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I know I've been away for a long time, but I've been super busy with writing, family life (major family life), and started working towards my bachelor's degree in English/Creative Writing. I am working on a book, but in the meantime, I've tried a new way to publish a book of mine. So here is a new link to buy my Marked Ones: David and Bryan.

Marked Ones David and Bryan

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HELL’S KINGDOM

BOOK 3

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Damosnisa is one of the Seven Princes of the Hell Realm and he’s been on the hunt for the one bearing the Demon Mark like his. The one Fate deemed his, his Life Companion. Once he has his tracked down, he’ll be able to take over his Kingdom among the Hell Realm, but first, he has to help his brother destroy the ones who kidnapped and harmed his Life Companion and family. Little did he know what would come of it when he set out to create a rescue plan for his brother’s mother-like figure, Jennifer.

His Life Companion, but it wasn’t as simple as finding him. Trouble was a foot and his Greedy Mammon Demon side would not be able to achieve his deepest greedy desires out of his Life Companion. Can he accept what has been laid at his feet?

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Lightning Strike Part 3

Dad was specific about how he was raised. He and Grandfather were meticulous on his schooling. Not only did he attend a top-notch private boys’ school full of humans, but during the breaks his time was full of Magical History, Magical Talents, Magical Balance, Magical Elemental Skills, Magical Herbs, and anything related to Magical Creatures one could fathom. He was the only person alive who had a childhood that consisted of only learning. Not that it didn’t pay off. He’d gained a full ride to Magical/Human World College, the top-notch college in the world. Upon exiting, he held a position in the Magical/Human Revelation World. Or he did. Who knew where he’d be in a few minutes thanks to his Dad? The job he worked hard to gain over the last three years might be washed down the drain before he got a month into it.

“Do as you were told by me, boy. I taught you long before I left this world. Listen to what I taught you, no one else and you will do find.”

The voice came to life from the depths of his mind, creating shivers across his arms. His father, not dad, but biological father, who along with his mother, and three other siblings had been wiped out by the Orgs when he was eight. The man he referred to as Dad and Grandfather had been his nanny and his father’s right-hand man. The fateful night his family met their demise his father ran into the room with his grandfather and ordered his grandfather to get him and his dad out. The next thing Jeffery knew he'd been shuffled into a dark, musky-smelling secret passageway behind his iron-posted headboard. He never saw his birth family again. He knew his grandfather went back for them after stashing him and his dad at some safe house on the outskirts of the family land that was tucked some miles deep in the woods. Upon his return Jeffery’s grandfather told his dad in hushed tones and where he thought Jeffery couldn’t hear that the Orgs left only bits and pieces behind. His dad’s response had been Orgs and their damn axes all be to the Elemental Pits of Effery Cove. Jeffery knew even back then what it meant, he was a child king to a kingdom that no longer existed. The Orgs had been demolishing every kingdom they came across for years upon years, most putting up a fight and causing a hardship on themselves for years before they lost the battle to the Orgs. His father had been no different. Him and the Orgs had been in a constant state of battle for over twelve years, as long as he and his above-him sister had been alive. The two of them knew nothing different than the results of a day’s battle, but they knew their father came home to them each night and read to each of them. Or he read to his four eldest daughters and to his young son, his heir, the future king of the Kingdom of Effery Cove, he taught lessons of what his life would be like. It was those lessons that Jeffery retold himself night after night for the first five years after losing his family. After that time frame, his anger for retribution faded into a desire for a life of his own and he began to work towards that goal since he knew there would be no kingdom for him to rule. No one knew him to be alive and no one knew his true identity.

“It is time they do. Elder Summar knows who you are, son, and he will make sure your position is restored. Now, do as you are told.”

“Fine, young King of Effery Cove. We will do this the hard way.” The old crumpled-looking man snapped his fingers and chains wrapped around his wrist as a man appeared to hover over him.

“Who . . . Where did you come from?”

“I’ll take the Futurity Teller,” he reached behind Jeffery’s back, snatching the foolscap from his hands. “And as for you,” The burly, well-built man who reminded him of how his grandfather looked when they first fled his castle, faced his dad and touched the top of his forehead.

His dad slumped to the side, landing with a thud.

“What did you do? Is he hurt?”

“The Stealer of Life’s Future is perfectly fine, just subdued for travel. He is unlike us.”

“What’d that mean?” Dad was as magical as he was.

