ROMANCE: ALIEN ROMANCE: Captured by the Alien Dragon (Alpha Male Alien Abduction BBW Romance) (Bad Boy Shifter Fantasy Romance) (26 page)

“Silence!” Delaine’s voice bellowed. “Silence!” When the room quieted down, he continued speaking. “I’ve brought you all here, because as you’re aware, one of our own has betrayed us!” he yelled out, gesturing at Kain. “This was to be your leader!” he said in a taunting tone. “And look what he’s brought you! A human woman!” The crowd became restless, a low mummer filling the room. “I have thought long and hard, and have decided what to do.”

The room fell silent. Delaine turned to face them, Kain standing to Jocelyn’s left, their arms brushing against each others. “A battle,” he smirked as he leaned in to challenge Kain.

No! Jocelyn wanted to yell out, to offer herself as a sacrifice to save him. He was weak; he had endured a week of torture! He would never be able to defeat him! But that was Delaine’s plan. He wanted to humiliate him in front of the clan, to show them that he could never truly be their Dtor. This was his chance to remove all doubt from their minds, and ensure he would remain their unchallenged leader.

“Fine,” Kain said gruffly.

“There you have it!” Delaine turned to face his people. “Let’s get on with it then!” he exclaimed. As he stepped forward, the crowd hurried back, pressing against the walls, opening up a large space in the center of the room.

A cloud of smoke filled the air, and a blinding light radiated out of him. As the room cleared, she saw him standing in front of her. A large, red beast, with fangs, wings, and scales. His size was breath taking. Kain moved next to her, pushing himself forward and waiting for the guard to loosen his hands. Once free, he turned to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear before turning to run towards his opponent.

After another cloud of smoke filled the room, he changed into his dragon form. The large green figure moved slowly towards his foe. When the met, they locked horns, and both took off, flying high into the air. It was clear to everyone in the room that Kain’s movements were labored, while Delaine darted back and forth with precision and fury. Delaine made the first move, fire pouring from his mouth, just missing Kain as he dove down out of reach.

Kain retaliated with an attack from below, increasing in speed as he swarmed up on Delaine. His blow sent the red dragon up to the ceiling, causing a rain of stone and dust to fall on the spectators. While this filled Jocelyn with a spark of hope, it only served to infuriate the Dtor. He dove down at Kain, throwing him spiraling to the ground. When he hit, the room shook.

Jocelyn felt a part of her come crashing down with him. Seeing him laying there, a heap of steam rising from his body, his breathing heavy, her body responded to his pain. Falling to the ground, her eyes filled once again with tears. She clenched her stomach in her hands and lets out a scream that seemed to consume the room. The Docart’s words came flooding back to her as she knelt on the cold, hard ground. “You will be able to help him,” she remembered him saying. “You don’t have to shift to be a shifter.”

Taking a deep breath, she relaxed her muscles and let her mind slip into Kain’s. A feeling of power and strength overwhelmed her as she felt them become one. “Don’t give up,” she urged him in his mind.

“I’m beaten, Josey. I can’t go on,” he replied regretfully.

“No,” she urged him to stand to his feet. His movements became hers. She felt the dragon in her come to life. Suddenly it wasn’t him flying through the air, but both of them together. His body and her spirit became one. For the first time in her life, she didn’t feel weak. She felt whole. Like the part of her that had been missing for as long as she can remember had suddenly appeared.

She sensed his surprise as the realization overwhelmed him. But the momentary confusion was quickly forgotten when Delaine swarmed in to attack. Kain recoiled in response to his advance, spitting fire in his direction, surprising his opponent and causing him to fall back. Regaining his composure, the red dragon went on the attack, releasing a column of smoke and fire. When it hit Kain, Jocelyn’s body jolted in pain. The sensation almost threw her out of him, but she clenched her fists at her sides, and urged Kain to retaliate. He swooped in, knocking Delaine back, taking advantage of the distance to singe him with fire.

While Delaine tried to shake off the burn, Kain flew forward, throwing him back against the wall. Once he was backed into a corner, Kain released another flame in his face, causing him to cry out in pain. Jocelyn pushed harder, diving deeper into her new form, throwing Kain’s body forward, pinning Delaine back against the stone. Pulling back quickly, Kain let the Dtor slide down, collapsing in a heap on the ground. In a shudder that shook the room, the red dragon changed back to human form.

Once on the ground, Kain transformed, rupturing the connection with Josey. “Impossible!” Delaine yelled out as Kain stepped away from him. “You were defeated from the start! You should have never been able to overpower me!” Kain didn’t respond, but walked slowly towards her.

Raghnall leaned down to help Jocelyn to her feet. “I knew you had it in you, child” he said to her to her in a hushed tone. Stepping forward, he addresses the clan. “Kain didn’t defeat Delaine on his own,” he called out. Everyone gave their full attention to the Docart. “This woman,” he proclaimed, lifting Josey’s arm over her head. “She comes from House Ó Duinnchinn!” Jocelyn could feel every eye in the room fixed on her. The attention made her feel small and timid, but the newfound power she had discovered inside her pushed her to step forward.

“Lies!” she heard Delaine call out. When Kain reached her side, he looked at her as if he were seeing her for the first time. “You’re a shifter?” he asked softly.

She turned to face him, taking his hands in hers. “I didn’t know,” she explained.

“The child she carries,” Raghnall continued, “is the much awaited Dtor that will be the first in a long and powerful line of leaders!”

“I should have known,” Kain continued to speak quietly to only her. “That’s how it happened—the spark, the baby, the bond.”

