The Werewolf's Secret Baby

by T. S. Ryder

  Henry looked at her over his shoulder. He said nothing but gave her a long, sad look. Then he began to change. With a violent yell, he fell forward on all fours.His legs and arms transforming into those of a wild beast. Bright white fur emerged from his back and spread over his body as his jaw jutted out and his teeth grew. Before her eyes, he turned from a handsome man to a terrifying animal.

  Henry bared his teeth. He was on his haunches facing the door, growling and snapping his jaw. She could hear her own desperate gasps, tears slipping from her eyes. She pressed her back against the wall, trying to put more distance between herself and the stairs. She was so weak and powerless compared to these strange, magical beings. She wished she had a sword or a weapon or something to protect herself with.

  Without warning, Marcus came bounding up the stairs and launched himself at Henry. The white wolf fought back, but Marcus, in his shaggy brown wolf form, was scrappy and fast. Before she was ready for it, they were nothing more than a fury of fur, teeth and claws. They were attacking each other and she could hear painful cries coming from both of them.

  The animals separated, but continued to growl at each other. Marcus had blood trickling down his hind legs. Henry looked worse. There was blood pumping from his side and he was limping. They were circling and nipping at each other, searching for weaknesses. The room reeked of animal and blood.

  She needed to help Henry, but how? How could she possibly help him? Then she heard it. Whispers, too quiet to be understood. They flowed just underneath the sounds of the fighting animals. They were calling to her, but from where? Suddenly, she saw the cover of the book open on its own.

  Agatha gave one last look at the two animals who were circling and growling at each other. It was only a moment before they were at it again, biting and clawing. Using their fury as a distraction, she raced towards the book. It was huge, the pages were a thick tan parchment. How would she find what she needed? There were at least a thousand pages in front of her.

  “How do I stop him?” She asked and the book responded. It opened in front of her, quickly flipping through hundreds of pages, somehow knowing to stop at the page she needed. Again the words first appeared as strange, unreadable symbols. But as she stared at them, they transferred to letters she understood.

  She began to read. At first, her voice was halting as she struggled to speak the strange sounds of this ancient language. As she read, a wind picked up in the tower whipping her hair around her head like a deranged halo. And then the words weren’t bizarre or foreign. Somehow she knew them, it was as if she had spoken this ancient language every day of her life. Everything in front of her began to shimmer and shine. And then it wasn’t her reading the words, it was more like the words were using her voice to come out.

  The wolves pulled away from each other and looked at Agatha. Marcus growled and lunged at her, but Henry was ready and he clamped his jaws on Marcus’ back leg, holding him in place as the words poured from Agatha’s mouth. She was speaking louder and louder, faster and faster. Marcus was desperate, his paws scrabbling on the floor as he struggled to free himself from Henry’s hold.

  There was a wrenching, cracking sound as Marcus’ body began to seize up. He was fighting against it, but it was a losing battle. His limbs were locking and inch by inch the spell overtook his body. His legs locked, his gaping mouth was frozen mid-howl and then he stopped moving altogether. The spell worked, he was inert, a taxidermy wolf trapped forever in mid-lunge.

  Henry finally opened his jaw and released Marcus’ leg. The wind stopped whipping, calmness fell over them and the spell was over. Agatha slumped down on the table, feeling suddenly more tired than she had ever felt in her life. She was drained and empty and very, very thirsty. Her eyes were closed and she did not see Henry change back into a man. From somewhere far away, she felt him lift her up and carry her past the frozen Marcus and down the spiral stairs.

  “It’s alright,” he whispered to her. “It’s ok. You did it. You saved us. Just rest now.” She felt herself lowered into a soft and warm bed. Henry was pulling away from her, but she couldn’t be separated from him. She needed his touch. She tugged on his arm and managed to open her eyes so she could look into his.

  “Come and lie down with me,” she whispered. He nodded and slid between the sheets. He wrapped her up in his strong arms and Agatha rested against his warm chest. It felt so right being next to him. It felt perfect, it was where she belonged. Slowly she was coming back to earth. She still felt tired, but not as exhausted as she had. She was at least managing to keep her eyes open for more than a few seconds. She could feel his heart beating in his chest. Tilting her head up, she saw that he was looking down at her with his dark eyes. Henry leaned down and kissed her forehead. Smiling at him, she leaned in for a real kiss.

  Their lips met like old friends. His kisses started light and teasing, but as they continued to touch each other those kisses grew in intensity. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of him. Agatha leaned forward and laid delicate kisses along his chest, touching his scars with her lips.

  He groaned and held her tightly against him. She could feel how eager and ready he was. His hands slipped under her shirt and he pulled it off her, before unsnapping her bra in one smooth movement. The cold air of the night danced across her skin as his hands caressed her bare back.

  She felt like she was falling into him. She was lost in his touch and his kiss. Henry easily flipped her over, so she was on her back. His hands unzipped her jeans, sliding them off of her. She grabbed at his shoulders, his chest and any part of him she could touch. She wanted him, she had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him.