Lightning Strikes Part 2

His dad uncurled the paper and held it up in the air, smiling at the paper. “Come stand beside me, Jeffery. Hurry, we don’t need to stay here long.”

He moved so he stood beside his dad, who lowered the paper down to waist height. “You need to study this and remember what it says. It is important to your history and your life. It will save it or . . .” Dad’s hand shook, causing the paper to waver. “This is what we’ve always taught you about your entire life.”

Jeffery rested his hand over the side of his Dad’s and took the paper from him. He stared down at the foolscap wondering where the fancy writing was. He’d been told day after day for ten years by his father and grandfather that their family history was written on some ancient sheet of an unusual-sized piece of paper. He never believed a word of their stories, it all seemed make-believe to him because they held no proof of such paper. Oh, he’d heard of the paper and saw them in books, but why would some Magical Beings family history be written on a foolscap? Dad swore to him only the Old Ones wrote on an 8 X 13 size paper with quill and ink. Okay, that part actually made sense. How else would someone back from George Washington’s time write? He guessed he was lucky and it wasn’t on a clay tablet in picture form. Still, there was nothing on the paper, so what was he supposed to be looking at? From what he’d been taught and what his dad just told him he was supposed to learn his family history and where he came from since the Orgs took out his entire family before his entire fifteenth. Birthday. 

“Can I help you with something, young man?”

Jeffery spun to find a crumbled-in-, on himself, long, whited-haired man leaning against a wooden walking stick that stuck a good foot above his head. A voice he’d not heard in over six years came to mind.

“Elder of Summar, you must kneel, boy. Now!”

Why had his dead father’s voice sprung to life inside his mind? He’d not heard it since the day before the Orgs attacked. It put an intense, deep ache in his bones, but he did as it said, yet he tucked the foolscap behind his back. Whatever his Dad had stolen, Jeffery was sure he wasn’t supposed to have it if his birth father, King Effery of the Effery Cove told him an Elder of the Elemental Gods stood in front of him.

Jeffery clenched the ancient sheet of paper, praying the Elemental God failed to notice how his hands were stashed behind his back. Luck was not on his side. The Elemental God pointed at him and crooked his long, hair-covered dart-tipped-like finger at him.

“Stand and extract the Futurity Teller the Stealer of Life’s Future has taken from its protective case.”

Jeffery took a huge breath and told himself to puzzle through what he’d been told to do by the old fool. Not that he’d even call an Elemental God an old fool to his face. The only paper he. Could extract was the one behind his. Back, which meant it had to be the Futurity Teller. The name itself led Jeffery to believe it had to tell the future of something, but what? And since his father took it from the case, he had to be what the old wisen man referred to as the Stealer of Life’s Future.

What was a Stealer of Life’s Future? Dad would steal nothing. He’d rather cut his hand off than do so. He wore my rear-end out when I stole a candy bar.  What was going on?

Free Write Story - Lighting Strikes

Lighting Strikes

Part 1

Jeffery crept through the hallway, holding his breath. The least bit of sound or air would set off the magical detectors placed around the Historical Sector of the All-American Supernatural Museum. His dad’s mission didn’t seem all that unheard of when they left the house, but the closer. The two of them got the worse the idea seemed. His dad had been in a hell of a lot of trouble lately and never explained what he’d been up to. Jeffery never pressed him for a reason either, nor did he ask for an explanation for this little excursion of theirs. He feared what his father might say. The guy was getting older and forgetful, as hard as that was for them both to admit.

His dad pointed ahead of them, grinning like a loon.

Jeffery’s stomach clinched soon as he took in the large glass case enclosed by felt red ropes like they use in theaters and casinos, as well as, well museums to rope off the secured areas. No way the two of them would get past them without setting off any kind of alarm. And the only thing his father made prevalent before they left is they’d be returning with an item of great value. Guess that should have clued him in on how tight security would be. Stupid him.

He grabbed his father’s shoulder, halting him before he reached out and grabbed the rope. He lifted both eyebrows at him.

He got a shake of the head back in return and his father shook his hold off only to snatch the rope and unhook it from its clip.

Jeffery held his breath, but no blaring filled the room. No flashing lights cut through the air. He all but released a huge breath, but halted before he did. Such an act would have indeed set off an alarm of some kind. Father gave him that warning.