The room filled with the quiet roar of voices, but the Docart continued speaking. “It’s been centuries since we have spoken of the prophecy. But it’s here, in front of us! Kain and Jocelyn, House Connelly and House Duncan, united!” his words hung in the air as the crowd in front of them slowly absorbed them.

“No!” Delaine yelled out. He stood quickly and began moving towards them. “It can’t be!”

“It is,” Raghnall spoke, turning to face Delaine, but still addressing the entire clan. “If it weren’t true, they wouldn’t have been able to bond; they wouldn’t have been able to conceive!” He turned to look back at Jocelyn and Kain. “The only other time in our history something similar happened was so this very moment could take place; so that your child would come, here and now.”

“Long live House Connelly-Duncan!” a voice called out from the crowd! “Long live House Connely-Duncan!” others joined in chorus. As she stood listening to the voices cry out, Jocelyn felt at home. She didn’t feel out of place or awkward, but complete and safe.

CHAPTER SEVEN

As eager as she was to embrace her newfound identity, it wasn’t until after Owen was born six weeks later, and Kain began helping her discover how to transition physically into her other form. The first time she shifted the feeling of freedom it brought overwhelmed her. Kain told her that he’s never seen a dragon with her color; her skin was a deep purple with flecks of gold. The Docart commented that she shared her ancestor’s qualities.

As Dtor, Kain sentenced Delaine to five years in exile, a light punishment in Jocelyn’s opinion. But she trusted him. He would go on to become a great leader—strong, wise, and kind. And when Owen came of age, the clan accepted him wholeheartedly; he was their long awaited leader—the child born to fulfill the prophecy.

As time went on, she never stopped feeling the rush of warmth and passion surge through her when she was with him. His mere presence brought her comfort, and knowing that he would be by her side for the rest of her life filled her with a sensation of security and belonging; things she had been missing her entire life until she found him.

The Wealthy Wolf’s Secret Baby

CHAPTER ONE

Rachel ran through her mental checklist, muttering under her breath as she did. “Balloons—check. Cake—check. Pizza—check.” As she spoke to herself she hurried around her small, one bedroom apartment, trying to make sure everything was ready.

“Mommy!” she heard Joel, her son, call out from behind her.

She turned around quickly and spread her arms as he ran to her. Scooping him up, she spun him around placing three quick kisses on his cheek before setting him down.

“I hope the birthday boy is ready!” she smiled down at him.

He bounced in place, clapping his hands and looking around at the family room, decorated with train posters and matching streamers.

Today was his third birthday. She couldn’t believe how the years had flown by. When she found out she was pregnant the summer before her senior year of high school, she was terrified.

Thankfully, she was able to graduate with a lot of help and patience from her teachers. Her mom and dad were supportive when she decided to keep the baby and raise him on her own. Her friends always volunteered to babysit, and her boss at the restaurant gave her as many extra hours as she needed.

Despite all of the love and encouragement from everyone around her, there was still one very important person missing in her and her son’s life—his father, Caleb Malone.

Caleb was not only the star of the football team but he also graduated valedictorian. He was tall, muscular, and mysterious. All of the girls in school would nearly swoon whenever he flashed them his perfect smile. He had very dark brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. There was something about his eyes that made you want to stare into them for hours. In the right light, they looked hazel—just like Joel’s.

She couldn’t help but think of Caleb whenever she looked at her son. He looked a lot like his father. He had the same dark hair and large, entrancing eyes. He didn’t look like her at all, really.

Rachel was short, with long, light brown hair and light green eyes. Her skin was pale, and her face was very round. She had always thought of herself as plain, but apparently Caleb did not. He liked her curvy figure and her light features. He always told her that.

The day he asked her out, she almost fell over right there in front of her locker. The only problem with that perfect moment was that Caleb’s dad, Christopher Malone, the richest and most powerful man in the city, refused to let his son date. He told Caleb that if he ever caught him sneaking around with a girl, he would write him out of the business and throw him out of the house, taking away his inheritance before doing so.

They spent as much time together as they could, always in secret. The night she got pregnant was the night of the end-of-summer party. Caleb was a year older than her, and preparing to go away to college. They had agreed that once he left, they would go their separate ways. If at some point in the future their paths crossed again, they would do whatever it took to be together, despite his father’s wishes.

By the time she found out about the baby, he was already gone. She thought about calling to tell him, but it didn’t matter at that point. His father would never let him have a part in Joel’s life. He would probably just write a check and hope that she and her son would go away. So, she kept it a secret from him. She kept the identity of the father a secret from everyone. She told her parents he was a secret boyfriend she had that turned out to be a huge jerk. The only person who knew the truth was her best friend Amanda.

None of that mattered anymore, though. At that moment the only thing that mattered was Joel, his party, and making sure he was happy. By the time the guests showed up, she had completely wiped all thoughts of Caleb and high school and the emptiness in her life from her mind.

Everything went perfectly. Joel squealed and laughed as he opened his presents. He made a mess with his cake, dropping it down the front of his shirt and smearing blue frosting all over his face. By the time the last guest left, he was fast asleep on the couch, hugging his new train.

“He’s adorable,” Amanda said, carrying the last of the cups into the kitchen.

“Thanks,” Rachel smiled at her as she shoved the massive bundle of wrapping paper down into the trashcan. “He’s my whole life.”

“I’m surprised you’re so calm these days,” Amanda noted leaning against the counter and crossing her arms at her chest.

“Why?” Rachel looked at her surprised. “I mean, having a two-year-old has been trying, but I’m sure Joel turning three won’t change much.”

“Not that,” Amanda said, looking at her with wide eyes. “You mean, you really don’t know?”

“Don’t know what?”