The Hawthrone Heir(UNEDITED)

You can't rush something you want to last forever.

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Achilles Jefferson

Tyler

Our teeth clashed together as we devoured one another, and our tongues swiped at each others’ canine feeling their sharpness.

Trailing open-mouth kisses down to my desired destination, detaching the laced bra, setting free the perfect set of breast I've ever seen. Giving one of the caramel buds a quick flick of the tongue, while kneading the other breast, a needy little mood slid past her lips. Popping the nipple into my mouth, she throws her head back with a groan. Ever so sensual, I nibbled on the bud, grazing it with my canine making her breathing become even more erotic.

I'm about to do the same thing with the other nipple, but my door gets pound on.

“Dude, you better put a hold on your current activities because our dads about to flip their shit!” Brandon muffled voice declared.

Damn! I've been blocking dad, and the pack from my mind for the last half an hour now.

“Gimme a few minutes!” I hollered, still in my laid back position.

“I'm giving you three minutes bro, hurry the hell up man,” he grumbled.

Leaning back on the headboard, I chuckle at her pouting face. Retracting my canines, I stare at hers. She's so beautiful, and I can't wait to sink my teeth the right way into her flesh, binding our souls together as one.

“Don't pout beautiful, or else the next time my dad will have to break down my door," I warned dead serious.

Groaning, Destiny grabs the bra that had been carelessly discarded before and starts putting it back on, but I stop her.

“I'm not going to have access to them for the next week,” I grumbled, fondling her breast.

“You're acting as if you'll never see them again, I'll send you pictures,” Destiny whispered in my ear running her tongue on the lobe as the act travels to my shaft.

Growling, I switch our position with her giggling beneath me. “You like playing with fire don't you,” I accused, spreading her legs wide open for better access. The radiating heat from between her legs, the scent of arousal, and her moaning are driving my primal side nuts.

‘Tyler! Get. Your. Ass. Down. Here. Now!’ Dad yelled through the mindlink.

‘I'll be there in a minute,’ I replied, annoyed and highly frustrated.

“I gotta go beautiful,” I say, kissing Destiny's pouting lips. “By the way, I've assigned you three guards, ones I handpicked myself,” I inform her.

“Tyler, I can protect myself you know. I've been doing it since-” Destiny begins but I shush her.

“Destiny, I know you can. But you're my lifeline now, and I protect the ones that I love.” I try to reason.

Sighing, “okay,” she mumbled with doubt swimming in her silver eyes.

“Behave alright, I'll see you in a week,” I muttered, almost bitter.

Staring at Destiny one last time, I get off her, grabbing my bag, and make my way out of the room.

“You're supposed to be a happy man, what's with the long face?” Brandon asks, getting off the couch once I reached downstairs.

“I'll tell you later. The better question is, who were you with?” I enquired based on his disheveled appearance. The front of his T-shirt is crushed, his lips are swollen, and his normally kept hair is sticking all over the place.

Smirking. “I'll tell you later,” Brandon retorts, mocking me.

Chuckling we both make our way outside to two very angry alpha fathers.

“Sorry, dad got caught up,” I mumbled my excuse.

“Sure you did,” Adrian snorts. “Come on boys, let's go before we're late.

Throwing our bags into the trunk of the van, we huddle inside.

Over the past few weeks, Destiny and I have been getting seriously intimate, both physical and spiritual. Even without the mate bond, we can literally feel each other's emotions. And I've been feeling a lot of doubt from her whenever I utter ‘You're mine’ to her. I try not to get offended by the reaction since it's a defense mechanism, but I wish she would have enough faith in me to believe it when it's mentioned.

“Tyler!”

“Huh?”

“You okay son?” my dad questions with a frown.

Shit, we're already at the airport. “I'm fine,” I grunt, stepping out of the van.

Brandon gives me a questioning look, but I just shrugged him off making my way over towards the waiting jet. Hopefully, I can get some shut-eye before we land in Arizona for the yearly alpha gathering with the council. Just the thought of those bastards is enough to give me a headache.

~❤~

“Another shot,” I demanded, slamming the glass on the wooden counter.

The bartender hesitated at first, but eventually poured the whiskey anyway. Before the liquid can even touch my lips, I'm interrupted.

“My, don't you smell like her.” A Hispanic voice declared.

Ignoring the asshole, I gulp down the brown liquid in one go.“Chocolate chip cookies, right.” The voice continues taunting. “She tastes sweet doesn't she,” he adds.

Turning around, I finally look who the voice belongs to and just my luck, it's Miguel Vargas.

“We got a problem here, Vargas?” Brandon questions out of nowhere.

“Naah Parker, just telling Greyson here just how sweet Destiny tastes,” Miguel answered.

The words are barely out of his mouth before my right fist collides with it, breaking his jaw. “Hijo de puta[Son of a bitch]!” He screams, crashing on the ground.

All hell broke loose after that.

“Brandon Parker! Tyler Greyson! Alberto Garcia! Miguel Vargas!” the thin as a stick man screams our name. When the four of us stand up, he motions us to come forward. “You're all free to go,” he mutters, opening up the cell doors.