Father snatched his arm and dragged him closer to the glass case, tapping the edges of it. He mimed lifting the lid and setting it aside. Jeffery nodded at his dad and then helped him remove the lid. His dad snatched the item and rolled it up tucking it under his shirt then rushed back the way they came.

They were back outside the museum before Jeffery blinked. His dad walked them over to a well-lit area and extracted the stolen piece of paper.

“What is it, dad?”

Just a Free Write

 

Could not find a prompt that interested me today, so I sat down and just free wrote the start of something for you guys. Hope you all enjoy it.

Let your imagination soar.

It’d been a long time since I called on my talent and for good reason. Last time I did so, dozens died, but if I didn’t do so millions might lose their lives according to the vision Luca, Prince of the Clairvoyant, rambled to me in his drunken state six nights ago. He’d not meant to tell me. After he spilled his beans and sobered up, he came begging me to keep my mouth shut. Prince Luca said it was of the utmost importance. Life or death, mine and his apparently. His father had issued a gag order on him and if King Harry discovered his son broke it he’d lynch him in front of his subjects to prove how serious it was for people to obey his directives. I’d just be a sideshow to ensure that no one else discovered the secret his son spilled. I knew King Harry’s wrath firsthand, didn’t need a second show of it.

Didn’t mean my gut allowed me to sit aside and let the world come to an end when I could do something to stop it. And King Henry knew I could have stepped up and ceased the problem at hand. Why had he not come to me? Did he still despise my past acts so much that he would let the world end before he asked me for help? Surely not. It was my ability to forestall what was to come that had me groping in a lily pond to find the perfect aged toads and baby lily pads for the spell required. Heck fire, next I’d be transporting myself into the Spirits Graveyard to gather some ancient dirt from Lord Dracula’s resting place. The other four ingredients weren’t as complicated to locate, but were tricky to convince sellers to sell to me. After my last fiasco, High Priest Eric put a limit on what I was allowed to cast and therefore monitored what I bought. I’d never once gone to a black-market seller before, mainly because I’d not cast a spell in over five decades, but even if I had wanted to I never would have debased myself to go to one.

Guess I will be. There was no way around it. What was a little shame if the world survived? People could think what they wished of me long as they were alive to do so.

Monday's Photo Opening Lin

Hi,

Hope your week is starting off on the right foot, if not, then maybe this photo opening line will help. And if not just think about you have a short work week, (or school week if you're in college) and get to spend time with family and friends on Thursday.

Here's the photo for the week and here's what came to my mind when I saw it.

Photo opening line: She'd waited twenty-one years to be invited to the Magical-Shifter Academy and of course it came when she was dressed to the nill. What a wrong impression they'd get. Right the opposite of me. The dress I wore wasn't even mine. I couldn't even afford to rent it, I borrowed it from my best friend. Shit, how will I get it back to her?

Photo Credit to: Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/shrikeshmaster-4115921/?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=2449970">Shrikesh Kumar</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com//?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=2449970">Pixabay</a>

Okay, little more than an opening line, but it got away from me. Think it would make for a great story.

Let me hear what you would have written.

Let you imagination soar when you read and write.

Julia

Cover Reveal for Lies Don't Matter

 Lies Don't Matter Cover is here. I do not have a release date at this time or the blurb ready, but I wanted to share the amazing cover that got designed this time round. Hope you all love it. I will post the blurb and release date soon as I have them ready.

Cover Reveal: Marked Ones Caleb and Taylor

 Hi,

Just got the cover for the final book of the Marked Ones Series. Finally time to find out who Caleb's Keeper is. Do not have a release date yet, but it will be in April. But first, I wanted to let you see the amazing cover.

Trade In and Up Chapter 9

 

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Chapter 9

Did Special Agent Preston Clarkson think just because he believed we were destined to be together and that John was dead that I was going to fall into his bed? Fuck that. I mean I loved his Dominant vibe. Loved how he called me Boy. Responded to it. Longed to keep hearing it. But he was a freaking werewolf. Nuh-uh. No way. No relationship with animals. Although . . . Was he an animal? Animals could not talk. He was talking to me. Ugh . . .

So confused.

“Boy, it’s been a rough few hours for you. Lay down on the bench. I’ll sit below and keep you from falling off. You rest until we arrive.”

The offer appealed to me. Needed time to process what all had happened and had not had it. Sleep would help. I stretched out and used my arm as a pillow. Soon as I closed my eyes, my body subcumbed to sleep.

