A Long Walk Home Ch 06 - Teaser

Chapter Six

Nors was so angry that he still doubted the wisdom of going to his sister’s house. The call from Rafe had incensed him so much that he'd already spent a while trying to calm down before tackling her about her latest stunt.

Freya had always been wild, had always had the power to push his buttons, but she’d been as good as gold the last few years; he had foolishly believed that she had been getting better, calming down. But this stunt against the pack was simply intolerable.

He didn’t knock on her front door when he arrived; he just opened it and entered. He stopped in shock as his eyes took in the total destruction that had once been her immaculate sitting room. Walking forward slowly he ran stunned eyes over the broken furniture and deep gouges in the walls. The room was completely destroyed with the exception of the piece of artwork that hung over the fireplace.

His rage warred with a sudden feeling of trepidation. What the fuck had happened here? Had someone attacked his sister? Was she all right?

“What do you see when you look at it, Nors?” Freya’s soft voice suddenly came from the room and he realised that she was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall to his left, behind the door.

“A fucking mess?” he guessed, his mind still in shock at the destruction.

“I meant the painting,” she sighed softly. “What do you see when you look at the painting?”

Finally realising that his sister was in no danger and the destruction of the room was her doing, Nors felt the shock leave him and his anger return in all its blazing glory. “I didn’t come here to discuss art, Freya. I came here because I received a call from Rafe Hanlon. You know who he is, don’t you? My fucking Alpha!”

He heard her move and his shock returned when he saw her rumpled clothes and wild hair, her beautiful face an empty mask of absolute nothingness. Freya was very fastidious about her appearance. To see her so dishevelled was unprecedented.

“I see me,” she breathed softly, walking over the ruined furniture to stand before the painting and gaze up at it. “It’s so full of pain, such utter despair in every brush stroke. It screams out to the world that it is broken.”

His disquiet grew, warring with his anger, but the anger won. “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about, Freya,” he finally told her, distrust in his voice. “You think this will divert me somehow?” He waved his hand around the ruined room.

“Well, it’s not going to, sister. You attacked a member of the Armand-Hanlon pack. Not only is he a pack member but he’s also the only remaining person that Ashleigh calls family. You KNOW she cares about Dayton Alexander. You know he’s her last link to her family. What possessed you, Freya? What the fuck was going through your selfish little mind?”

Freya sighed softly and turned to face her brother. She had never seen him so angry before, not even when she had been so wild that The Council had been ready to terminate her. It was interesting to watch how loyalties shifted when someone mated and had a child.

Her brother was the only person she’d ever opened up to and even then she did so sparingly. She wanted him to understand, to really hear her but the expression on his face told her he wasn’t in a listening mood. She considered trying again and then decided it was a pointless waste of time.

She supposed it was only to be expected: when you fucked up so often, that was all anyone ever saw.

“I didn’t hurt him,” she finally answered, her tone dull and lifeless. “I don’t know what all the fuss is about. It was just a kiss, not even a very good one, at that.”

She closed her eyes so they couldn't call her a liar. It hadn’t been a good kiss; it had been a fucking fantastic kiss, one she could still taste on her lips as though she had been branded. Just as she saw an anguished pair of blue eyes every time she closed hers. They haunted her relentlessly, accused her, hated her.

Nors flew at her, grabbing her by the throat and shaking her hard. She didn’t fight him, simply let him do what he wanted.

“You took without consent,” he was hissing furiously. “You threatened another Were’s life. You know the punishment for that, Freya. You were there in the Council chambers that day. It’s only because Rafe hasn’t made this an official complaint that it wasn’t Caleb opening your door just now. If this becomes official then he will take your head and there is nothing I can do about it!”

He had stopped shaking her, releasing her with a groan of disgust as she just looked at him with the same irritatingly blank expression.

“Would you even try, Nors?” Curiosity laced her tone. “I mean, wouldn’t it be easier if I was dead? Then you’d have your perfect peaceful life with your perfect mate and perfect child. No more worry about what little sister is getting up to, what trouble she may be causing.”

He shot her a disgusted look although it took him a moment to hide the flash of pain in his eyes. “Self pity doesn’t suit you,” he ground out. “You love yourself too much to want to die, Freya. It’s just everyone else you don’t give a fuck about.”

