Fate Stained - Part Two

Kyanite POV

I woke early morning to the sound of birds singing in the tree outside my bedroom window. It was a beautiful song and something about waking to the sounds of nature reminded me of being back home in Panthera.

I knew word would have reached my parents by now that I was back and I knew it wouldn’t be too long before I needed to face the music. Onyx made no secret that she wished to abdicate the throne and pass the crown to me, the rightful heir of the Panthera Kingdom.

So what did that mean for my relationship with Quinn?

I knew what I wanted it to mean. I wanted Quinn to return to Panthera with me and take her place by my side as Queen. But I wasn’t stupid. Quinn had been the Luna of Fern Creek for three years, she loved these wolves and I knew any attempts I would make to remove her from this would be futile, especially with her Alpha in the picture.

I’d also thought about her living between both Panthera and Fern Creek. It wouldn’t be hard for our mages to create a direct passageway between the two locations, allowing a shorter travel distance for both myself and Quinn.

I knew all of this depended greatly on the Alpha dog’s stance on Quinn and I. I was intentionally giving Jayce and Quinn their space, if Quinn was going to have any chance of convincing her lapdog that the three of us could make things work, then I needed to temporarily take a step back and leave them be…for now anyway. The way I saw it, Jayce had two options - share his mate with me, or, step back and let her go - because there was no fucking way I was going anywhere.

It was obvious at the dinner when we first arrived back from Hell that tensions were high between Jayce and Quinn. I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a huge part of me that wished Jayce was too wounded and heartbroken to continue on his relationship with Quinn. I prayed to the Gods that his wolf would reject her, his Alpha beast too proud and stubborn to forgive his cheating Luna.

Who knows…there was still a chance this could happen if I played my cards right.

The sounds of screaming toddlers outside my bedroom door quickly brought me back to reality and I groaned, rolling out of bed and pulling on a plain T-shirt and shorts. It seemed I’d traded one Hell for another. These three little terrors were the spawns of Satan and they’d taken a great interest in trying to break me. It was only last night that I’d come to bed to find one of them had taken a shit under my pillow! My fucking pillow!

The mage-wolf hybrid, Blake, had apologised profusely and changed my bedding in the blink of an eye. I’d felt kind of guilty watching the heavily pregnant woman fussing over my bedroom arrangements but the thought of cleaning up her child’s steaming turd was enough to make me gag.

Now I could hear them, not so silently, plotting outside my door. I bet one of them was slipping off their nappy now to leave me something warm to step on. I looked over to my bedroom window, smiling, and after brushing my teeth I slid it open and jumped outside. Those tiny assassins would be waiting a while if they’d planned on ruining my morning with some other disgusting prank.

“Not a fan of Blake’s cooked breakfasts?”

I turned my head in the direction that the female voice came from and smiled as I saw a woman leaning on the outside of the Beta’s house. She had striking amber eyes and long blonde hair and I recognised her immediately as Quinn’s bear friend from Yo-Na.

“Norah I presume?”

The woman smiled and stood upright, extending her hand to me.

“You presume correctly, and you must be Prince Kyanite”

“Kyan is fine”

I took Norah’s hand and shook it. The bear was quite attractive, in a sharp and abrasive kind of way. There was not much in the way in softness to her and the woman’s strength and power radiated off her in waves. I wondered if she was part of her tribe’s Royal bloodline, if not she was definitely chosen mate material for whoever ruled their tribe - either way, the she-bear gave off some serious ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibes.

“So, what is it? You don’t like Blake’s cooking or there are three little midgets in there that have decided you’re their new play toy?”

“Definitely the latter” I laughed, “what’s your excuse for being up this early? You piss the bed?”

Norah smirked, giving me a ‘I think we’re going to get along just fine’ look.

“Nah. I had to get out of that pack house. Q and the Big Dog are fucking like fucking rabbits. I swear he’s had her bent over every surface in that place—”

Norah stopped abruptly, her hand flying over her mouth to stop herself from talking. I knew the way my face must have looked but there was no hiding it. It seemed the piece of shit dog wasn’t near as heartbroken and torn up as I’d hoped. I blinked back the images in my head of my mate bent over whilst Jayce ploughed into her with his dirty little Chihuahua pin dick. A low growl vibrated through my chest and I winced and my claws pierced the insides of my clenched fists.

“Fuck! Fuck. I can’t believe it just fucking— Kyan, dude, I’m sorry” Norah’s stuttered apology would have been enough to make me laugh if it wasn’t for the fact that I was trying my best to stop my panther from breaking free and tearing the compound to shreds.

I knew this was going to happen and I thought I’d done my best to prepare myself for it. There was no way that Quinn and Jayce weren’t going to fuck…at least once; but I’d known at the pack dinner that they’d already done that, I could smell the cunt of a canine’s seed all over her. But if what Norah was saying was true and they were partaking in their own little dirty fuck-fest while I slept in the house next door…then that was another thing entirely.