“Special Agent Clarkson is the one I give you over to.” John smiled at me as he hovered over me. “He will take care of you. Guard you. Protect you. Care for you. Guide you” His hand came up and cupped my face. “He will ensure your life was all that I have failed to do over the last couple of years. Let him take care of you. Promise me, Boy.”

“Master,” I sat upright, expecting to fall off the bench, but I did not. “How are you here? I saw you die?”

“Afterlife Scape, a talent of my families. We were not werewolves, but held magical abilities. I did not receive many. Mine rested more in the afterlife abilities, like this one. I can project myself to people from the afterlife for a short time.”

“Why did you never tell me, Master?”

“Never thought I’d have to use it with us.” His smile was just as I remembered it. Not the last few years, but from before Mr. Julian. The one I longed to put on him. “I know you are fearful of what you have learned. And you should be. It is hard to accept. To comprehend, but it is all real. I promise, Boy, I would not lie to you in life, or death. You know this to be true.”

I did. I’d trust him over anyone else, even in my dreams.

“Then I am safe with Special Agent Preston Clarkson.”

“More than. He will become your Master. He is the one I am passing my Boy onto. Accept him and the life he can give you.”

“he wants me to become a wolf.” How did one do that to start with? Did I have to be torn to pieces like in the movies?

“Take time and discuss the process with your Master like you would have me. Then make the decision that you know is best for you. I have faith in you to make the one that your Master says is best for you. You always have. Always will. I love you, Boy. Just remember that. Remember that your Master is giving you to your new Master, Master Preston.”

“Wow, there, Boy. It’s alright.” Special - - No, Master Preston caught me before I toppled off the bench. “You okay, Boy?”

Was I?

Trade In and Up Chapter 8

 

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Chapter 8

The walk back to the van, which they’d hidden just inside the tree line, was way shorter than I thought. “Thought I went further than that?”

“Human feet are slow.” Jackson snorted.

“Hush it.” Special Agent Preston Clarkson thumped Jackson on the back of his head. “Behave or I’ll make you stick your head out the window.”

“You would not.”

“Try me.”

My feet halted and I doubled over, holding my stomach with both hands. It’d been years since I’d seen someone other than me and John good around. It warmed me from the inside out and gave me the humor I needed to proceed with what was taking place around me.

“Glad I amuse you.” Jackson slammed and then there was a slamming door.

“Ignored him, Boy.” Hands ran through the my hair down to my neck, gripping it tight, squeezing. “Ready to get back in the van so we can get back to my territory?”

Territory? Right. Werewolf leader. Werewolf. Shit. What was I doing thinking about werewolves? I mean I saw it. Felt it on my back. Damn it all to hell. I needed my Master. John would never have let me get so involved in this mess.

“Come on, Boy. In the van.”

Without thinking my feet moved and I was inside the back again, but this time Special Agent Preston Clarkson was sitting beside me on the bench.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you stay calm, Boy.”

Other words, ensure I don’t jump from the van again. Hadn’t been the wisest move. Guess not. On my own behalf, I had not know they were werewolves. Lord have mercy. That sounded so fucking strange.

“We’ve got a three hour drive going the backroads.” Jackson fired up the van and pulled back onto the road. “Baring no more unexpected stops.”

“Gives us time to get to know one another.”

Did not know how much more I wanted to know about the spot I was in. Looked as if I was trading one running from a bad guy into having to run from two and on my own. I was no good at doing this. I would be caught by one or both within hours of leaving them. All I had done by leaving with Special Agent Preston Clarkson was trade in and up my trouble. Wasn’t it?

“You will love my homeland. It’s full of woodland to explore in wolf form an - -“

“I’m not wolf.”

“You will be soon as we complete the bonding. I mean now that you are single, I assume that we will - -“

“You think . . . There is no way in hell that I am becoming a wolf. End of story.”

Life and Love Lessons Chapter 37 (Final Chapter)

 

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Chapter 37

It’s okay. I invited them.

What? Why?

Wanted us all to talk as a group. Had not expected us to get . . .

Lost in each other’s body.

Yeah. Sorry, Alvin.

“Have a seat gentleman.” Alvin slid back, tugging Rex’s jeans up and over his throbbing cock. “Afraid these aren’t going to fasten.”

“Don’t mind seeing him.” Fabin chuckled. “He’s a beauty.”

“That he is.” Alex smiled over at Rex. “But I doubt he called us here to catch you two in the act.”

