Beautiful Creatures Series

Mackenzie carried the food out to the barbeque. She would make dinner, and when Gordon got back, they would have to have
an in-depth discussion about what the hell was going on. She tossed the charcoal into the barbeque and lit a match. She paused
when she heard a loud howl that echoed through the mountains. It was one lone wolf, and then more joined in.
Putting down what was in her hand, she walked back through the house to the living room, where she looked outside, horrified to
see the house surrounded by eight large monstrous wolves. They looked hostile, and they were coming up the porch to the door.
Mackenzie ran to the door and locked it backing away just as something heavy slammed against the door. She could hear the
beast on the other side, scratching and clawing at the door. Suddenly a large reddish tanned wolf came busting through the living
room bay window shattering the glass. It landed on its paws and fixed her in its sights, snarling and baring its teeth. It lunged at
Mackenzie, who turned and ran as fast as she could through the house. There was nothing for her to throw to slow them down
and nothing to hide behind.
She rounded the corner and opened the pantry door. Mackenzie stepped into the pantry and pulled the door closed. It would not
lock from the inside, so she held the handle of the door with both hands and did her best to hold it closed as the wolves on the
other side attacked the door.
Mackenzie screamed as the wolves tore the door apart. The door now lay on the kitchen floor in pieces, and they snapped their
jaws at her as Mackenzie kicked one in the face while trying to avoid being bitten. Suddenly a blood-chilling howl echoed through
the air, and all the wolves paused. They turned, and Mackenzie could see the big black wolf walk into the room snarling. The
other wolves slowly backed away, lowering their heads as if cowering. The black wolf growled as he braced his paws wide as if
preparing itself for a fight to the death. This show of aggression was enough for the other wolves to lay down submissively. The
black wolf sat down, still looking powerful and deadly, then he tilted his head back and howled. After that show of aggression, the
wolves cowardly crept past him, keeping low as they slunk out of the kitchen, leaving the house.
Mackenzie sat in the pantry, terrified, along with the black beast. She watched as its eyes began to glow, and the wolf became
Gordon standing in the kitchen naked. He walked up to Mackenzie and squatted down, reaching for her arms to help her up. “Are
you hurt?” He asked.
She did not know. Mackenzie ran her hands over her body, looking for injuries. “No, I think I’m ok.”
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have left you. It was a setup. Melissa was supposed to be a distraction.”
“Why are they trying to kill me?” His gaze drifted to her belly. “They baby? They were trying to kill the baby.”

Gordon helped Mackenzie to her feet. “I won’t leave you again. I promise.”
Mackenzie looked down at Gordon and snickered. “You are naked.”
Gordon laughed. “Yeah, I am. What did you do with my pants?” She looked over at his clothes heaped in the corner. “Thanks,”
he said, walking over to his pants and began pulling them on. “Do you always stip naked when chasing people?”
He smiled at her. “Only when I intend to wolf out. Otherwise, it would ruin my clothes.”
“Wolf out, is that what you call it? Let’s talk about that. You didn’t tell me you could do that.”
“Did you really think that thing I did in your apartment was all I could do? Darling, that’s only the tip of the iceberg.”
“I think we need to have a long talk. I have so many questions.
“I imagine you do. I will do my best to answer them.”
“First thing...”
“Hungry?”
“Starving.”
***
Two hours after their ordeal, Gordon and Mackenzie were sitting on the dining room floor with a lit emergency candle for
ambiance as they enjoyed a good barbeque on paper plates. It was the strangest thing. Mackenzie had never had a more
romantic dinner. She enjoyed it more than this. They had nothing, but somehow, she felt like she had everything. They had been
discussing her many questions. She wanted to know everything there was to know about what he was so she might know better
what it was she was carrying. Gordon was very candid about his abilities and what he knew about the history of his kind. It all
seemed so fantastic it was difficult to believe, but after having seen him turn into a wolf with her own eyes, she believed every
word he said.
According to Gordon, Lycanthropes never got sick. They were difficult to kill because they regenerated at an expediential rate.
They had a high metabolize, which accounted for his extreme physical fitness. They had strength and speed that could only be
categorized as superhuman. Plus, they had the senses of an animal. They could see in the dark, they could hunt by scent, and

