His Choice (4 page)

Balin reached out and gripped Fawkes’ shoulder with his free hand. “You’ll find your place and when you do, we’ll be by your side.”

With that they cut the cake, drank, ate, and enjoyed the party that his friends had thrown for him. He needed to get out of his pity parties and get over himself.

After he said his goodbyes, he went back to the triad’s home and picked up his duffle bag. He’d come to their home with nothing but the pants and boots he wore, but had at least collected a few clothes and belongings in the process.

Jamie hugged him hard, but he pulled away, knowing he needed to let the triad find their way as new parents without him. It was odd that he was going to another home with a new baby in the midst, but at least he knew how to change diapers now.

He shuddered at the thought but went to Hunter’s side in the backyard anyway. Babies wouldn’t scare him away, damn it.

Well, maybe.

“Ready?” Hunter asked.

“Yep. Thank you for this.”

“It’s no worries. You’ll be staying in the guest house behind ours. I would have given you the guest room, but Leslie is staying there.”

“Leslie?” Fawkes asked. “She’s Dorian’s sister right?” He’d heard about the male wolf who had almost killed Becca and Hunter and vaguely remembered the submissive sister who was on his friends’ side of the almost-war.

Hunter nodded, a shadow passing over his eyes before he blinked them away. “She’s a good girl.” He let out a snort then shook his head. “I say girl, but she’s only twenty years younger than me.”

Fawkes frowned. “So that would make her around forty then. Still pretty young in the scheme of things.”

Hunter raised a brow. “Still older than you.”

“Most people are in our line of work.”

“Okay, let’s get to the den. Since the den is still in the human realm, we’re not going to open a portal like most people do. It’s more of a gateway to reach beyond our shields. Our den, like most, is located deep within a forest. You can usually make it there by foot, but there’s no point in doing so when we can open the gateway.”

Fawkes nodded, letting all the knowledge he could gleam seep in. He wanted to know all about the realms that he could. Since he wouldn’t be returning to hell anytime soon, knowing everything he could about all others couldn’t hurt.

Hunter opened the gateway and Fawkes stepped through. Rather than the normal fire and brimstone portal he was used to, this was almost a breath of fresh air. Soon he found himself standing amongst the trees, the scent of wolf and Pack filling his nostrils.

Becca, who had come back to the den earlier to put Hazel to bed, stood in the doorway of their home and waved.

“Good to see you, Fawkes,” she called. “Hunter will show you where you’re sleeping and in the morning, come right on in and we’ll have breakfast and show you around.”

“Thanks, Becca.”

Hunter stalked toward his mate, that single-focused determination making Fawkes uncomfortable. “Go to sleep, my mate. I will be in to tuck you in soon.”

Fawkes turned away as Becca blushed. Thank the gods he was staying in a different home. The two lovebirds were still newlyweds, despite having a new baby around. They’d need time for each other.

That thought reminded him that Leslie was living with them. He wondered how uncomfortable it was for her to stay there.

“They’re always like that,” a soft voice said from his side and he turned, alarmed that he hadn’t sensed another presence around him. It was as if his demon was comfortable around this stranger.

The voice came from pretty girl to his side. She had big brown eyes and straight long brown hair. On others, the combination of all browns might have been boring or plain, but Fawkes thought she looked beautiful.

She was tiny—at least a foot shorter than his six-foot-one frame. She looked like she could fit right under his arms against his side as he fought the world for her.

He blinked at that thought.

What the hell did that mean?

“Uh, you must be Leslie,” he said, his voice oddly hoarse.

She smiled and it lit up her whole face. Gods, she was beautiful.

He’d never reacted to a woman like this. He sure as hell wasn’t a virgin, he knew women, but this quiet woman with her downcast eyes made him feel like a tongue tied idiot.

“Yes, I’m Leslie. You must be Fawkes, the demon Hunter said would be staying in the guest house.”

Fawkes swallowed hard, not knowing what to say, what to do. He rubbed his palms against his thighs, wiping off the sweat that seemed to pour from him.