“I didn’t.”

“Think Rex had all us getting on the same page on his mind and his little mind took over.” Fabin winked at Rex, getting a growl from him. “Couldn’t resist baby. You looked amazing with your cock down his throat. Just needed mine in your mouth to complete the image in my mind.”

That was a picture Rex could get behind.

“Was not expecting to get so . . .”

“Distracted.” Alvin sat Rex between his legs, hugging him in tight. “We are all a family now, so time we start working as once. Don’t you two think?”

“We do.” Alex and Fabin said in unison.

“Long as Rex is on board and I’d say he’s mor than on board.” Fabin snorted.

“With him on board,” Alvin kissed the side of Rex’s neck, “it is up to each of you when your bond with him. The rest of our time will be worked out as we go. I have to figure out a place to buy that is off of Coven Land that we can all reside on.”

“What!”

Rex winched when Fabin and Alex both shouted.

“I can not live on Coven Land and lead the Mixed Breed world.”

Rex had not considered that, but he was sure that went the same way with Alex and Fabin. And himself. Or did he have to live on anyones’ land since he was Mixed Breed.

“Still some things to work out, but we will get there.” Rex sighed. “Until I decide when I will mate with each of you, I will remain at my fathers and continue to learn about being a Mixed Breed.”

“Sounds fine to me.”

Rex relaxed against Alvin at the first agreement between all of them. Things would still be dicey until they came to learn each other, but working as a group, as a family, would make it easier. Meaning he’d be able to focus on learning about who he was.

“Life is going to be much better now.”

“That it is, Rex.” Alvin rested his chin on Rex’s shoulder. “And to make sure, we will check in with each other weekly to make sure that we are all getting our needs met. Especially, our mate.”

It had been a strange road to get to where he was, but Rex had to admit, it felt nice to know that so many people would care for him for the rest of his life.

Life and Love Lessons Chapter 36

 

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He’d spent all night curled up on the bed in the fetal position, going back and forth about what to do. It wasn’t until the sun come up and that Rex strapped on his shoes and socks and marched out of the house that his next move cam to him.

Mixed Supernatural Councilman Alvin Thomas, I’d like to speak with you.

Where are you?

Backyard under the willow tree. Come sit with me.

He sent a text to Fabin and Alex, asking them to join him in an hour. Gave him just enough time to strike up a new arrangement with Mixed Supernatural Councilman Alvin Thomas, if they were able to work one out.

“Hey, beauty.”

“Alvin.” Usage of his first name felt wrong, but it made it feel more less formal. “Join me. We have to work through this.”

“I’d like that.”

There was something different about his tone. His face wasn’t it’s normal perky self. There was a . . . ‘What is wrong?”

“I spoke with your father last night.”

“You know about Alex then.”

“I do. I also know you ran from him.” A loud sigh escaped him. “Was that my doing as well? Have I driven you to hate your Mixed Breed side like your father believes?”

Last night Rex debated on that. He didn’t hate Warlocks. Werewolves. And he did not hate . . . There was nothing wrong with being a Mixed Breed. Not one bit. Rex just did not understand what it meant to be one. He had to learn. That took time. He was all for that, or he had been until Alvin  came onto the scene.

“I do not hate anyone, not even you.”

“Then if I give you time and space, do you think we can work through our differences.”

Rex wondered about that too, and he’d came to the conclusion that they would be. Soon as he opened his mind to what was taking place around him.

“It is me pushing away as much as you pushing forward.” Rex took hold of Alvin’s hand, tugging him down beside him. “How about we both work on less pushing and just be ourselves. Get to know one another. Let what happens between the partners happen. Not worry about who gets bragging right. It’s not a competition. After all, we will be a family from this point forward. Right?”

A full fledge smile spread across Alvin’s face as he leaned in and claimed Rex lips. Instead of rebelling at his touch, Rex pressed into him, soaking in the warmth from his manly hands that rested on his hips. The longer their lips pressed into one another the clearer his mind came and the wider his desire for Alvin grew. Desire hit him so fast, that he did not even realize he had shoved Alvin onto his back and straddled his hips.

My Mate, I love the feel of you, but . . .

I know. I did. It made no sense. Rex had not came out here to jump the man. Never even crossed his mind. Something inside him had broken wide and all he could taste was his own desire mingled with Alvin’s.

Do we stop?

