Nick watched him walk slowly back towards the front door and disappear into the house. Nick found his arse meeting the top of the brick mailbox and sat. A whole range of thoughts and emotions flooded his mind. Nicole, the love of his life, refused to abort their baby. What a choice that must’ve been for her, thinking she would never see him again. The same word kept repeating over and over in his mind. He wasn’t an eighteen-year-old boy. He wasn’t an Alpha. He was going to become the greatest thing in the world, something he had wanted for so long.
He blinked away the tears that fell as the word kept churning, bringing more tears and a sense of being overjoyed. He leapt up from his position and marched on. He was going to be a dad. He didn’t care he had no money. No passport. The weight with the authority over his head. He had to get to England. He didn’t know how he would do it or how long it would take, but he had to find her. And he would.
Chapter Eighteen
I Want My Baby
Nicole shoved off Tynan’s attempt to ‘help’ her out of the aircraft. She marched a few feet in front of him, determined to put as much distance between them as possible. “You’ll enjoy your time here,” he called, “as long as you cooperate of course. The best room we have.”
“And the most heavily guarded I’d wager.”
“No. You will only have one guard necessary.”
“You think I’ll just stay in the room? You don’t think I’ll try to escape?”
Tynan chuckled and pointed directly ahead. A thick, stone tower lay ahead. In the bricks were embedded spikes and nails, some serrated.
“There is only one way in or out of that tower. One staircase. You want to risk it scaling down the thirty-foot wall? I think you’ll find the experience short lived and quite painful. Or you could simply realise this is the only solution in which everyone gets what they want. You get your son and your life. Your bodyguard gets to thank me for my gift.”
“Gift? What gift?”
“Awesome power and the defence against all sickness for starters.”
It wasn’t Tynan that answered. Instead, a voice she recognised brought bile to her throat. Anthony stood waiting for them at the doorway to the tower. The smug smile on his poisonous rat face brought a scowl to Nicole’s face. “What the hell are you doing here?” she snapped.
“I’m your bodyguard.”
Nicole turned to Tynan, “Is this some kind of joke?”
“Not at all. You’ll find young Anthony here is very pleased with the rewards I give for service. I have told him your life is in his hands.”
“Is that supposed to mean anything?” Nicole flashed a look of cold menace to Anthony. “You took my son. I’ll fucking kill you.”
“Give it your best shot,” he replied softly, just before fangs grew out from his casual smile. “Those rewards are awesome. Don’t think I would hesitate to kill you or save you if my Alpha wants it. You want to take a shot at me? Go ahead. Just don’t complain when you are digging your teeth out of the wall.”
“That’s enough,” Tynan sighed, “You have more duties to attend to before nightfall. See that they are carried through.”
Anthony gave a nod and pursed his lips to Nicole before sauntering away.
Nicole followed Tynan up the long, spiral stairs. “You rewarded him for taking my baby by turning him?”
“Not I. Unfortunately, our nature decrees only a pure blood Alpha can create another of our kind by choice. The rest of us might scratch or bite and that can turn another, possibly, but the chances are much more rare. Death and severe sickness is more likely. No, instead I had Talia do it.”
“You made her turn him?!” Nicole cried.
Tynan scoffed. “You make me out to be such a monster. I did no such thing. I simply ensured she bit him while asleep. She wouldn’t have even known.”
“Are you kidding me, and you see nothing wrong with that?”
“It isn’t ideal, granted. But with your boy, these are weaknesses and faults of our kind that can be eliminated.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your son is key. I always thought a tenth-generation child would be the key, but Nicholas escaped me. I never knew about Talia. I don’t know if that says more about Creed’s skills of deception or my lack of awareness. In any case, once an eleventh child was known to me, I knew I had to claim him. I am one of thousands that have been passed over, ignored or pushed aside by fate or design for another. My brother was a lot of things but a good Alpha was not one of them. My father never understood the merit of my wonder at science. He chose Wilson to succeed him due to Wilson being so much like him. Brute strength. Life, like my father, had decided I was not good enough, not strong enough. It was in that vein that I decided to never let fate determine my destination again. Your son’s blood will ensure anyone with enough fortitude to earn an Alpha title will receive it. The world is not given to us. The strong take what they will. No one again will suffer because someone thought they were not worthy. The old ways must die. And with that death comes rebirth. A new generation lead by me and eventually your son. Surely you must see this is the best way.”
“I don’t know what I see. None of this makes sense. You are upset because your father didn’t choose you. I’m sorry, but that doesn’t make you anything