they could hear a fruit fly flap its wings from a mile away. Then, of course, there was the ability to transform physically into a
massive beast.
When she asked how they could tell the difference between Lycanthropes and humans, he explained the telltale sign was their
eyes. Lycanthropes had amber eyes. No matter what form they took, their eyes never changed. He explained how Lycanthropes
were not made but born. He also explained that to this day, no one actually knew what the natural life expectancy of a
Lycanthrope was because, as far as any of them knew, no Lycanthrope had ever died of natural causes. Murder... yes... natural
causes... never.
He explained how most of them, if not all of them, had been forced to kill humans but only to defend themselves or to protect and
ensure the safety of the pack. While Mackenzie was not thrilled about the murder of others, but she understood why he felt it
necessary.
The thing that baffled her, though, was after getting to know him and seeing how Gordon handled the other pack members
proved he was no pushover. He could be dangerous when he stood his ground, which was probably why he was the Alpha, but
Mackenzie recalled his daughter Aster ranting about how his ex-wife would beat him. Mackenzie would not have believed it had
she not seen the humiliation and anger on Gordon’s face when his daughter was yelling at him.
Mackenzie had questions about the abuse, but she did not know how to broach the subject, and he was clearly avoiding it. “Can
I ask you something uncomfortable?” Mackenzie asked as they finished up their meal.
Gordon cast his eyes down in shame. “Did Melissa really beat me, and if so, why did I allow it?”
“I’m guessing from your lack of eye contact. It is true.”
He sighed heavily. “I met Melissa while we were young. I was thrilled to find a female Lycanthrope my age. We started fooling
around. She had a nasty personality, but I told myself I could live with it. She got pregnant with Aster, and I just figured marriage
was the right thing to do. We weren’t married a week when we had the first episode. She got mad that I had come home late.
She threw the dinner she had made at me and started shrieking the most hurtful things...
“I yelled back, and she got angrier. Melissa picked up the hot cast iron pan on the stovetop next to her and swung, smashing the
hot iron pan into the side of my face. She had been frying homemade fries, so it was filled with hot oil. The pain was blinding.
She broke my nose and fractured my right cheekbone. The oil burnt away the top layer of my skin on the right side. If I hadn’t the
ability to regenerate, it would have left me permanently disfigured. But I healed in twenty-four hours...

“She apologized the next day and said she would never let it happen again,” he scoffed. “That promise lasted about three days.
There were times she beat me so bad I’d thought she’d kill me. She’d leave me lying on the floor, unable to stand under my own
power. It never ended.”
“You are stronger than she is. Why did you allow her to do that?” Mackenzie asked, feeling petty for this man that, up to this
point, had never shown such vulnerability.
“When I was a child, my father told me there was never ever an excuse to strike a woman. I could never bring myself to hit her
back, so I just took it.”
“Why didn’t anyone step in?”
“I didn’t tell anyone. I didn’t want anyone to know.”
“Why not? They might have helped.”
Gordon laughed. “If I was a woman, everyone would come rushing to save me. It’s different for men. When a man hits a woman,
she is a victim who needs to be saved. When a woman hits a man, he is looked down on — mocked for being weak and
pathetic. Laughed at for letting a woman beat him up. There are no charities to help him. There are no social programs to protect
him. There is a stigma on battered men. No one was going to help me.”
“Why didn’t you just leave her sooner?”
“For who? There aren’t exactly a lot of middle-aged female Lycanthropes around,” he sighed. “Lycanthropes mate for life. It is a
tradition. It has been a constant since the dawn of time. I felt I had no choice.”
“But you did leave her?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I did. When I caught her in bed with one of my friends, it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I couldn’t
live through one more disgrace. I snapped, and I decided tradition wasn’t a good enough reason to keep putting up with the
abuse. So, I finally stood tall and put an end to it. I wish I had done it sooner because I am so much happier without her. I also
found you, and you are so much more fun than she ever was,” his gaze held hers, and she saw the uncertainty in them. “Do you
think I’m pathetic now?”
“No. I think you are stronger than I ever thought you were. It takes a strong man not to resort to violence. You stood by your
morals. Your conviction is remarkable. You are a good man.”