No. Don’t want to. Think now that I’m not pushing you away I’m more open to what my mind is truly saying.

Stupid as it sounded, he must have been blocking his own feelings with his refusal. Ugh. Life was so complicated. Mom always told me it was. Never believed her. Not sure she meant quite that way, but . . .

His mind spun as his back was pressed onto the ground and Alvin’s midsection thrust against him. Rex spread his legs, letting Alvin’s body fall between them.

You feel amazing, My Ture Mate.

You do to. Don’t stop.

Warm hands slipped under his shirt, coming to rest over his puckered nipples. A light pinch to them had Rex’s hips thrusting upwards, groaning.

Love hearing you making sweet noises for me.

Keep touching me like that I’ll make more than noise. He’d be shouting for all the Coven to hear.

Moisture against his bare chest pulled a gasp from him and had his arms wrapping through Alvin’s hair. A light push down was all it took for Alvin to move faint little bites down Rex’s chest as his hands fumbled with the button on his jeans. The material parted and Rex lifted his hips, letting Alvin push them past his hips, accepting the tiny nips.

“Amazing.”

Going to get lots better, My Ture Mate.

Warm heat wrapped around Rex’s cock just as the grass crunched around them.

Alvin whipped his head up, snarling.

 

Life and Love Lessons Chapter 35

 

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Single bag packed and window opened. One more look around the nice room Dad had given him. Dad and him had not had enough time to get to know one enough, but it was best if he left before that happened. His life was going down the wrong path and it was time he took control of it again. He threw one leg out the window and then the other, dropping down to the ground. He made three steps, running into a solid brick wall.

Arms wrapped around him, tugging him into a hot body. His leg game up, landing right where he aimed. All he got was a loud grunt and to fall to the ground along with whoever had him.

Will you quit fighting me, My True Guardian Mate.

Damn. He’d been caught. How? No one knew what he had planned.

I can feel every emotion and thought you have, My True Guardian Mate.

What the fuck? Not fair.

I do not like using that on you, but until you begin to open up to me. Accept me as yours. Give me the same chance you give your wolf mate . . . I will do what I must to protect what my animals know is mine. You would do the same if you gave us a chance.

“I belong to no one. Get that through your head. I am my own person and always will be. Until you get that in your fucking mind we have nothing to say to one another.” Rex slammed his fist into his chest, breaking free this time and marched around the house, running smack dab into a tall drink of water.

“Wow! Beautiful. Where did you come from.”

“Could ask you the same thing.” Rex had never seen the man before. He had to be a Warlock. But what shocked Rex more was the draw he felt to the man. “What’s your name?”

“It does not matter what his name is.” Mixed Supernatural Councilman Alvin Thomas came around the corner. “He has nothing to do with you, mate.”

“Fuck off.” I titled my head at the hottie and walked by him, taking one backward look at him, liking that he watched me walk away.

Rex  made it back to the porch before the door was open and Dad appeared in the doorway. He did not look happy, but he was not angry either. He simply opened his arms. Rex needed the safety of his Dad. The loving embrace of a parent. His life was out of control. Had been for so long. He thought it would get better when his Dad help him bring Mr. Chamberland down, but it had only gotten worse thanks to Mixed Supernatural Councilman Alvin Thomas.

“Was you just talking to Alex?”

“Tall. Auburn colored hair that covers his brow and ears, but shaved in the back. Bright blue, rounded eyes that no one could take their eyes away from?”

“Fits.”

“Yes. But asshole interrupted us.”

“He also caught you sneaking away he said.”

“Was trying to leave him.”

“What about those who care about you as much as he does?”

“He does not care. He wants to control.”

“He wants to be your mate. That is all. You are stubborn as your mother.”

“Like that idea.”

“Not a compliment, son.”

Felt like one.

“You have to take time to get to know him.”

Did not.

“Coven Leader,” the soft voice from a few moments ago had my cock stirring, “Aspen, I know it is late, but may I speak with you and your son?”

Dad looked down at him, getting a nod. Rex did not mind talking to the sweet looking man. What was wrong with him? Why was he so attracted to the guy? He was not Fabin. Fabin was his mate. The one that deserved all his attention. That was . . Rex did not find Mixed Supernatural Councilman Alvin Thomas attractive. Did he? What did he look like? He was not hard on the eyes. It was his . . . he had to learn that he could not control everything in his life. Once he got that they might could speak.

“Come inside.”

