KACELA
I quickly changed into a black maxi skirt and a tank top, grabbing a light shawl to put over my arms if I got cold. I took my hair down, undoing the braid and letting the waves fall softly down my back, pinning one of the sides back. I let my hair fall over my face on my blind side, slightly camouflaging the scar.
“Ready,” I told Wyatt, coming out of the bathroom. He had also changed, putting on a pair of khaki trousers with a polo top.
“Don’t hide your face,” he told me, gently, lifting up the strands that covered my face and tucking it behind my ear. “You’re so beautiful.”
I smiled at him. “I’m glad you think so,” I said, taking his hand. We walked downstairs together. Wyatt had called for a car and a cute little sports car with the top down was waiting for us. He opened the door and I slid in, gathering my skirt and makin
KACELAWyatt looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time. I licked my lips and intentionally used my entire body to brush up against him as he held the car door open for me. He practically ran to the driver’s seat and drove much too fast to get us home.I was giggling by the time he parked, tossing the keys to the warrior who met us on the drive. I was beginning to get used to the way that everyone was so open about their feelings. Wyatt strode over to my side of the door and masterfully opened it, picking me out of the front seat like I was a baby. I winked at the warrior who looked amused.For the second time in as many days, Wyatt carried me up to our floor, opening the door to the suite and carrying me in. Instead of putting me on the bed, however, he sat on the couch with me still on his lap. I put my arms around his neck and began nuzzling him in the crook where his neck met his shoulder. I co
KACELAI was stiff after sitting on the beach all night and my clothing was still damp where I had folded it under me. The robe that Suzie had for me was thick, though, and I kept it on for the trek back through the forest. Halfway back, Jarrett had begun to carry Lia. I would have loved it if Wyatt carried me, but when he offered my pride made me say no. I was tired, but I was too proud to accept help.Nellie met us on the lawn.“I’ve spoken with the King and went ahead with plans. We will leave at noon so that gives you four hours to clean up and pack. You can sleep on the plane. It will take eight hours to get to Cambodia.” She was brisk and to the point. I risked a glance at Earl and he looked relieved that she was all business.“I’ll be ready. Where are we meeting?” He was also all business.“Circle drive out front. The
KACELA The SUV that Earl, Mouse, Tank and I were in parked next to the first hanger. I watched for a moment as Nellie and Jarrett’s SUV continued on. I grabbed my duffle bag and hopped out, slinging it over my shoulder. I reached in and pulled out my backpack that housed my laptops and other technology I thought might be useful on this trip before heading to the back of the vehicle and helping Mouse grab his boxes of toys. I had never been on a private jet before, and I think my face said how impressed I was because Earl outright laughed at me. “So much better than coach,” he teased. I sat in a luxurious leather recliner and peeked out the window to see Mouse instructing someone on how to stow his many boxes of things he thought he may need on this trip. “He doesn’t plan on using all of that, does he?” I asked Earl, mildly. He looked over my shoulder, crowding my view at the window. “Hell,
KACELA We landed in Cambodia at 8pm our time but it was 9am there. My internal clock was so messed up at this point after the all-nighter and the long nap I took today. My body said that I needed to sleep, and my brain was ready to do Soduku puzzles and solve the world’s problems. I decided to compromise and eat something more substantial than a sandwich. We decided to head out and scout out the area that we were going to be infiltrating later this evening. I followed Earl down the stairs of the plane, stepping out on to the hot tarmac. “Damn, it’s hot,” Tank said behind me. I turned to see him slipping on a pair of dark sunglasses, his ebony skin already glistening with sweat. “You’re gonna melt, Mouse.” Mouse grunted in reply, slipping on a backpack. “I don’t sweat,” he observed mildly. “I wish I didn’t,” I grumbled, putting my sunglasses on. Earl ignored us and caught a set of keys
KACELAEarl carefully did a three point turn and I hopped out of the jeep, using my phone to take pictures of the view. I posed a few times so that Earl could take my photo with the overlook as background. This gave me an opportunity to make note of where the cameras were.While I was making duck lips at Earl’s camera, the gate behind him began to open. Earl saw the look on my face, and he turned, stepping to the side. A large limousine was easing out of the gate.I ran over to it with a huge grin on my face and knocked on the window in the backseat. Like a farcical movie, the window slowly lowered, and a grinning face looked out at me. It was Atith.“Can I take your picture?” I gushed, turning to take a selfie with the man’s face in the frame. Atith grinned even bigger and obliged, moving so that I could get a good photo. I intentionally made it bad and showed it to him with a