Gordon smiled as he took her hand in his. “Stay with me?”
“I am.”
“No, I want you to live here with me.”
“You want me to move in?”
“I do. I’m not talking about marriage. I’m done with marriage. I want to go to bed with you and wake up with you. Given the little
one growing in your belly, it seems like a good idea. We could give the baby a real home with both parents. That has to be a
good thing. After Melissa was so kind as to empty my house, I wouldn’t even have to worry about the room. I have plenty of
room, and you have plenty of furniture we can move in.”
“How is the pack going to handle that?”
“I don’t care. I’m the Alpha. I decide who lives and who leaves,” he said with a smile.
“They already tried to kill me once.”
“I won’t let that happen again.”
“My entire life has been about building and protecting the pack. If anything happens to you or the baby, I will kill every single
member of the pack that was involved. I am a man of my word. I’ll become the harbinger of death. When I get angry,” he leaned
into her, his eyes began to glow in that menacing way, “I can make the Devil run,” Mackenzie smiled. Not long ago, seeing him
do that would have been horrifying, yet now it seemed almost magical. “What do you say; do you want to NOT get married?”
Mackenzie chuckled. “I would be happy NOT to marry you,” she said, moving the things between them out of her was. She
crawled into his lap, straddling him face to face. “Besides, I hear marriage kills the sex life,” she said, running her fingers through
his hair as she kissed his lips softly.
Gordon moaned against her mouth with satisfaction as his hands slowly pulled her skirt up and out of the way. “You are a
handful,” he teased.
“You can handle me,” she purred, catching his bottom lip between her teeth as she reached down and unzipped his pants, taking
hold of him stroking him to life.

“I know just what to do with you,” reaching down, he lifted his hips enough to push his jeans down enough that they were out of
his way. Then he slid his fingers against her damp panties and slid them aside. Taking her cue, Mackenzie sunk down on his
erection, taking him in. They both sighed with satisfaction. It was the first time they had been together physically since she found
out what he was. Somehow knowing how truly dangerous he really was made it all the more exciting.
Gordon’s mouth ate at her neck, kissing and nipping, sending delightful shudders to her core where they were joined,
heightening the delicious sensation. Mackenzie began to ride him, hardworking them both into a lusty frenzy. His hands roamed
her back, holding her against him while they lost themselves in the heated kiss. Mackenzie had never been with a man that
made her so crazy. Every kiss, every touch only excited her more.
His hands travelled down her sides and over her legs, hooking behind her knees as she rolled Mackenzie beneath him and took
over. He pinned her to the floor with one hand holding both her wrists above her head while the other trailed down her neck and
pulling the front of her top and bra down enough, exposing her nipple to his sinful mouth. He sucked her nipple between his lips
and sucked hard, spiking the sensation between her legs.
Mackenzie moaned loudly, arching her back, thrusting her breast up to him, wanting more. She locked her legs around his waist
as he drove himself into her over and over, driving deep with each thrust. She could feel the sensation building as he ravaged
her there on the dining room floor. He brought her to climax, and Mackenzie gave herself over to the pleasure that shook her
body and flooded her mind. She heard him growl when he found his own release. It was baffling how such an aggressive sound
could be so satisfying.
When it was over, Gordon lay on the floor next to her. He smiled at her brushing her hair behind her ear. He had such a kind and
loving look in his eyes. How could someone so deadly be so gentle? “Welcome to the pack.”
***
The next morning Gordon drove Mackenzie back to her apartment to pack her things. While she was safely in Aspen, he
returned to Feral and found his so-called friends all sitting around on the porch at Conrad’s place with Melissa. He knew these
people had been the ones that went after Mackenzie last night. He had only seen them in their wolf forms, but he knew them by
scent. Gordon walked up the steps of the porch, where all his friends were seated around on outdoor furniture drinking. The
conversation died instantly when they spotted Gordon.
“Well-well,” Gordon smiled menacingly. “Everyone having fun?” Only Melissa made eye contact. Everyone else did not have the
balls to look him in the eye. “Did everyone get enough exercise last night?”

“It was Melissa’s idea,” Hoss said, throwing the mastermind under the bus. It did not surprise him that she was behind it all. “She
said that child is the beginning of the end.”
“And like the dumbasses you are, you all followed her. You dare to stand against me. I should rip your fucking throat out. You
want to challenge me. You come at me. Don’t skulk around like cowards. Any of you geniuses want to take me on stand up, and
we will sort this out right now,” now one rose. “No? Not one of you has the balls to face me? You guys should be more discerning
about who you follow. Remember, I’m the Alpha. I’m the top of the fucking food chain,” he barked, and everyone except Melissa
jumped. “Heed my warning. The next person to go after my girl or my span will....”
“Be exiled?” Melissa challenged.
“Will die. I will rip them limb from limb with my own two hands.”
“You would kill your own kind to protect a human and some half-breed freak?” Melissa growled.
“Every last one of you. This is your only warning. The next time I see your face on my property, you will be digging your own
grave. You have been warned,” he then snatched the beer out of Conrad’s hand and walked away, drinking the rest of it. With
that matter dealt with, Gordon was going back to Aspen to help Mackenzie pack.