Destiny of Three (15 page)
Authors: Bryce Evans
Knock, knock, knock.
Joseph answered the door and allowed Larken inside. “We’re all going to the convention center together if you would like to join us.”
“Yes, that would be perfect.” Sindrid picked up his sports coat and put it on. “Joseph, I think only a few of you will be needed tonight. The others can come if they want to, or stay here at the lodge and rest.”
“Yes, Your Majesty. I think they all want to come and see what this place has to offer.” Joseph smiled back at the king.
“I thought they would.” Sindrid chuckled along with Larken as they walked out the door.
“Well don’t you all look good enough to eat.” Jansen and the other mates growled. “Just an expression.” Sindrid smiled back at Joseph who rode in the SUV with him.
“I understand from the pamphlet you gave me that over one hundred paranormals have met their mates here at the dance,” Sindrid said.
“We hope that by the end of this dance there will be more,” Larsen answered.
“You may find your mate too.” Star noted.
“That would be nice.” Sindrid knew it was unlikely, but he didn’t want to sound like he was being too pessimistic.
“Nice convention center,” Joseph said.
“We built it three years ago. We mainly have concerts here, but since the dance has outgrown the lodge we thought this would be better to have them instead,” Larken answered as he pulled into his private parking space. “It’s party time, folks!”
Sindrid looked around the parking lot at all the Valentine’s decorations and got a funny felling in his heart. Something was up; the back of his neck tingled. He scanned the parking lot for any type of danger, but he didn’t see anything. He followed the group inside and smiled as shifters stopped in front of cut-out hearts getting their pictures taken. He inhaled and smelled wildflowers. He loved wildflowers, with all their beautiful colors and spicy scents.
“You okay?” Joseph asked.
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“Your senses seemed to have heightened when we entered the building,” Joseph answered, scanning the area.
“Just all the fun in the air,” Sindrid remarked with a smile.
Larken opened the door to go inside where the dance was being held. Sindrid couldn’t help but smile at all the people dancing.
“Do you always draw this much attention?” Jonas asked. Sindrid looked around and could spot the vampires who were among the crowd. They were staring at him. Most were just babies, and had never seen him.
“They realize their king has arrived,” Reece replied.
“Hey, big brother. About time you guys arrived. I thought for a minute you weren’t coming,” Lilly spoke loudly as the music blared.
Suddenly, it hit him all at once. He turned toward her voice, her scent, and then he saw her. It was her: his mate was here. Sindrid felt like a Mack truck had hit him.
She was a wolf shifter, young, but most of all she was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. He had to have her now.
Lilly turned just in time to see a hulk of a man stalk toward her. He seemed to float on air until he stood in front of her. “Hey,” she said when he didn’t say anything.
“Lilly.” Larken pulled her closer to him. The growl and the man’s glowing eyes got the attention of every vampire in the convention center.
“Don’t touch her,” Sindrid growled.
“Hey buddy, I don’t know who you are, but my brother is the Alpha here and he can do what he wants. You need to back off and get out of my space.” Lilly pointed her finger at him. “Back off, now.”
Sindrid looked down at her tiny finger as she poked him in the chest. He smiled. Even her hands were tiny. “I can’t.”
“And why not?”
“Because you’re my mate,” Sindrid announced.
The End
Also by Bryce Evans
The Ashland Pack
The Love of a Shifter
Destiny of Three
Alpha City
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Excerpt from
Revealed
The Found
Book One
By Caitlyn O’Leary
Chapter One
“Tell me where you came from.”
It always started this way. First the question, then the excruciating pain as the electric paddles were held against her temples. The smell of her burning flesh. Then they would take the rubber bit from her mouth and ask another question. Another question she couldn’t answer.
“How many of you are there?”
She prayed to all the saints her mother taught her that this time she would pass out. It was the only thing to ever stop the questions. Stop the pain.
“I don’t know!” she wailed, as the bit was shoved into her mouth. She squeezed her eyes so tight she saw stars before the shocking red flames took over her very being.
“Where did you come from? Where are the rest of you now?” They yanked the bit from her mouth, making her lip bleed.
“Just tell me what you want me to say…” her voice didn’t sound like her own. For hours or months, she wasn’t sure how long she begged them to tell her what they wanted her to answer. The paddles were again placed on her temples. Fire exploded behind her eyes and her teeth actually tore into the rubber bit.
****
She wasn’t strapped down. She stretched and it felt wonderful, until the pins and needles started. Where was she? She wanted to see if they noticed they forgot to buckle the straps. She tried to look around. She couldn’t. She was blind. They’d blinded her, the shock therapy had blinded her. Oh God. She trembled in horror for long moments before realizing it was her eyelids, they were swollen shut. She tried to touch them to make sure it was the only thing wrong but pain seared her arm.
