The Surrogates: The 5 Book Paranormal Pregnancy Romance Box Set Page 4

  "I don't know what to say.”

  "I do," Naomi interrupted, "Richard, could I have a moment of your time?"

  "No. My mind is made up, this is what we want. Say yes, Reign, and let us get started."

  "Yes, then! Oh my god, yes! Thank you!"

  Cara spontaneously hugged the girl. Reign burst out crying, trying to thank everyone at once. Her eyes found his, and her lips formed the words, "Thank you." He held her gaze longer than what was polite, neither of them willing to break it.

  It was destiny, and he was not going to stand in its way.

  * * *

  The axe cleaved through the last piece, and slammed into the stump underneath. Richard sighed, he'd hoped the exertion would take his mind off Reign, but nothing he did would.

  The cold of April had yet to be replaced with rain, now was the perfect time to store up wood for the next winter. He ran his hand over his sweat-covered brow, and took a pull from the canteen strapped to his belt.

  He just couldn't shake her. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her smile, felt her arms around him as they hugged. He'd felt embarrassed at the way he acted around her, like a teenager with a crush.

  "You know," Indigo said, "you keep cutting wood like this and we won’t have a forest left."

  Richard nodded to the Spaniard coming up the hill from the lodge, "It keeps me occupied."

  Indigo gave him a long look. The two's friendship spanned decades and the younger wolf knew his Alpha as well as any man could know another.

  "Oh shit," Indigo said.

  "What?"

  Richard tried to turn his back, his ears suddenly red from the blood that flooded his face. Dammit, I’m not a kid, what the hell is wrong with me?

  "You can try and hide it, and I think you should, but you're in love. It's not like I haven't seen it before. You're a lot of things, Rich, but you wear your heart on your sleeve."

  Of course Indigo was right and Richard had to accept it. Ever since he and Cara had met with Reign, two months before, she dominated his thoughts. She was attractive to be sure, but there were other women who were more so, even some in the pack.

  Being turned into a werewolf had its upsides. It made people more of what they already were. For girls like Cara and Skye, it made them toned, with clear skin and radiant eyes. Not to mention that special something it added to their personality. The wolf made them confident, aggressive, and adventurous.

  The wolf had that effect on all of them.

  "Is that why you left Cara in Seattle to look after the surrogate? You can't be serious, the rest of the pack respects you but if you let Cara be your mate, you're gonna have trouble."

  Richard heard his words, and wished it was Cara. That he could explain. Cara was amazing, smart, clever, and a knockout. But how does he explain his instant attraction to this girl who's barely an adult, and a human at that.

  "It's not Cara. Someone else," he grumbled.

  Indigo nodded, leaned over and grabbed a few pieces of chopped wood.

  "Someone you met on your trip then..." He let the implication hang. The only people Richard met were humans.

  "Yeah, something like that."

  "Sorry, amigo, that's a hard road to go down. Does she know?"

  "What I feel about her? No, and she's not going to. What am I to do? Turn her and watch her die from the blight? No, it's better if I just bury my feelings and move on. Not like I haven't broken my own heart before."

  "Never seems like the scar tissue helps with the next."

  Indigo's words made sense. Could he just ignore the way he felt?

  If I never, ever see her again, Richard thought, in ten years she would be a memory, and the pack would go on.

  "Any intel on the other packs? Anything that might make it seem like they're on the move,” asked Richard.

  The two of them put the last couple of pieces of wood on the pile, more than enough for the next week.

  "The only real threat is the Eastern Cascade, and they've been holed up in Spokane for the winter. I guess that's their idea of 'winter lodging'."

  Richard scratched his grizzled chin. "Well, whatever, as long as they think we can beat them, they won’t attack, their alpha's a coward. How he ever survived being turned is beyond me. Is that Skye?"

  The two friend turned to admire the red head as she made the climb up the hill.

  The mountains agreed with the Highlander, her muscles rippled under her tank top as she made the leap from one rock to another. With an effortless grace she kicked off of a tree to clear the fifteen foot cliff that marked the top of the hill.

  She landed with a thump, a worried expression clouding her blue eyes.

  "You better get back to the lodge, boss, Naomi's on the phone and I think she's dying."

  All thoughts of Reign disappeared as Richard leaped off the hill. Few could master their form, fewer more could change when they weren't in danger, and none could change as fast as Richard. Before he hit the base of the small cliff, the silver furred, yellow eyed wolf was in his place. He charged down the hill in leaps and bounds and disappeared into the woods in seconds.

  "Oh my god," Skye muttered, "I didn't know he could do that."

  Indigo let out a little laugh. “Remember that the next time you hear anyone wanting to challenge him. Richard holds a lot back."