Hell, he needed to get a grip on whatever the fuck was going on with him.

“Yeah, that’s me. You’re staying in the main house, right?”

“For now. I think though that I’ll be moving out soon.”

Why? Did she have a mate? That would be horrible.

Wait. Why did he care? He didn’t even know her.

“Why?”

Leslie gave a small smile. “With Hazel here, the house is a bit crowded. Well, there’s tons of room physically, but the couple needs some time to breathe, you know? They’ve never really had the space since they’ve been mated. I’ve always been there.”

Fawkes frowned. “Hunter doesn’t seem like the type to do something he doesn’t want to do. If he didn’t want you there, he’d tell you.”

Leslie snorted. “Sure he would, but he’s also a dominant wolf who can’t help himself. His wolf actually
knows
how to act around a submissive, meaning he needs to take care of me, even if his human half would rather have time alone with his mate.”

Fawkes didn’t quite understand what it meant to be a submissive wolf, but he wasn’t about to go out and ask her.

He’d just ask Hunter later.

“I feel like I’m intruding too.”

Leslie shrugged. “It sounds like you need it though.”

Fawkes looked at her strangely. “What do you mean?”

“Hunter said you were in your transition, right?” He nodded. “That means you need to be around people you trust to make sure you have a support system. You won’t be yourself until the year is over unless you find your mate first. The fact that Hunter would allow you to be here with his mate and child present tells you how much you mean to his family, Fawkes.”

He blinked as shame wove through him. “I’d never hurt Becca or Hazel.”

She nodded. “I know. Hunter trusts you.”

He swallowed hard. “Do you?”

Her eyes widened then she looked around as if she were suddenly aware she was alone in the forest with a demon who was straddling the line between good and evil.

“I don’t know you.”

“Will you?”

“Will I what?”

“Will you get to know me?”

“If we’re living so near each other, I suppose we will. I don’t think that’s what you’re asking though.” She bit her lip and lowered her eyes, a pretty blush covering her skin.

“I don’t think that’s what I’m asking either.”

“I’m going to go in and let Hunter know you’re ready to see your new home.” She took a step away from him and he fought the urge to move closer so he could feel her skin.

He wanted to know if she was as soft as she looked.

He wanted to rub himself against her so all other males would be able to smell his scent on her and know she was his.

He froze.

Oh shit.

She blinked hard as if she’d heard his thoughts. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Fawkes.”

She turned and ran as if she were being chased.

Well hell.

That wasn’t the best way to meet the woman who could be his true half.

His mate.

His savior.

What the hell was he going to do now?

“Fawkes?” Hunter called, interrupting his thoughts.

“Yeah?” He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. “Sorry, what?”

Hunter followed his gaze to where Leslie had raced off to and frowned. “Be careful with her, Fawkes. She’s been through a lot. Plus she’s a submissive wolf who’s trying to find her way.”

“What does being submissive mean?” He needed to know and this seemed like the best time to ask.

“It means her wolf needs to be taken cared for by a dominant. It’s not that she’s a doormat, far from it. Because of wolves like hers, other wolves are able to have the strength they need to fight for the Pack. Without them, well, I wouldn’t want to think what our Pack would look like. Right now though, the Pack isn’t healthy. We’re working on it, but it’s taking time. Not all the dominants know how to treat submissives. Leslie needs space from people who treat her wrong. She needs to find her footing.”

Well if that wasn’t a warning to stay away from her, Fawkes didn’t know what was. His demon wanted her but he didn’t have his own footing yet, let alone step out of his zone and hurt another.

He gave Hunter a nod but didn’t let his gaze stray from where Leslie had stood.

He’d give her time to find herself then he’d follow her. He’d made his choice and for some reason he had a feeling Leslie would be the one to help him keep it made.

Why couldn’t she just get the nerve to
ask
him what he felt? Leslie wondered to herself. It had been two months since she met the demon who made her wolf beg for more and prance around like a show-pup yet she hadn’t made a move.

Neither had he.

Could her wolf be wrong?

Maybe Fawkes wasn’t her true half and mate.