KACELAWe got out of the jeep and began running parallel to the road, trying to put distance between us and the jeep. We left all the packages, including the lovely fruit I had purchased and Earl’s new hat. I was slightly offended he didn’t love it more.I still held my phone and Mouse was tracking our position. “There’s a river coming up,” he said. “You can follow it down. They build the northeast corner of the airport over the top of the river. You can enter it at the road and then swim through the culvert. There should be an access point in one of the hangers,” he said.“Should be?” I asked. “I’m not a fish. Make sure that there’s a place we can get out before sending us down the river.”“Checking.” Mouse said, ignoring my sarcasm. “Okay, there is. Hangar twenty. I’ll send Tank ove
KACELA The plane took off without incident. Mouse and one of the attendants pulled the stairs up and latched them just as the plane took off. No one seemed the slightest bit put off and I wondered, yet again, where Nellie had found the plane and crew. “What happened?” Tank’s deep voice broke through my thoughts. I shrugged. “We saw an opportunity. We took it.” Tank waved his hand. “Better come up with a better story. I put off the King several times already. He’s going to be calling again any minute and I know he’s going to want to hear this.” I bit my lip. I didn’t want Wyatt worrying about me and I certainly didn’t want him blaming Earl. “You had better not blame me,” Earl grumbled. “We were supposed to do intel only and next thing I knew you’re taking selfies with the target.” He tried to keep the stern look on his face but wasn’t able to. He gave up. “It was freaking brilliant,” he said, turning to Tank. “We’re up there, trying to look like some dumb tourists
KACELA“Petar is kind of a recluse,” Mouse said, poking at his keyboard and pulling up photos. “He orders everything in and rarely goes outside. He has rooftop garden but, at least according to satellite, he never goes up there.”“Seems easy enough,” Tank said. “We sabotage one of his deliveries.”“How can we be sure that Petar is the only one that is affected?” I asked. “We don’t want to take out someone innocent who decided they wanted his particular brand of breakfast cereal that morning.”Earl was silent for a moment and then he answered. “I hate to say this, but I think we use Kacela as bait.”Mouse nodded. “I thought that, too, but didn’t want to say that. Treason and all.”I snorted. “It’s not treason. And what are you both seeing that I’m missin
KACELA Later that night I was undressing in front of the full-length mirror. I frowned at my body. The scars were fading but I still had a few bad ones. The one that wrapped from my hip over the top of my abdomen was still ropey, even more so than the C-section scar. The scar on my face was also fading and I could now see light from that eye after years of seeing nothing but blackness. The doctors tell me that the mate bond is slowing healing me. I didn’t say anything to Wyatt. I was pretty sure he would use it as an excuse to mate even more, and I wasn’t sure I could keep up. That man was insatiable. As if he heard my thoughts, Wyatt came up behind me and nuzzled my neck, running his hands down the length of my side. I shivered. He was always able to make my body respond. “What’s on your mind?” Wyatt asked, nibbling my ear. I leaned my head back towards him. “I was just thinking about how fast the kids are growing up,” I said, a little sadly. Wyatt smiled. “Aella is o
WYATTFIVE YEARS LATERAfter having Aella, Kacela came home after two days. Dali had worked so hard to keep Aella alive that she was unable to warn us. When Dali didn’t show up after the first day, I insisted that the doctors give Kacela some of my blood to help the healing process along. They kept her for another day to be sure, but Dali came back and Kacela began healing quickly.The complications that Aella had didn’t keep Kacela from becoming pregnant again and we soon added twins to our little family. We spent most of our time trying to keep up with Axel and Luca. Even with the help of two full time nannies, we were exhausted most evenings when we went to bed.Our kingdom thrived. Kacela had a knack with the people and her office door was always open, literally. Sometimes she would come down in the morning to someone already waiting for her, needing her council or wisdom. I
KACELA I curled up next to Wyatt, happy. I dozed off but woke up a few times, uncomfortable. I finally decided to take a shower. I got up quietly so that I didn’t wake Wyatt. I slipped into the bathroom and turned the shower on, scalding hot. I stepped in and let the water rain down over my swollen body. This felt better. I was just sore everywhere, carrying all my extra weight. The doctors said that Aella was going to be a big baby. I wondered what sort of shifter she would be. When the species mix, like Wyatt and myself, you don’t know what the baby will be until they come of age. You can suspect; perhaps she will have wolf tendencies or Lycan strength at an early age, but you won’t know for sure until they shift. I hoped she was Lycan. I felt a breeze behind me and turned to see Wyatt framed in the doorway, looking concerned. “Are you okay?” he asked, quietly. I nodded.