We sauntered out of the cell first, followed by the other two pricks. Reaching around the front, our fathers stare at us with knitted eyebrows not impressed by our appearances, to make it worse—there stood an enforcer from the werewolf council. Their kind exists only to serve out harsh punishment, which includes whipping and execution.

“You touch me, and you're a dead man.” Miguel grits out before anything is even said.

The enforcer smirked. “You're already an alpha which makes you almost untouchable,” he retorts. “As for you two, not so much.” He stated looking us dead in the eyes.

I've been in this area for a full day now and I'm already irritated.

“Fucker, you believe just because I'm not a full pledge alpha yet, you think I'm going down without a fight. Think the fuck again,” I growled.

“What he said,” Brandon agreed, stepping up beside me.

The enforcer looked between the two of us before smiling. “You've got guts kid,” he says, right before disappearing into thin air.

Relieved, I let out a tired breath along with a sigh. Goddess, I need some sleep.

“You want to tell me what that was back there?” dad questioned.

“Nothing,” I grunt.

Grabbing me by my collar, he slams me in the nearby wall. “I asked you a question boy!”

“Dad, get your hands off me!” I yelled, shoving him away from me, and he staggers a bit. “I'm really not in the mood for anyone's shit right now. With all due respect, I wish to go back to the hotel and get some sleep.” I proclaimed.

He doesn't argue, we just huddle inside the jeep and make our way back to where we're staying.

~❤~

“Last thing on the agenda for today.” Councilman Robert Jackson muttered, scribbling down something on the parchment paper. “It has been brought to our attention of a living and breathing Hawthorne,” he stated, as murmurs started to fly around the room.

“What about it?” Miguel growled, surprising everyone including me.

I wonder what's his personal connection to Destiny is. “She tastes sweet doesn't she,” his voice echoes in my head.

“You ask what about it?... Besides being alive, this particular Hawthorne shares an alpha's blood,” Stephen Colbert reported. “Speaking of which, where is Alpha DeLuca?” he questioned, looking around as if there's a crowd of us.

“His Luna reported him ill your graces,” a soft, yet stern voice replied.

“And why weren't we aware of his absence before?” Jasmine Robinson enquired. She's probably the only one I can actually stand.

“I-I….It was a sudden notice my lady.” the young man stuttered with a flustered face.

“Very well then,” Stephen muttered. “One last thing….Tyler Greyson Jnr, is it true you're in a public relationship with the young witch?” he adds, glaring down at me as if daring to say yes.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Are you aware of her status young man?” Robert questioned, astonished.

“Yes, I'm aware of the slave status she's been branded with,” I answered, standing my ground.

“Tyler,” Jasmine utters softly. “You know the punishment for having a relationship with a different species other than your own is, death.” she remains me.

“Your point Lady Jasmine?” I replied, using her title will surely let them know I'm serious.

“This boy cannot be serious!” Robert snapped. “You are still the alpha, do you stand behind him with this?” he turned and asked my dad.

“My son is practically the alpha already, and it's his decision to be with whomever he desires,” he replies. “Now, if that's all for now, we're done here.”

Glaring at us, Robert doesn't respond, he just nods towards the others and takes their leave.

“You've got some balls, you tell HalfPint I said not bad,” Miguel says, smirking.

Doubling my fist having every intention to punch him in his face again, a hand stops me. “Don't even think about it man,” Brandon growls in my ear. Taking deep breaths I turn around facing Brandon and nod. Gathering the reports, we all make our way outside.

“Okay, what's up with you Ty? You've been in a pissy mood before we even arrived here.” Brandon stated with a deep frown.

“It's Destiny man,” I mumbled, dragging my hand over my face. “Whenever I express how much I value our relationship, her body becomes tense and she spaces out or changes the topic.”

“Oh, she doesn't believe you,” he concluded and I nod.

“I need my coronation to show her just how much I'm serious about our romance,” I proclaimed.

“Fuck! You're planning on marking her aren't you,” Brandon exclaims

“Yes I am, but you know I can't. Not until I'm a full pledge alpha, the mark would mean nothing if I do it now.” I answered back.

“You know what that means right?”

“Brandon, we've got this connection man. It's as if I've met her before she even came here. I can feel all her desires, pain, rage, and loneliness. We even have the electrical pull like a mated couple, all the signs are there. I just need our souls to combine.”

“That's deep,” Brandon breathes out. “I'm with you, whatever you decide bro, you can count on my support.” he declares.

Getting to my feet, I hug Brandon and he tightens his hold on me. We've been friends since we were pups, but to risk his pack like this for me, is beyond any bond.

“Come on, let's get some sleep. Tomorrow is German and Casey's son welcoming and christening ceremony,” Brandon says.

“How do you know that?” I ask with a smirk.

“You know already,” he grumbles. “Jenny is afraid of the backlash from the witch community if we go public,” Brandon added with a sigh.

“You'll figure it out,” I encouraged.