Rex followed his dad inside with Alex bringing up the rear. His eyes were on Rex’s eyes, which only increased Rex’s desire for him. Also his confusion. His dad took the recliner, leaving the sofa for the two of the. Alex seemed to life it. Rex was a bit uneasy about it, but . . . not either.

“I’m not sure if your son picked up on why I am here.”

“I do not think he has.” Dad’s comment had him sitting up taller.

“He is having a hard time accepting his Mixed Breed side.”

He was not. Was he?

“I’m not sure if I know what you mean? I am not up to date on what has been going on with your family. I do not listen to gossip and have just returned from visiting my family out West.”

Rex listened as his dad quickly explained about him being a mixed breed and that he had a true guardian mate as well as a werewolf mate. Alex sat there with a wide open mouth, shifting his attention back and forth between dad and him. Rex was still trying to grasp that the man though they were mates. It did explain why he was attracted to the man. It also . . . if he had a Warlock mate, and a werewolf mate, then that meant he could at some point and time meet a mixed breed mate, leaving him with . . . Fuck. Meant that he did indeed have a True Guardian Mate. Even if he did not like the prick. Okay, prick might be a hard description. He was controlling. Came along with his position. It also meant that Alex had to sit down and speak with Mixed Supernatural Councilman Alvin Thomas before anything could take place between them as well. Fuck. Life really sucked ass.

Rex jumped up and ran to his room, slamming the door. He heard his dad tell Alex it was not him being his mate, that everything was becoming overwhelming and that Mixed Supernatural Councilman Alvin Thomas was not making things easier on him.

Understatement. Maybe he wasn’t making it easy on Mixed Supernatural Councilman Alvin Thomas either. Maybe the two of them need to sit and have a indepth conversation. Or a mind to mind one.

Life and Love Lessons Chapter 34

 

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Chapter 34

“Hold up, baby.” Fabin snagged his arm before he could retreat into his bedroom.

“I need space.” Rex’s words had not been meant to hurt Fabin, but the sting of them was more than apparent when he stepped back. “not from your, honey. Come here.”

“I will not force myself on you in any manner.” Fabin remained motionless with his head down.

“I know that, honey. Come inside with me.” Rex took his arm, tugging until Fabin came across the threshold. “My comment was not directed at you.” He shut the door behind Fabin and then pressed himself into the front of Fabin, letting his arms slipped around his body, hands resting as low as possible on his back. He all but had a handful of his ass. “I never want space from my Wolf Mate. Never.”

Fabin rested his head on top of Rex’s and sighed. “I told him you would not like how he handled things, but . . .”

“I do not care about him.” Rex cared less about him than he did . . . Okay, maybe he wouldn’t go as far as to say Mr. Chamberland, but . . . . Mixed Supernatural Councilman Alvin Thomas ranked right down there with him. “He is going to be a thorn in my side, just like Mr. Chamberland was. I eradicated him, I’ll do so with this asswipe.”

“Baby,” Fabin squeezed him tighter, sighing as their bodies rubbed against one another. “As much as I long for the day that we are together, I know that day will not come unless you come to terms with Mixed Supernatural Councilman Alvin Thomas. He is your True Guardian Mate. That gives him the say over all your other mates.”

Sucked ass. “I’ll find away to get him to release me.”

“He will not do so. I would not do so if I was in his spot.”

“You would if your Mate asked you to.”

“You think way to kindly of me.” Fabin kissed his head. “Come, let’s sit.” They walked over to the bed and sat down. “Least you got him to change the order he initially gave me.”

“I did.” Rex was on Fabin’s lap before he took his next breath.

Their lips locked as his hand slid up and under Fabin’s shirt, pushing it up. The shirt was just hitting the floor when someone knocked.

“We’re busy.” Fabin growled.

“Sorry, Beta Fabin, but Coven Leader Aspen sent me to bring you and your mate to his room.”

“Damn dad, cock blocking me.”

Fabin’s loud chuckle shocked Rex so bad he fell backwards. Would have hit the floor if Fabin’s large hands had not stopped him.

“Smooth move, honey.”

“What’s smooth is your gorgeous skin. I can’t wait to taste every inch of it.”

“Dad can wait.” Rex reached for Fabin’s jean buttons, but Fabin’s large hand stopped him. “Soon, Wolf Mate. We will have one another soon. First, we deal with the matters at hand. Then . . .” he leaned in and claimed Rex’s lips, pressing so hard that there was sure to be bruises.