“Kyan. I’m sorry—”

“It’s fine" I said, cutting the bear off, “really, I knew those two would need to…reconnect”

“Yeah, you didn’t need to hear it like that from me though”

I took a deep breath and sighed. I felt my claws retract back into my hands, my panther - for now - choosing to retreat back into my subconscious to lick his wounds rather than sink his fangs into a particular Alpha Wolf.

“Down kitty?” Norah asked.

“Down kitty” I replied with a tight smile.

The bear nodded, patting me on the back.

“Good. Now, let’s go for a walk…preferably away from the pack house. I was actually going to go see Flynn, I heard he found his fated mate…”

Norah POV

I was glad when the panther agreed to join me on my walk to Dominic’s cabin. Something that resembled a tiny stab of guilt niggled away in my chest as we walked in silence through the compound, but I was quick to shrug it off and push it to the side. I hadn’t wanted to be the bearer of bad news, but I felt it had been a necessary evil.

Kyan seemed like a good dude; he had a level of smart arse arrogance that I liked and didn’t take himself too seriously. But, he was dangerously close to fucking with the life my beloved Quinn-baby had worked so hard to build.

I was a hypocrite and I knew it. There was a time that I’d frothed over the idea of Kyanite coming back to shake things up with Jayce and show him that he wasn’t the be all and end all when it came to men that were worthy of The Shifter Queen’s heart.

But then that big dumb mutt showed me another side to himself. He saw me at one of my most vulnerable times and instead of using it to crush me, he saved me and never once made me feel like I owed him or he’d done it for any other reason than the fact he was a good bloke.

Quinn deserved a man like Jayce. He was mate material, he was father material and he was husband material. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t taken it personally when Quinn turned down Jayce’s proposal. I’d encouraged him to put his heart on his sleeve and to show his Luna the emotionally available side he always seemed to hide under his gruff and rugged exterior.

How was I to know that kinky boots herself had been screwing her little brains out in Hell with Mr. Puss In Boots beside me? But I should have known. Onyx told me about the wild sexual chemistry her brother and Quinn had, even when they virtually hated each other. And, if saving your lover’s life then having her rock up in Hell to rescue you, like some kind of superhero, doesn’t get you hot under the collar - then fuck! I don’t know what will!

So, yeah, I might have intentionally let it slip to Kyan that his dear little Quinn and Scooby Doo had been up all night fucking each other in every room of the pack house. Watching the panther’s heart break right before my eyes wasn’t my idea of a fun time, but he needed to know that Quinn was still hot and heavy for her Alpha. Maybe it would make the dude cut his losses and recognise when to take a step back, or, maybe it would do the exact opposite and make him fight harder for her affections. Who the fuck knew?

“Here we are, Daddy Doggy’s cottage in the woods” I muttered as we finally reached our destination.

I knocked on the door and smiled widely as Jayce’s father greeted me, inviting both myself and Kyanite inside.

I liked Dom. He was old school and gave off some serious DILF vibes. The man was a unit and it wasn’t hard to see where Jayce got his masculinity from. Even when Jayce had shown a high level of distain for me, Dom had always been pleasant and accommodating. He’d never apologised for his son’s sullenness but also never played into it if he thought it was unwarranted. But seeing him invite Quinn’s other mate inside and offer him a coffee, just showed how truly lovely the guy really was. I needed to take a page from his book.

“Is Flynn about?” Kyan asked, blowing the hot steam from his chocolate powdered cappuccino.

Dom sighed and shook his head as he leant back in his chair.

“No. He is with Moira. The boy needs to put in some serious work with his animal…or animals. We were all about giving him time to adjust to life outside of Hell before we got into the nitty and gritty with life as a shifter, but now that he has a fated mate…time is not of the essence”

That was for damn sure. Fern was nothing more than a walking rubber vagina with a ‘come fuck me’ sign plastered above her head if Flynn wasn’t able to control his animal. Harsh? Yes. False? Fuck no!

The fact that he’d been able to hold himself back last night was a miracle within itself. I’d never experienced the pull of the bond but every shifter had it drilled into them at school about the dangers of fated mate bonds and the inability to control your animal.

“Prognosis?” I asked.

Dominic shrugged and sipped his coffee.

“Pretty good I would say. Flynn is part Warlock, after all. It sounds like, from what I’ve heard, that he has pretty amazing control with his powers and his subconscious. So tapping into his animal and learning how to control him shouldn’t be too foreign”

Kyan nodded in agreement.

“I’ve seen it firsthand. He has objects - books, weapons, potions - stored away in his subconscious and he can actually retrieve them and materialise them when he so chooses”

The fuck?

“That’s some pretty powerful voodoo” I breathed, “Gerard and Meadow would absolutely jizz in their jocks over that”

“I think once word gets out that Fern Creek has their own Warlock-shifter hybrid—”

“Or tribrid” I added, cutting Dominic off.

“Or tribrid, that we will have quite a few Shamans and mages alike knocking on our gates wanting to meet with him”

I didn’t doubt that at all either. I just hoped that when, not if, Gerard and Meadow came a’knocking, that they wouldn’t have future King Dildo Darius with them.