Bidding each other a good night, I take off my shoes, pants, and shirt. The night's a bit chilly in Arizona during spring, but I'm too exhausted to care.

~❤~

“There was only one incident alpha,” Travis reported.

“Which is?” I enquired.

“Bridgette DeLuca confronted Destiny, however, she did not react or encouraged her sir.” he quickly adds.

“Thank you, Travis, job well done.” I praise, dismissing him.

“Ty!” the high pitched voice belonging to my little brother shrieks in joy, as small hands tackle my feet.

Grabbing the squirt, I toss him in the air and catch him. “Hey buddy, you ready?”

“Yeap,” he replied. “Do I get to meet your girlfriend today?” he asks, giving me his puppy dog's eyes and I nod. Giggling, he wiggled out of my hold, running off, excited more than ever. Chuckling, I just follow behind him.

As we gather around in a circle, we make way for Dante and Anna to step into the middle followed by German, Casey, and his parents. But we're confused, the baby isn't present.

“Where is the little one?” Anna asked.

“Right here,” Destiny’s voice rings out. Bare feet in a royal blue robe, she makes her way into the center with the baby in her arms.

“What is she doing here?” Bridgette sneered.

“She's our family witch, and she's already connected herself with my son,” German growled.

“Even so, you need a coven to bless a child.” Bridgette retort.

“Actually Bridgette, as long as the heir of the coven is alive the ritual can be performed,” Cammy replied, shutting up the ex-Luna.

“Mother if you don't mind keeping your trap shut so we can finish up here,” Dante announced. “Please proceed,” he turned to Destiny.

“Didn't need your permission,” she replied. “Let's begin the ritual, let's go, boy.” Destiny commands Demon.

Laying flat on his stomach, Destiny places the baby on Demon’s back. Casey, German, Blue, and Martha joined hands around him. Murmuring a few words, Destiny begins to hum.

“Night and the spirit of life calling

Oh, oh, iyo, mamela

And the voice with the fear of a child answers

Iyo iyo, mamela

Wait, there's no mountain too great

Hear these words and have faith

Oh, oh, iyo

Have faith

Hela hey mamela, hela hey mamela

Hela hey mamela, hela hey mamela

He lives in you, he lives in me

He watches over everything we see

Into the waters, into the truth

In your reflection, he lives in you.”

Destiny sings, twirling and stomping around the circle.

“Dream, and the voice in the wind whispers

Iyo mamela

Wait, there's no mountain too great

Hear these words and have faith, oh,

oh, iyo

He lives in you, he lives in me

He watches over everything we see

Into the waters, into the truth

In your reflection, he lives in you

Ingonyama nengw' enamabala

Ingonyama nengw' enamabala

He lives in you, he lives in me

He watches over everything we see

Into the water, into the truth

In your reflection, he lives in you

He lives in you, oh yeah, he lives in me

He watches over everything we see

Into the water, into the truth

In your reflection, he lives, he lives, he

lives, he lives in you

He lives, he lives, he lives in you

He watches over everything we see.”

By this time, Destiny's in mid-air with a glowing baby. “Πρόγονοι, σας παρουσιάζω τον Αχιλλέα, τον πολεμιστή [Ancestors, I present to you Achilles, the warrior].” She mumbled.

Once the words left her mouth, a gust of wind blew so hard, it howled—levitating both Destiny and the baby back to the ground.

Placing the sleeping infant into Casey's arms. “Achilles Jefferson, it means warrior. May the ancestors protect and guide him,” Destiny says

“T-thank you,” Casey replied, sniffling, kissing the baby's forehead.

Walking up to Dante, he extends his canines, sinking them into the child's wrist. Normally a baby would cry but Achilles was calm as ever in his mother's arm.

“Demons, guests, I give you Achilles Jefferson!” Dante roared, as his pack howled, welcoming its new member.

With the ceremony over the crowd decreased in numbers as the people wished the baby good fortune before leaving.

“Hey,” I said, tapping Destiny on the shoulder.

“Hi,” she mumbles.

“I never knew you were doing this,” I started.

“You would've if you had talked to me once you got back,” she snapped.

“I guess that's deserving, I'm sorry.” I apologized.

“It's okay Tyler, you don't owe me anything.” She dismisses my apology. “I gotta go, German’s waiting for me.”

“I'll call you later,” I say, moving to kiss her lips, however it lands on her cheek since she turned her face. “I love you,” I added with a sigh.

Grunting she just turns around, before walking away. She didn't need to say it back, because I felt it. "One month," I mutter to myself. In a month's time I'll be alpha, and Destiny, she'll be my luna for sure. No one is more fitting for me, not even Kara. And she was something else entirely.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the right to the lyrics of the song mentioned in this chapter credit to the original owners.

Awwww, baby Achilles is the first person to be christened by a Hawthorne. That part was inspired by The Lion King, my all-time favorite Disney cartoon.

What do you think happened between Bridgette and Destiny while Tyler was away?

And who the heck is Kara?!

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Thank you for reading, until next time.