That thought seemed to depress her.

Fawkes had moved into the guest house and immediately entwined himself within the Pack. Liam and Alec loved him—training with the demon daily with not only normal fighting but with swords as well. Hunter would join them and the four of them, along with a few others who came to watch or play, would train for hours.

Fawkes would then walk around the den, learning what he could about how a Pack worked. He learned how the maternal females were stronger than most dominant males. They had to be considering they were the ones that raised the pups into who they would grow up to be.

The maternal females loved him. Apparently they loved his smile and the way he would let the pups climb up his body—sans claws since they were taught at a young age not to use them while in wolf form. He wrestle with the pups on the ground, treating them as if they were his own and precious.

While in the main house he’d walk around holding Hazel to his chest, singing in a low—and damn sexy—baritone. The little girl was in love with him already and she knew Becca trusted him with her heart.

After all, the fiery leprechaun trusted him with her child and mate.

If only Leslie could work up the nerves to make a move.

When she’d seen him behind the house that first night her wolf had howled, pacing around and trying to get out to touch him. Gods, she wanted to feel his hands in her fur…and tangled in her hair.

She might not be a virgin, but it had been
way
too long since she’d had any form of contact that wasn’t brotherly…or creepy as hell.

Colin and his crew still bothered her but they had seemed to step back a bit since Liam, Alec, and Hunter had warned them off.

She knew it wouldn’t last though.

It never did.

If only that were the worst of her problems though.

Her wolf—and her human half—wanted Fawkes.

Badly.

If only she knew how to make that clear. She knew other species mated with wolves as she’d seen firsthand evidence of it with Becca and Hunter. So that meant that the demon who was currently wrestling with his choice to be good
could
be her true half.

She just had to ask him.

She let out a snort.

Sure like that was easy.

“What’s so funny?” Fawkes asked as he walked to her side. He came up right beside her but didn’t touch her.

Her wolf whimpered at the lack of contact and it took all in her power not to lean closer and rub herself along his body, scenting him so no other female would dare come near him.

Oh, she’d seen the other females watch him. There might not be as many females as males in the Pack, but those who were there and mateless watched her demon.

Yes,
hers
.

She just had to make it that way.

“Leslie?” He reached out as if he were going to cup her face, then fisted his hand before lowering his arm to his side.

Her wolf whimpered and she wanted to scream. Why couldn’t she make the first move? Damn being submissive.

“What? Oh, nothing’s funny. I was just thinking.”

He searched her face and she stared into those black eyes with flecks of red. Since they were within the den, he didn’t wear contacts. None of them did. Once any of them left the den, they wore contacts to protect their secret. Though Leslie’s eyes were more brown than gold or yellow because she wasn’t as dominate as Hunter and the like, she still wore them in public. She never knew if something were to anger her wolf or cause her to want to shift.

It had never happened before, but she wasn’t about to take the chance.

“Why are you so nervous around me?” Fawkes asked. “Do I scare you in some way? I promise I won’t hurt you or change my mind about the choice I made.”

She shook her head. “I’m not afraid you’ll hurt me.” Well, that wasn’t quite true. She was terrified he didn’t think she was his true half and she’d end up alone forever.

Wow. Dramatic much?

“Then why do you keep to yourself?”

“I thought you were the one doing it. You’ve stayed away since that first night we met, barely saying one word to me.”

“I…I thought because you were submissive that I had to be careful around you.”

She blinked, hurt arching through her body like a painful caress. “What?”

“Hunter said you need time so I was staying away so I wouldn’t make you nervous.”

The hurt intensified, but this time laced with anger. “He said what?”

“He said you’d been hurt so I stayed away, making sure I didn’t do anything to scare you. I know I’m new to the Pack, so I didn’t want to invade your territory.”

“You think that because I’m a submissive wolf that I need to be held with kids’ gloves or something?”

“No, I mean, I don’t know. No one will tell me how to act around you,” he blurted then shut his eyes. “Hell, now I sound like an idiot. I swear I know how to talk around people but you make me nervous.”