  Skye turned to her lover and smiled, "I don't," she said, as she stripped off her tank top.

  CHAPTER THREE

  "Cara, Cara, over here!"

  Reign waved to her shopping companion from across the crowded street. Cara's six feet with heels let her easily see Reign. She smiled and returned the wave.

  Reign marveled at how the crowd parted in front of Cara as she made her way to the corner, she didn't even need to ask anyone to move, they stepped aside almost as if they didn't know they were there.

  At first, Reign was surprised Richard's wife stayed behind.

  After all, Reign didn’t hide her feelings that well. She was sure she gushed all over him when they signed the contract, and again when the tests came back positive. She carried his baby, and now his wife looked after her, but she couldn't help the way she turned to water around him.

  It would be easier if Cara was a shrew, or ugly, but she was neither. It also didn't hurt that she seemed to genuinely like Reign. I’m going to hell.

  "This place is huge, I can't believe I've never been here before."

  Reign handed her a cup of Seattle's Best, and sipped on her own hot chocolate, because being pregnant meant no caffeine. To a Seattle native that was almost a fate worse than death.

  She gave her tall companion a sideways glance. “How do you live in Seattle and never visit Pike Place? I practically live down here."

  It was true, between the thrift stores, the farmers markets, the fresh fish, and the French Delicatessen, she did all her shopping at the market.

  In the two months she'd been pregnant the two of them had been too busy to see the sights. I still can’t think of it as pregnant, I’ve never had sex.

  When Cara told her they could take the weekend off, Pike Place was the first place Reign wanted to go.

  "Oh that, we don't live here. We live out in the Cascades.

  Oh man, this coffee is good, I'm going to have to buy a few hundred bags before we go home."

  "Cara, when was the last time you were here?"

  Cara paused to sip from her cup, a mischievous smile on her face, "Oh, it’s been a few years."

  The soft sounds of strings drifted over the market. There were many street musicians playing in the cool April air -- usually guitarists, singers, the occasional horn player, but this sound was the violin. Reign urged Cara to follow her as they made their way past the historic Public Market sign to Stewart Street. On the opposite corner, a young woman had just launched into Mazurka No. 2, a challenging but popular solo piece for the violin.

  Reign didn't notice Cara's distracted look, all she could hear was the violin.

  "I want to be that
good someday. It's why I wanted this job, if I could just get my shot I could do it, I know,” said Reign.

  Cara turned around in a full circle, her nose in the air like she just smelled something bad, eyes narrowed and the pleasant look that her face usually carried was replaced by something hard... something dangerous.

  "Cara, what's wrong?"

  "Reign, there are things about me and Richard you don't know, and I can't tell you. Do you trust me?"

  "Yes, of course, is Richard in some kind of trouble?"

  "No...we are. Listen, there are men here, men I know, and they're coming for you, we need to move and I mean right now!”

  Cara dumped her coffee to the ground, grabbed Reign’s arm and plunged into the crowd. Half the market was built up on a hill, many of the shops took advantage of this by building multiple stories diagonally up and down.

  "There's a staircase over there, it goes to the next level," Reign pointed out. Her stomach clenched as Cara hustled her through the store.

  "Cara, what's going on?"

  "I can't explain it, you just have to trust me, how do we get to the docks?"

  Reign led them through the next shop, around a handicap accessible ramp that connected the buildings, then down a long flight of switchback stairs.

  Once they were a few floors down from where they started, Cara flipped her phone open.

  "Yeah it's Cara, get Richard."

  She hung up the phone, and opened the next door.

  Reign blinked and Cara went flying past her, a full fifteen feet to the wall behind them. She slammed into it hard enough to shake the whole building.

  "Well aren't you a fine one, I see why he picked you."

  The man who spoke was easily twice Reign’s size, and from the way his shoulders curved under his leather jacket, he was built as well as any athlete Reign had ever seen.

  "Who are you?"

  "Edward, at your service, and now, you're coming with me."

  He didn't really ask her since he grabbed her arm with unbelievable force and dragged her through the door. A quick look back and she could see Cara's eyes flutter open.

  Since the night Reign met Richard she'd feared that someone would try to grab her again. The powerlessness she felt was not something she ever wanted to feel again.

  Martial arts took time to master and could often be countered, a permit to carry a gun was too hard to come by and she would have to train for a long time before she felt confident to use it, However, Tasers, were easy to buy and use.

  Which she did.

  Edward howled as fifty thousand volts coursed through his arm, his muscles froze and spit flew from his mouth. Reign kicked him in the crotch as hard as she could, then slapped the Taser on him again.

  "Cara, help me!"

  She was there, her ruined shirt covered in blood that flowed from her broken nose.

  "Keep Tasing him!"