  Agatha gasped and arched her back when he entered her. Rocking together, their bodies moved in a perfect rhythm. Closing her eyes, Agatha let herself go. She only existed in the moment, focusing on his touch and the way his breath caught in her ear when she whispered the word yes. She reached orgasm first, yelling out his name as she did. An excited Henry followed a few seconds later.

  His arms wrapped Agatha as she slipped into a heavy sleep. It seemed impossible that so much had occurred in a single day. She felt like her entire life had been turned upside down and she was currently sharing a bed with her shape-shifting boss. There was a lot that needed to be figured out, but it could all wait until the morning.

  Chapter Seven

  It was the coldest December that the small town of Cryer’s Bluff had ever had. Or so the news said. Agatha smiled whenever she heard that bit of information repeated on the television. She had been hearing it a lot over the last few days, but for the life of her she just couldn’t remember a winter that had made her feel as warm and as full as this one.

  She tuned out the sound of the weather report as she looked out one of the stained windows of Henry’s Manor. Her breath curled in soft, white vapor before frosting against the glass. She wiped it clean with the palm of her hand and continued watching the snow fall on the manor grounds. It was a thick, blanketing layer of white that turned the entire landscape into one uniform, blank canvas.

  Only a single line of gray interrupted the snowy layout, the main road leading up to the manor that had been shoveled and salted and was being kept clear by several snow ploughs that Henry had rented. Agatha smiled at the thought of Henry. Her arms curled around herself and her belly as the familiar warmth that came with thoughts of him filled her up. She could never have thought, in a million years, that she would have found someone like him.

  It had been such a whirlwind of a romance, an absolute fairy tale of a story. Agatha smiled and shook herself as the phrase ‘Cinderella story’ entered her thoughts. She chuckled despite herself and pressed her palm against the cool, stained glass window. “More like beauty and the beast,” she murmured to no one in particular.

  Agatha smiled and closed her eyes. There had been a fair bit of awkwardness at the office in the beginning. After all, it’s not every day that the CEO of a successful company falls for one of the acco
untants.

  The logistics of it, Agatha remembered Henry using that word, the logistics of it had been the trickiest bit to handle. It was hardly appropriate workplace behavior and the tabloids had had a field day with the story, trying their best to make it sound sleazy and unethical. Agatha had known better, deep in her bones, with a certainty she had never before experienced, that this was it, that Henry was the one for her.

  Henry, on their fourth date would confess just as much to her, confirming what she felt as well. He had wanted her to move in with him after the second month of dating, but she was the one who had wanted to take it slow. But despite their precaution, time had flown by so quickly, and before she knew it, she had gotten pregnant. Henry had been ecstatic. And now it was Christmas. Their first Christmas together. Agatha couldn’t stop smiling at that thought.

  “Would Madam care for some tea?” Agatha turned slightly at the sound of Stevens’ voice. He had been one of the best surprises of the relationship she had with Henry. Their first encounter had been a very rushed, panicked “Defeat the rabid werewolf” kind of an affair and even after that, poor Stevens had the considerably large chip of being the butler of what could easily be considered modern day royalty.

  He had quickly proven almost all of Agatha’s preconceived notions wrong. Not only had he been one of the most polite and professional people she had ever met, but more importantly, he had been one of the kindest. In him, Agatha had found not only a trusted confidante but an easy bridge into the lifestyle and culture of the Cranes’.

  Whenever she found herself ‘weirded out’ by the reality of her situation, by Henry’s unique condition, it was Stevens who provided perspective and support to her. He was the one who had guided her into the rituals and traditions and quirks of the Crane household. He was the one who had held her hand while Henry had locked himself in the steel doored basement of the manor during one of his sessions and it was he who had helped Agatha and Henry gain some valuable alone time away from the prying eyes of tabloids and townspeople.

  “Thank you, Mr. Stevens.” Agatha smiled as she accepted the warm drink from him, bringing it to her lips for a quick sip. “It’s delicious!” she said. She had learned early on that Steven was as sensitive to false compliments and praise as any person could possibly be. Any praise that was offered had to be sincere or it would be rebuffed as politely and as sharply as only a British butler could, with impeccable manners and acerbic wit.

  “Thank you Ma’am.” Stevens smiled with the slightest bow of his head and turned to leave.

  “Stevens?” Agatha called after him, stopping him before he could leave “Why did Henry want me here?”

  Steven arched a brow, the corner of his lips twitching ever so slightly as he replied, “I believe it’s called a ‘Christmas party’ Ma’am.”

  Agatha smirked slightly. “Right…..and I’m Jennifer Lopez.”

  Stevens bowed smartly. “Very good Ms. Lopez,” he said and turned to leave crisply

  Agatha couldn’t help but chuckle again. In a world full of magic and werewolves and CEO boyfriends, Stevens helped provide much needed grounding and perspective.

  The sense of anticipation and anxiety that Henry had exhibited when he had asked her to spend Christmas together had surprised her. It was more than the nervousness that any boyfriend might exhibit when taking a step towards commitment, it was….something more… something Agatha couldn’t quite put her finger on. She sighed and downed the rest of her tea, pushing the thought out of her mind. It was their first Christmas together, and she was determined not to let anything ruin it.