They parted and Rex clambered to his feet. Bit dazed, which meant Fabin had to hold onto him until his mind cleared enough to work. Then they made their way to his dad’s bedroom.

Rex knocked and then opened the door. They were waved in. “Why are we in your bedroom?”

“My office has been taken over.”

Lord this is all his fault. He just needed to leave and be done with it all. Fabin did not need a mate who he could not bond to. Dad did not need Mixed Supernatural Councilman Alvin Thomas up his ass all the time. Not like he did not have enough high powered people among his house from day to day with his dad, grandfather, and great grandfather. He did not need one more. Best thing for them all was for Rex to leave.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay, before Fabin and I discussed a few Mate related things.”

“What?” Rex lifted an eyebrow. “Thought Mr. Jackass From Hell had all the say about that.”

“First,” Dad might have his stern tone on, but his smile refuted his rebuff. “Do not disrespect higher ups. I’m sure your mom taught you better than to be disrespectful to anyone.”

He was right. She would kick his ass for behaving so, but he was tired of everyone trying to live his life. It was not in his nature to have others control him. His mom and dad had let him have say of what he did since he was old enough to think for himself. Mom said one day it would come in handy. He’d not understood exactly what she meant then, but he did now. She had done her best to prepare him for his strong, overbearing, controlling, leadership, ruling wolf that lurked below his skin. She had hoped her brother would have nurtured that and honed his skills, but instead . . . He’d been faced with learning on his own. Turned out what he learned was wrong. Mostly. The barbaric lifestyle the Chamberland Pack had led did not have an updated textbook of how werewolf life was. Nor did they care to provide him with a Mixed Breed handbook when they found out he was one. All they did was hide the fact. And his father had yet to hand him one for the Witch way of life. His life was in the shit tanker and until it was . . . He did not need to be bonding to anyone. That much about what Mixed Supernatural Councilman Alvin Thomas restricted him to made sense. Not for the reason he stated, but it was of sound mind. Rex’s wolf wanted his wolf mate, which was natural, but he could hold his wolf tail until they had a better understanding of just what was taking place in his life. Didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun with Fabin until then. Not mess with his mind. Nope. Mr. Jackass had done enough of that all ready. Then again . . . Fabin deserved a mate he could bond with. Rex could not be that any time soon, if ever. He was unsure if he’d be able to convince Mr. Jackass to reject him. If not . . . There’d never be a bonding allowed between him and Fabin. Yep. The best thing for them all was for him to leave. That was his next move.

“Second, he does, but you are still underage according to Supernatural Law, so that means all mating issues must be ran by me. Him and I have already discussed him overstepping his bounds. He’s apologized and is arranging to work from a hotel in town until you are ready to get to know him. Until then . . .” Dad smiled at Fabin, “Fabin and I need to lay out a few ground rules. Do you not agree, Beta Fabin?”

Fabin nodded. “With Rex present to agree on what we come up with. I will not exclude him from his own life. It will not set well with him.”

“That is why you are such a great mate for my son. You understand him. Care for him. Did not run away screaming when Mixed Supernatural Councilman Alvin Thomas came into the picture.”

“He should have.” Rex muttered and flopped onto the side of his dad’s bed. “He deserves a better mate than me.”

“I have the perfect mate.” Fabin came to stand in front of me, kneeling so we were face to face. “Never think I believe different. I would chose no other for myself.” He rested his hand on my knees and glanced at Rex’s dad. “What do we need to discuss?”

“There can be no bonding, you know that much, both of you. Right?” We both nodded. “I do not see a reason to forbid anything else from him. He is old enough to know what he wishes to do. As much as that give me the willies to think about my son being old enough to have sex, he is. But . . . I want you both to think about what that means for you both. There is not an easy road ahead of you. The more intertwined your wolves are the worse things can become for you later on if things go awry.”

No words were truer, which was why Rex had decided to leave tonight. Without making love to his wolf mate. Best if he did not know what he would be missing. His wolf mate would pine for him, but he would eventually give up and move on. Find another. Have the life Rex could not give him.

“We okay on all this, Rex?”

“Yes.”

“That’s all I wanted.” Dad held his hands up. “Fee to go back to whatever you were doing.”

“I want some food.”

Fabin smiled and stood, holding his hand out. “Then let’s go find something to eat.”