Moving slowly to restore some circulation to her limbs, she realized she was lying on something soft. Rolling just a little so she wasn’t lying on her arm, she fell on to a hard cement floor. It hurt, it was cold, but at least she could move. Trying to stand up, she used the cot as leverage, but her legs wouldn’t support her.
She crawled and bumped her head against a wall. Using it as a guide she followed it around the small room with cement walls, basically a cell. Mostly empty except for the cot and the toilet, there was a tray with something that felt and smelled like bread and cheese. She wolfed down some of the food, but there wasn’t anything to drink. Crawling over to the toilet she flushed it, then greedily drank handfuls of water.
“Good to see you’re back with us Kelly.” She hadn’t heard any door open or anything else to indicate she wasn’t alone.
“Who are you? What do you want from me?” Cringing at the desperate edge in her voice, she clamped her lips tight. God, how she wanted to beg for water that didn’t come from a toilet, for food, or a blanket, or to go home.
“Who are we? You don’t get to ask the questions, we do. We want to know who all of you are. We know about you and the four others. You all showed up twenty years ago. Why did you come here? Where did you come from?” The woman’s voice was calm and soothing. It was like they were having a polite conversation, but Kelly knew the horror awaiting her at the woman’s command.
“I told you, I don’t remember anything before waking up in Dad’s police car.” Kelly’s voice was raspy from all the screams, but at least it was even.
“But Kelly, Mike Wachowski isn’t really your father now is he?” Again the woman’s speech was calm and soothing. “You appeared out of thin air twenty years ago and were adopted into his family, isn’t that right?”
It wasn’t a question, and Kelly didn’t reply, but suddenly realized what was coming next. She’d forgotten. This wasn’t the first time she’d woken up in this room and drank from the toilet bowl. Doubted it was even the tenth time. It had to be the shock treatments. They were messing with her memory. She didn’t remember when she’d been kidnapped, but it had to have been well over a month,
oh God
, could it have been a year?
She sat there, turning her head away from the direction of the voice. She waited, and then heard more people entering the cell, knowing what came next. Holding up her arms she didn’t have long to wait, they were there, grabbing and dragging her out.
****
“Noooooo-aaaahhhhh!”
“Shove the bit in again. I don’t want her biting through her tongue. Hopefully this new dosage will break down the damn barrier.”
Whatever chemicals they gave her burned as they made their way into her system. She moaned around the rubber bit and struggled with the restraints as the paddles were placed against her temples. Maybe they’d finally kill her and her suffering would end.
First black, then white, and then the red of fire and pain. Coursing through her like molten fire, through every molecule, forcing her to lose control of her bodily functions.
The colors burst in front of her, yellows, purples, pinks and blues. Ripping the head off one wildflower she pushed it against her nose and inhaled the fragrance, and then threw back her head and laughed. The sun was up and warm against her bare shoulders. Charging forward, she giggled as the flowers brushed legs, the soft grass squishy between her toes. She soared over the log in her path, and then she saw him.
Noah was her best friend. She knew he wanted to be alone, but he needed her. Tiptoeing behind him, she jumped up to surprise him as he turned around. He gave her a dark look but she smiled at him and flung her arms wide, watching as his face suffused with laughter. He scooped her up and twirled her around. He was nine and she was five, but their age difference didn’t matter, they were best friends. Grabbing his silky black hair as he twirled her, she hugged his neck, and Kali was content. Nothing was better in her world than loving Noah, he belonged to her.
“Don’t be sad anymore, Noah.”
“I’m not sad, Kali.”
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m leaving with the others.” She’d known. But she didn’t want him to leave. “Kalani, you need to understand, let me show you.” He touched their foreheads together.
“No, I don’t want to see.”
“Open up Kali, you need to see. Let me show you.”
Kali relaxed and let him share the other universe needing their help. He revealed everything. So many things didn’t make sense, but the pain and suffering was easy to comprehend, and more, she could see what it was Noah and the others were supposed to do. It was simple, they were to be themselves and just help a little.
He was right, he had to go, it was important. Kali started to cry. She knew it meant she would have to leave everything she loved, her Nana, the meadow, and everything else, because there was no way Noah was leaving without her.
About the Author
Caitlyn O’Leary was raised in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. She has always been an avid reader. Her earliest creative writing endeavors consisted of “ghost writing” exercises where she pretended to be her younger brothers and sister when she did their homework assignments.
Years in corporate America honed her ability to manipulate words by day and at night she read everything she could get her hands on, including many steamy romances.
Now happily married to her long, tall Texan and living in Southern California, Caitlyn has finally found the time to write erotic happily ever afters. She enjoys swimming, traveling, babysitting for her nieces and nephews, spending time with friends and family, and doing lots of “research” with her husband for upcoming novels.
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