He turned and walked away, unable to look at her any longer. “Stay the fuck away from the pack. And that goes for Dayton and his friend Rayne, too. They are under our protection.”

He stopped and turned as he reached the doorway. “Oh, and stay away from the house too. You’re no longer welcome in my home. Stay away from Ashleigh and Liam. If you come near us I swear I’ll kill you myself and find that peace you were just talking about.”

He turned and left the house, tears in his eyes as he walked away from her. He couldn’t believe she’d done this to him, to his family. He’d thought she was integrating well but it had all been a sham. She would never change, she would always be the same heartless creature. He just didn’t have the energy to deal with her anymore.

Freya watched him leave a sad smile on her face. Nors’ words hurt even though she knew he didn’t mean them. He would forgive her. He always did. He could no more leave her to drown in her own misery than he could leave Ashleigh or Liam. His guilt rode him too hard to do that. He deserved better, he always had. He just wasn’t the kind of man to walk away from that he considered his responsibilities.

She turned to stare back at the haunting painting. The melancholy within the brushstrokes pierced her soul like nothing else could. The wolf had lived this life for half a century. She had lived it for eternity and now she was weary of it.

Her brother was right. It was a minor miracle that Caleb Cullen hadn’t come looking for her. If that happened then Nors would lose his close friendship with the other Ancient as well as his sister. He would never be able to forgive Caleb for being the one to take her life even if she did deserve it.

She could do one last thing for her brother. He would hate her forever but he would finally get the peace he deserved. “Forgive me, Nors.”

Freya turned and headed into her pristine kitchen. She stared at the shiny white cupboards and stainless steel appliances with a blank expression. Then she smiled softly. “Now, where shall I start?” she whispered, walking to the nearest wall unit and reaching up to rip it down.

A Long Walk Home Ch 05 - Complete

I've been stressed this week and not a lot of fun for which I apologise deeply.

Here is my apology, but only if you really want to read it and can't wait for it to post next week :-)

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Chapter Five

Dayton and Rayne made their way out of the library, leaving the Alpha alone to contact whoever he needed to speak to. Rafe had given them free passage within the compound and had offered them the use of the guest rooms on the first floor of the main house.

Dayton didn’t particularly want to stay, but until the issue with Freya was sorted out he knew she would keep coming back to the gallery. Rayne, surprisingly, had seemed overjoyed at Rafe’s offer. This set him musing quietly to himself: his friend appeared to be anxious to spend time in the compound and he doubted it had anything to do with Freya. Trivial matters such as death threats just didn’t faze her.

Before he could ask her what was going on, the sound of children's laughter caught his attention and he turned to look up the main stairwell. Three little ones came haring down from the second floor, squealing with laughter as they ran.

In the lead was a small boy of around five, his hair a shock of deep chocolate brown, his light blue eyes glowing with glee as he ran. Behind him another boy and a girl chased after him. They were both blond, around the same age; the girl’s eyes were a deep green and her sibling’s a light blue like his brother's. It was obvious that they were from the same litter.

“DJ! Thorne! Rowan! Get back here right now!” an exasperated feminine voice called from upstairs. The woman's tone sounded stern but there was a trace of laughter lurking in it as the three little rascals made their bid for freedom.

Dayton couldn’t help the smile that crossed his lips and the cold fury within him began to melt in the face of the children’s antics. His Beta instincts kicked in automatically and he collected the first child into his arms as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

His sudden appearance surprised the children so much that they all froze in place, the cub in his arms staring wide eyed at him. “You really should listen to your mother, little one,” said Dayton in a firm tone, but with a hint of gentleness to it as he didn’t want to frighten the boy.

The child’s reaction stunned him: his face suddenly split into a huge grin and he threw his arms around Dayton's neck and held on tightly. Dayton couldn’t help stiffening slightly at the open display of affection before he willed his body to relax and accept the child’s embrace.

More of his fury melted away as he gently held the child against his chest, inhaling in the manner of his wolf to ingrain the boy’s scent deep within himself.

“You three are in so much trouble...” As she appeared at the head of the last set of stairs, Jennifer Swift stopped in shock, staring wide eyed at the scene before her.

She instantly recognised the man standing in the main hallway: Dayton Alexander. There were photographs of all the Alexanders in her home; including the lost brother Aaron missed so much.