  She was about to follow after Stevens into the main dining room when a flash of light from outside caught her attention. She walked up to the stained glass window and peered out at several pairs of headlights making their way up the main path to the manor. A frown crossed her face as the cars, three of them, all black, all expensive looking, stopped at the main door and one by one emptied their passengers. Family, friends and coworkers started entering the building.

  Agatha turned to walk away from the window and stopped abruptly when she saw Henry standing there in the doorway.

  “Oh!” she gasped softly.

  Henry smiled at her. “I…uh…I hope I didn’t startle you.” His arm found its way around her waist and she had to smile at how easy and right it felt to have him touching her.

  “Just a little.” She gently caressed over his lapel, noticing the presence of a white flower there. “You didn’t say there would be guests. Not that I mind.” She looked up at him as he smiled mysteriously and said nothing. They walked together to the top of the stairs and that’s when Agatha realized, looking down at the gathered group of people in the lobby, what this was.

  She looked up at Henry. He smiled at her, that annoying, charming, mysterious smirk of his that always made her go weak in the knees.

  “Dear Agatha,” he began as the people downstairs quieted. “We haven’t known each other that long yet. But the past months have been the best of my life. I couldn’t be happier that we will soon be three. There’s only one thing in the world left that I want. And I hope you want it too.”

  Henry got down on one knee, the people below them clapping and cheering. He held out his hand, the most beautiful ring she had ever seen in his hand. “Will you please be my wife?”

  “Yes,” she murmured, barely audible. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. “Yes!” she said again, loudly this time, as she flung her arms around his neck. He kissed her amidst an explosion of cheers and cries. This had been a wonderful year. And the best was yet to come.

  *****

  THE END

  Bonus Book 5: The Shifting Billionaire's Baby

  Description

  A curvy BBW investigating a murder PLUS a hot billionaire business tycoon leading his pack PLUS a dangerous killer on the loose!

  Roland Davis is no ordinary man. He's a werewolf and Alpha of his pack. As such, Roland has duties, and taking a mate and producing an heir to lead the werewolves after him are chief among them.

  The problem is that there is only one female werewolf left in his pack, and though they’ve been trying for a baby, they haven’t succeeded yet. When she turns up murdered, Roland can't help but feel that he has lost his chance to protect his pack.

  Until he meets curvy detective Claire Doyle...

  Solving murders is Claire's specialty. Despite what her best friend thinks, she doesn't need anything else in her life. She's not looking for a man, not even a hunky billionaire like Roland.

  But as something draws her closer and closer to him, she finds that what she doesn't want might be exactly what she needs.

  When a one night stand has unintended consequences, Roland and Claire have to find a way to cope with dark secrets and an uncertain future. But is love really in the cards for them?

  Chapter One

  Roland could still smell Melissa's blood, even though the police had covered her with a sheet. He stood on the opposite side of the room, watching them work with narrowed eyes. He wanted to stride over to them and demand answers, but this situation was not one where he could intimidate others into submission. They didn't know any more than he did at the moment.

  Melissa was dead in his bed. Murdered.

  As cameras flashed, taking pictures of the blood stains and possible footprints, Roland's hands clenched. Melissa had been a sweet, kind woman. A little too submissive for his personal preferences, but she didn't deserve this. When he learned who killed her, he would kill them. She was a member of his pack, and he was meant to protect her. Failing that, he would have revenge.

  The head of security and his second-in-command, Adam, shifted closer to him. "You know they're going to ask for security footage. Last night—"

  "I'm aware," Roland interrupted. Like Adam, he kept his voice too low for the police to hear. "They will no doubt find it suspicious that we turned off the security cameras."

  The cameras had just been turned back on when Melissa's body w
as found. Roland had been the one to find her, laying in his bed, a knife still in her chest. He ground his teeth together. Apparently she was ready to try to get pregnant again. She had told him more than once that she wanted to be a mother. It was why she had agreed to try with him in the first place. Now she never would have the chance.

  Roland and Adam were the only two born werewolves left in the pack. As Alpha, Roland kept his kind when the full moon rose and transformed his pack into bloodthirsty monsters. Adam, his Beta, had better control over himself than the others, but even he could not fully resist the full moon. Roland needed to take a mate that could bear him children. He needed an heir who would eventually take his place as Alpha, protecting the pack and keeping them in line during the three nights that their wolves took over.

  Melissa had been the only female in the pack, the last since Roland's mother passed. Roland didn't love Melissa and she hadn't loved him. They never felt the connection of being mates, even when they were in bed together. They both knew their duty, though, and had been trying to produce young for the past year.

  After three miscarriages, Melissa had decided that she didn't want to take the heartbreak anymore. They had agreed to take a break until she was strong enough to face the possibility of losing more babies. Roland hadn't thought that would ever happen. In truth, he wasn't sure how much more heartbreak he could take, and if Melissa had been in his room to start trying again, he didn't know if he would have wanted to try.