I heard a noise outside the bedroom door. Thinking Wrex was home, my whole being woke up. Fuck, if I were a dog my tail would be wagging. What was this strange power he had over me? I stepped out of his room, wanting to surprise him.
Too bad Jonah stood before me, beaming like the devil. “Romilly, I’ve been looking for you. Are you okay?”
I backed away. “You can drop the act. I know about you. I know you murdered my mom.”
“Good.” He guffawed. “Shoo.” He wiped his forehead. “I’m glad we got that out of the way?” His English accent was long gone. Had it also been an act?
“Why? Why my mom?” I had to know.
“Why did I bite your mom? Blood is thick. I thought if she turned, you’d be more willing to come with me, be my mate.”
“She’s dead. You killed her.”
“I know. See my ability is knowing who will be a powerful shifter or not. I’ve made some of the most impressive mountain lions shifters out there. They all owe allegiance to me.”
“You knew my mom wouldn’t survive?”
“Oh, no. I’ve got to spend a lot of time around someone to know. You my dear have great potential, but it must’ve come from daddy.”
Anger consumed me. Rip out his throat… eat him alive, a screech from inside me urged. My pulse quickened, hammering in my ears. The agony of every bone in my body shattering and resetting, every muscle lengthening, compelled me to my hands and knees. Contorting and shrinking, then growing all over again, I felt myself transform. My skin prickled as fur emerged. Teeth and nails sharpening, primal rage enveloped my being. I smelled the other feline. Jonah had changed quicker. He pounced. My body still ached, but feral instinct propelled me to fight back. Slashing, his claws dug into my eye, the blood blinding me. Furiously, I swiped, striking his flesh, drawing blood. The sweet smell flooded my nose making my stomach rumble. Lunging, I took a bite of him. Blood gushed in my mouth, but Jonah’s cat knocked me over to my back. His fangs sank into my stomach. The pain so intense, disappeared as a familiar roar sounded, calming me. I saw the huge barbary lion, Wrex, before all faded to black.
Naked and freezing, I sat up, gasping for air. Beside me, Jonah in human form lay dead. Through blurred vision, I studied my own bloody body. Wrex, clean and clothed rushed to me. His face full of sorrow like it’d been when Locus died studied me in awe. Some bikers were dragging Jonah’s body away, others were making a fuss over me like Wrex. He crouched on the ground beside me, burrowing into my neck before taking me into his great big arms.
“Did you save me again?” I said into his chest.
“Not this time. I was too late… I shouldn’t have ever left you here alone.”
“Too late?” What did that mean?
“You died.”
“Am I in heaven or hell?”
“Neither.” He laughed. “You’ve come back.”
“But how?”
“It must be your power. Legend says cats have nine lives.”
“I have another question.”
“Ask me anything?”
Dying or not, I felt wild again. “Will you fuck me now?”
Wrex laughed again, but I was dead serious.
From then on, the club called me Nine, claiming I had the nine lives of legend. Did I? I didn’t want to test it. I’d lost an eye, but I’d come back from the dead that night, two hours after I’d perished. It’d been long enough for Wrex to try to heal my wound, give up, call the club members to clean up the scene, shower and dress. They say I was lucky I didn’t wake up in the bottom of the San Antonio River. That was where they put Jonah.
What happened with Wrex and I? Did we fuck and live happily ever after? Well, that’s a story for another time…
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Morgan Jane Mitchell
Award-Winning, Bestselling Erotic Romance and Paranormal author Morgan Jane Mitchell spent years blogging politics and health trends before she rediscovered her love of writing fiction. Trading politicians for bloodsuckers of another kind, she's now the author of bestselling post-apocalyptic fantasy novel, Sanguis City. Her action packed series of vampires, witches, demons and zombies is paranormal romance, dystopia, urban fantasy and erotica in one bite. When Morgan Jane is not creating the city of blood or conjuring up other supernatural tales, she's dreaming up erotic and dark romances.
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Part X
Not as They Seem
South Texas Dark Leopards MC
by Misha Elliott
Prologue
The alarm clock buzzes, sounding as angry as I feel when it rouses me from my sleep. I roll onto my right side and slap the snooze so hard the clock falls off the night stand, still blaring as it crashes to the floor. The impact guts it, scattering four AA batteries across the carpet, as the cover slides under the bed.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, I crawl out of the covers onto the cool slate tiles. If I had to describe how I feel at this moment, a broken clock would be an excellent comparison. Stuck in one moment in time that I will never get back.
Another day broken. Another day without Linda. My eyesight blurs as I pick up the batteries, my tears blinding me as I work them back into the clock. How come I can find a stupid battery and I can’t find my sister? She’s my sister. I should be able to sense her, to think like her. I would give anything to go back in time, and be the bigger person…to say I’m sorry. Make up for all those useless fights over nothing. Return to the way things used to be, when we were two peas in a pod. We are twins, we are supposed