Behind him stood a Werecat whom she quickly judged to be no threat; otherwise she wouldn’t have been allowed to enter the house. Jen's gaze was drawn instead to Dayton, and to the way he was holding her son so carefully.

Did Aaron know his brother was here? It was a silly thought and she knew it; of course he would know, though where he was she had no idea. How should she react to Dayton’s presence? She knew his story, understood why he had closed himself off from the pack. And yet here he was, holding DJ with such care, and there was more than a hint of warmth in his eyes as he looked at her son.

“Let the children bring him home to us, honey,” she heard Aaron’s soft words in her head. He must have sensed her confusion and realised why.

“I need to stay with Cedar at the moment. Alexei is close to losing it and she needs my help to get through to him. Don’t push Day: he’ll react better to the children than to us. Let them charm him as they do everyone else and take it from there. You can do this, Jen.”His words held such confidence, such faith in her that she felt her worries melt away. So she blew him a mental kiss, sent him a shaft of love through their mate bond, and waited to see what would happen next.

Dayton watched the beautiful woman carefully, trying to judge if she was about to freak out at him for touching one of her children. Although pack mothers were notoriously protective of their young she didn’t appear to be about to go for his throat, so he relaxed and allowed himself a moment to study her.

She had long black hair, a shade lighter than Rayne’s, and lovely green eyes. She was beautiful, if somewhat on the small side for his taste, standing only about five foot four. Regardless, she was a very attractive woman and her mate was clearly a very lucky man.

Dayton was rather startled to find that he’d just appraised her as a woman. He had spent so long never really seeing women that it was disconcerting to suddenly start viewing a member of the opposite sex in that manner.

“Have you come home now, Uncle Dayton?” the cub in his arms suddenly asked, raising his head to look into his eyes and Dayton struggled to keep the shock from his expression as he stared back at him.

The instant the boy spoke he knew whose children they were. Another cursory glance at the other two and he saw Aaron stamped all over their features. He was looking at his niece and nephews; something twisted deep within him--a fierce, overwhelming need to protect these little angels.

“I’m certainly here for a visit, at least,” he finally answered, not wanting to promise anything he couldn’t deliver. He could only assume that the children recognised him from photographs in the family album. His answer didn’t appear to upset the boy in his arms, who just grinned even wider than before.

“I’m DJ,” he laughed. “That means Dayton Junior but everyone just calls me DJ because it’s shorter.” He wiggled to be put down and then ran up the few steps to his siblings. “This is Thorne and this is Rowan,” he announced solemnly, showing his uncle that he was the oldest of the triplets, and therefore the leader, as he tapped first his brother and then his sister on the shoulder.

It was all Dayton could do not to laugh at his performance. It was so cute, so pompously arrogant, for one so young. He knew at once that DJ would grow up to be a strong Beta. He was already exhibiting the signs of leadership.

Dayton Junior. He felt his heart twist again, guilt rushing through him in a strong wave. Aaron had named his oldest son after him. His brother had mentioned he had three children but had never given any real information about them, just that he had two boys and a girl.

He’d known why Aaron had held back. His brother had hoped curiosity would be the key to making Dayton respond to one of his emails. It hadn’t, so now he felt that he was discovering them for the very first time.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said quietly, swallowing against a lump in his throat as three angelic faces smiled up at him.

He could see Aaron in every face as well as the stunning woman standing watching the proceedings. He turned his gaze from the children and looked back at her. “You must be Jennifer.”

She smiled warmly at him, walking down the stairs. “Jen,” she corrected, her tone echoing the warmth of her smile. “I’m so happy to finally meet you, Dayton. Sorry these little rascals waylaid you. I was in the middle of making their breakfast when they decided that playing outside was more important than eating.” She shot a reproving look at her children but they just grinned impishly at her.

“It’s fine,” he answered a small smile curving his lips. “This is Rayne,” he added, nodding at his friend.

Jen greeted her with an equally warm smile. “Would you like to join us for breakfast? Maybe these three will behave if we have company.” Her tone suggested she was doubtful of that happening.

Dayton hesitated slightly, unsure if he could cope with any more sensory overload.

Rayne took the decision out of his hands. “We’d be delighted to, Jen.”

