they died." Eric got to his feet. "You should have told me."
"What they said or that I was pregnant?"
"Both!"
Kayla stood, facing him. "I know. I should have trusted you. I shouldn't have listened to them. You should have known about Mikayla from the start. And I know I have no right to ask, but… Do you think you can forgive me? I don't want Mikayla to grow up without her father, and I've already taken three years from the two of you that I can't give back. But I hope we can find a way to be friends, for her sake."
"For her sake." Eric stepped closer, his brown eyes intense. "Friends?"
"Friends," Kayla repeated.
"I think I can handle that."
His gaze flickered to her mouth. Kayla felt something surge through her; she leaned forward ever so slightly. Before she knew he was even moving, Eric had caught her face in his hands and pressed his lips to hers. Kayla threw her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Their bodies pressed together. Heat burned through her body, making her gasp with desire.
This was so perfectly familiar! Kayla tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging him even closer as she explored his mouth. His hands roamed her body, eliciting the familiar sensations he always created in her. She shuddered with pleasure.
And then she pulled away. Cheeks flushed and heart pounding, she shook her head. "No. No, we are not doing this. This can't happen."
"Why?" Eric's voice cut through her defenses.
She closed her eyes to stop herself from giving into the heat still swirling inside her. "Mikayla and Quin are in the kitchen."
"We can go back to my hotel room."
"No! No, we can't. I'm happy in my life. I don’t want it to go all topsy-turvy again. I need you to leave."
Eric chuckled. "If I'm going to do that, then you need to let go of me."
She opened her eyes again. Her arms were still wrapped firmly around him. Trembles shook her, and without reason, she launched herself at him once again. Their lips met and parted, allowing hot, frenzied access to the other.
The door leading to outside crashed open. Kayla jumped, breaking away from Eric. Standing in the doorway was a man Kayla had never seen before. He had the look of a hungry cat about him: a gaunt, pallid countenance and dark circles under his eyes. A shock of greasy black hair fell into his eyes.
Eric tensed. He grabbed Kayla and all but threw her over the couch. "Go get Quin," he ordered.
Kayla stumbled then froze. Her jaw hung slack as she stared between Eric and this newcomer. The man stepped in, swaying unsteadily. He pointed a shaking hand at Eric.
"I will not see my home destroyed by a filthy werewolf!"
"I have no intention of—"
With a feral shriek that sent shivers of terror down Kayla's spine, the newcomer leaped forward. Claws sprouted from his fingertips as he slashed at Eric.
Kayla pressed her hands to her mouth. Her body screamed at her to go get Quin as Eric had told her, but she found herself unable to move – unable to tear her eyes from what was happening before her.
Chapter Four – Eric
Claws ripped open his shirt as Eric stumbled back, reeling from the first blow that had landed. The vampire was stronger than his thin frame suggested.
Eric struck aside another fist that flew at his stomach, then blocked the third blow. The vampire spun in closer to him, aiming an elbow at his face. It connected with a crunching sound. Eric stumbled back, pain shooting from his nose. He growled, letting his teeth sharpen in his mouth while his Wolf struggled to come out and defend him. But he couldn't Shift, not indoors like this. He wouldn't have room to maneuver.
"For the coven!" the vampire screeched, rushing him again.
He leaped on the vampire, crushing the creature under his weight. The vampire toppled to the floor, writhing and spitting like a feral cat. Long claws slashed across the Alpha's arms and he bit back a howl of pain.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kayla still standing behind the couch, her eyes wide, her hands pressed to her mouth.
"Get Quin!" he yelled before focusing in on the vampire again.
"Filthy beast," the vampire spat. His teeth snapped inches from Eric's throat. "You will not take our home from us again!"
Eric didn't waste his time trying to reason with the vampire. He wrapped his arm around the vampire's throat and squeezed hard. Maybe after the creature was subdued he would be able to get through to him.
Blinding pain shot through his abdomen. Eric yelled, releasing the vampire instinctively. His enemy whirled on the floor, pulling its needle-like claws from the Alpha's stomach. The vampire's hands shot out again. The claws pierced his shoulders, and the vampire threw himself forward, fangs flashing as they aimed for the Alpha's throat.
The Alpha grunted and ripped himself from the vampire's grasp. Both leaped to their feet, circling one another warily. The vampire jumped forwards, a screech tearing from his throat. Eric stepped into the creature's path. He swung, punching the vampire hard in the stomach. The creature stumbled back, pallid face turning green as it doubled over.
Eric panted, watching his enemy. "I don't wish to hurt you or your fellow vampires. We can resolve this peacefully."
The vampire's face twisted. He spat at the Alpha and dashed towards the door. Eric stumbled after him, the wounds in his abdomen screaming with pain. By the time the Alpha got to the door, the vampire had disappeared in the pouring rain.
"Eric!"
The Alpha turned to see his brother rush into the room. It only hit him then how quickly everything had happened. Adrenaline still pumped through his veins, but all the vampire's stabbings were beginning to take a toll. He shut the door and stumbled back to the hideous yellow couch. He was going to stain it with blood, but he'd buy a new one for Kayla.
Actually, he'd replace all of the furniture in her house.
"Make sure Kayla and Mikayla are safe," he grunted. "There might be more in the house."
Quin nodded, understanding him, and jogged out of the room. Moments later Kayla came back in, carrying Mikayla. The little girl's nose was twitching, her teeth bared in a snarl. Kayla's face was white as a she
et. When she saw Eric, covered in blood, she gasped and swayed on the spot.
"I'm fine," Eric said. "It was just a vampire."
"Vampire?" Kayla's eyes widened. "What do you mean a vampire? They're not real, are they?"
"As real as you and me," Quin said grimly. "I take it that this means our attempts at negotiating with them are over?"
Eric shook his head. The wounds inflicted by the vampire would take longer than normal to heal, given their similar paranormal roots. Even so, he'd be alright in a few minutes. "This wasn't an aggressive attack."
"Looks aggressive to me."
"It was based on fear. But I don't want any Wolves to go near those grain elevators alone. Groups no smaller than five."
"Grain elevators." Kayla slumped into the chair, her arms tight around Mikayla. The little girl's green eyes latched onto the blood still pouring from Eric's side, and her olive complexion paled. "There are vampires in the grain elevators."
"Yes," Quin said. "And the good news is that they seem to be the kind that can live off animal blood. The bad news is that they're truly undead, and can only procreate by turning humans into vampires. They tend to be more unreasonable than their more human-like counterparts."
Eric frowned at his brother. "They are still able to be reasoned with. In the meantime, I don't want you or Mikayla to stay here by yourselves. You can come live at the hotel with me and the other werewolves."
"I can't afford—"
"I'll pay for it." Eric wasn't going to accept any arguments. Not in this situation, at least. He sat up, checking the blood flow in his abdomen. It had slowed to a trickle – enough for now. "Let's go."
***
Eric upgraded his room at the hotel to a condo-style apartment with two bedrooms on a higher floor. He also paid to install silver-infused steel bars over all the windows and promised the proprietor that he would pay to fix the damage afterward as well. If it were up to him, Kayla and Mikayla would both be on their way to the heart of the packlands, away from these vampires. Maybe he'd insist on it later, but right now he didn't want to assume the worst.
Besides, he sent Quin to talk with the vampires again, and hopefully this time they would see reason. He didn't want to turn this into an all-out battle. But if the vampires were going to attack him and his people, they would get no mercy from him. He protected his own.