  The smell of ozone and burnt hair quickly filled the hallway.

  Cara found what she was looking for, decorative ropes that hung on the wall, she looped it around Edward’s neck and pulled it as tight as she could.

  "Don't kill him!"

  "He won’t die, but it will take him a minute. Let’s go."

  Edward continued to spasm as Cara led Reign around the corner.

  "Good call with the Taser, you saved our lives."

  Cara put her phone to her ear. “It's East Cascade, Edward. I think three others at least."

  They paused at a door while she carefully opened it, the open stairway that led to the next street was empty. She nodded to Reign, and they ran down the steps as fast as they could.

  "You are here? You knew? I had my phone with me. Right, we’re almost to Alaska way, Reign is safe, and they’re right behind us."

  Cara finished and tossed her phone off the stairs.

  "Looks like they tapped my phone. C’mon, Richard is waiting for us at the bot..."

  Reign let out a scream as a massive man, taller and broader than a football player, scooped Cara up by the neck and slammed her into a telephone pole.

  She pulled the Taser out and tried to hit him with it. He slapped her with an errant swing. Her vision swam and the sky darkened, she struggled to not lose consciousness. Warm coppery flavored blood filled her mouth, her teeth hurt, her eyes filled with tears, she couldn't see, and could barely hear.

  The brute held Cara by one hand, her boots scraped the pavement as she struggled. His grip was like iron, she kicked and pounded, clawed and slapped, but he would not let go.

  Precious seconds ticked by. Reign tried to stand up, but her legs wouldn't cooperate. Reign crawled forward, grabbed the boot of the giant and tugged. Laughter rang in her ears.

  There was a growl, like an animal, Reign couldn't look up to see. Suddenly the giant screamed, and clutched his bloody face.

  "Bitch," he spit out from between his fingers. Blood seeped around his hands and poured down his shirt.

  Reign could see Cara's hand, it looked like she had a knife, or several knives, then they were gone, and Cara was picking her up.

  They stumbled down the street half a block before tires squealed beside them. Edward got out, a large black pistol in his hand. Cara shifted so that she was between Reign and the gun.

  "This isn't what you want Eddie, you're risking war, and no one wins if we fight."

  "I'm betting that coward you call a leader thinks the same thing, and he's not going to go to war over a bitch like you, or a cow."

  Richard barreled around the corner and slammed into the first wolf he saw. The giant of a man folded in half as Richard drove him to the ground. The man's face was ruined, four long slashes cut in deep gouges from left to right. Richard slammed the back of his head to the ground twice before rolling off of him. It wouldn't stop him, but wolf regeneration wasn't instant, and it was even slower when the damage was from claws.

  Richard froze as he looked up.

  Cara stood with her arms out in front of Reign, using her body to shield the human from harm. Edward's pistol pointed between her breasts. They were thirty feet away, too far to cover before Edward would see him, but he had to try. Richard pushed off and flew through the air like a sling stone.

  He was too late.

  Edward’s hand moved in slow motion. His finger flinched, the gun went off.

  Three loud cracks echoed off the pavement.

  The bullets ripped into Cara's torso spraying blood and bone on Reign.

  Her scream was cut short as Richard picked her up and leaped twenty feet.

  Bullets ricocheted around him as he ran.

  Indigo was there behind the wheel of an SUV that screeched to a halt.

  Richard threw Reign in the back, and turned to see Cara one last time. C’mon Cara, get up, get up!

  She was still alive. Edward stood over her, looked up at Richard with a wicked grin before he pulled the trigger on Cara. Four rapid fire shots landed in her back.

  Reign screamed, "No!”

  "Go, go, go!"

  Indigo pushed the accelerator down sending the SUV hurtling down the narrow street.

  “Stop, stop, go back, she's still alive," Reign yelled at Indigo as tears flowed down her face, she pulled on the back of the driver's seat.

  "Reign, Reign, calm down, she will be okay."

  "You're her husband, how could you leave her?"

  The SUV took another corner, knocking Reign into Richard, "Let go of me, call the cops, do something."

  Richard couldn't afford tears now, and he knew that Cara wasn't dead, it took more than bullets to kill a wolf.

  He almost wished she was, though.

  "Let’s get out of town, Indigo."

  "Where to boss?"

  "Home."

  Indigo's hands tightened on the steering wheel.

  "It's gonna be real hard to maintain that, sir."

  Richard noticed the shift in his beta's voice. A slight warning.

  The rules of course, no human can know.

  "We
’re going to have to make an exception, without her we have no future."

  Reign looked at the older man, fear and sadness clouded her eyes and now that the immediate danger was over, tears began to wet her cheeks and drop on her jacket.

  "Richard, what's going on, why did we leave her like that?"