WYATTUnlike Lia and Jarrett, we wanted to find out the sex of our baby. I was thrilled to find out that we were having a little girl.“What about Abigail?” she asked me, out of the blue one night. I had almost been asleep.“For what?” I asked, confused. We were in the process of hiring her assistant and I couldn’t remember an Abigail that had applied for the job.“For our baby’s name.” She paused a minute. “She needs a strong name.”“Like Kacela,” I murmured, snuggling into her and putting my nose in her neck and nuzzling. She groaned and I got hard, moving over the top of her. She opened her legs and I thrust in, hard and fast, satisfying both of us. I waited until her writhing stopped under me and then I let my seed coat her insides. I dropped beside her, both of us panting from the quick intensity of that coupling.
KACELAI could hear the commotion in the yard. I was waiting where Mrs. Woltkamp told me to wait, in the castle near the back patio doors. She said she would come for me when I needed to go out.There was a lot of pomp and circumstance with the whole celebration. The guests were fed, buffet style, and the kids were now playing in the yard while the servers cleared away dishes. After the coronation there would be dessert, drinks and dancing. I was looking forward to the dancing part.Little Emily tugged on my dress. I looked down and smiled at her, a cute little pixie in pink ruffles. She put her arms up to me, wordlessly. Her older sister was assimilating into the pack well and had picked up enough English to get her needs met. Emily rarely spoke, clinging to a few select people. I was honored to be one.I picked her up and held her, cuddling her to my chest while she sucked on her fingers
WYATT The morning of the coronation began rainy. Mrs. Woltkamp was running around, wringing her hands. She had checked the forecast numerous times and it wasn’t supposed to rain. I had reassured her that it was just a cloudburst, over in an hour. I was right. Kacela was incredibly nervous for the day. We had invited people from other pack. She was concerned that they would recognize her as the feared werewolf hunter. “Can’t we just do the coronation privately?” she had asked. I shook my head. “No. First, I’ve been waiting a century for this. I’m going to enjoy every moment of it. Second, it’s custom. I don’t think you want to insult other packs as your first political act.” She had quieted down, until she saw her gown. It was a sleeveless, low cut piece that showcased her muscular body incredibly well, but also showed her scars. “I’m embarrassed,” she said, qui
KACELA I helped Lia back to the blanket. I had no idea what to do and so I tried to mind link again, putting everything I had into it. I finally broke through. Hello, gorgeous, Wyatt purred in my mind. Wyatt. Lia’s having her baby. We’re down by the lake. You need to send help right now! I broke it off, needing to focus. Lia lay back. “I’m going to take a peek, okay, Lia?” I asked, praying I wouldn’t see what I was expecting to see. When I looked, I saw the baby crowning. Yep. She was right. The baby was coming. And I definitely didn’t want to see that. “I thought you said this little one wasn’t in position,” I joked, helping her lean back and lifting her dress. I looked around and found the bottle of wine that Lia had brought for me to enjoy with lunch. I had only drank about a quarter of it so I poured the rest on my hands and arms,
KACELA I’ve been married for three weeks, now. When we got back to the pack there were a few things we needed to take care of. Lia had named the girls Emily and Rachel and she had spent some time trying to find any relatives that they may have alive. When the extensive search pulled up nothing, she and Jarrett adopted them. There was a quiet ceremony for the girls to be adopted. We knew that they were shifters. My wolf could sense it and Dex was a little unsettled about the whole thing. We would find out when they aged what sort of creature they were. Lia was not worried. Neither was Dali. I worried enough for the both of us. My coronation ceremony was set for two weeks. The castle was in a bustle, planning for it, and I had relinquished most of the duties to the house mother. I didn’t particularly care about the color of my napkins, much to Lia’s mirth, so I left the finer details to Mrs. Wolt
WYATT After the surprise wedding, we went back to the hotel to celebrate. I had planned on celebrating in bed, but our guests had other ideas. We ended up at a restaurant in a private room, dancing, drinking and laughing well into the early morning hours. When we finally dragged ourselves back to the hotel, the front desk clerk nicely reminded us that checkout was at 10:00am. “Did you like the surprise?” I asked Kacela, somewhat worriedly. We hadn’t had a chance to be alone since the wedding and I began to have doubts. She responded by flinging herself into my arms. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me, grinding herself into my rod that was becoming awake. I put my lips on her, kissing her hard. “What is it that you want, Mrs. King?” I asked. “I want you to fuck me hard, Mr. King,” she whispered back, nibbling on my earlobe. That was all the encouragement I needed. I reached u