Dayton shot her an irritated glare but she just smiled at him and turned to the children, who were watching her suspiciously.

“You’re not a wolf,” Thorne said solemnly, a frown marring his expression.

“You’re not a cat,” she responded lightly, giving him a wink. His eyes widened for a moment before curiosity got the better of him and he was suddenly smiling.

“Can you shift? Can we see the cat?” Just like that the three children were accepting her into their pack, imploring her to shift so they could see her cat form.

“Maybe later, if Rayne can be bothered indulging you lot,” Jen interrupted, shooing them upstairs. “Breakfast! Now!” Laughing, she followed her children back upstairs, Dayton and Rayne a few steps behind her.

Aaron arrived just as they were finishing eating. He bent down to give Jen a long, lingering kiss which turned a little heated until she pushed at his chest and laughed softly. “You’re worse than the kids.”

“Guilty as charged,” he grinned unrepentantly as he dropped three quick kisses on the tops of three expectant heads. His blue gaze turned to his visitors and he nodded at Rayne. “I’m Aaron.”

“Rayne,” she smiled back. “You have a lovely family, Aaron.”

He beamed proudly, his gorgeous face radiant. “Don’t I know it.” He turned his gaze to his brother and his smile faded slightly as their eyes met. He searched Dayton's face intently for a long moment, and then relaxed.

“Good to see you, Day. I’d maybe leave it a while before you try and catch up with Cedar. We mostly got Alexei settled down but he’s still a bit irate. Vampires!” He rolled his eyes in mock sufferance.

Dayton blinked at his youngest brother slowly, amazed at the way Aaron just accepted him sitting at his dinner table with his family, no hint of reproach on his face at all. He had just vanished from his family’s life for over five decades. Were none of them going to call him on it?

He knew his family understood, Aaron more than most because he had been instrumental in preventing him from turning Rogue when Faith had died. Even so, he had expected some anger, some hurled accusations, and their absence was setting him on edge.

Aaron could see the confusion in Dayton’s eyes and grabbed himself a cup of coffee. “Day and I are going to have a chat,” he told Jen. “You Okay entertaining Rayne for a bit?”

“I think Rayne’s old enough to entertain herself, Aaron, though I wouldn't mind the company,” his mate snorted with a laugh.

Dayton spared a quick glance at his friend, who was talking with the children. She looked up and, with a smile, shooed him away. Grabbing his own cup of coffee he followed his brother out of the kitchen/dining room and down the hall to a second, smaller library.

“You have the whole second floor?” he asked curiously as he sat down on the brown leather sofa closest to the window. His brother sat down beside him and gazed outside briefly before settling his gaze back on him.

“Jen and Lacey were best friends, practically sisters, before they became wolves,” he explained. “They’d been through tough times together and with Jen expecting triplets, Lacey wanted her close when the Alpha’s home was built.”

“Explains why it’s three storeys,” Dayton remarked.

Aaron laughed softly. “Yeah, now that Lacey is due to give birth, the extra space is needed. I’m trying to talk Jen into having some more but she just utters three names and that kind of puts a dampener on the idea.” His tone was full of amusement, his deep love for his family shining through.

“You did good, Aaron.” It was hard to compliment his brother on his choice of mate, and his beautiful children, not to mention his high rank within the pack. If Faith had lived then he would have had a family like this, known the joy of being a father. Instead he’d only known heartache.


“Only had one black spot in my life, but that looks like it might be fading now,” his brother replied quietly, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on the man before him.

Dayton shifted uncomfortably, looking away at the undisguised question in Aaron’s eyes. “I don’t know how long I’ll be here, Aaron. It’s…difficult.”

Aaron sighed deeply, looking down at the coffee cup in his hands. “It doesn’t have to be, Day. You know deep down that Faith would never have wanted this life for you. She would have been heartbroken that you gave up on life.”

“Don’t!” It was a tortured sound. Dayton rose and moved away from his brother as if putting some distance between them could make his words less powerful.

This was why he had stayed away; this was why he had distanced himself from his family in every way possible. He'd known that they would want him to see sense, to convince him of what Faith would have wanted. They didn’t understand because they couldn’t. They hadn’t lost their mates.

Aaron couldn’t work out whether to push or to let it be for the moment. Dayton's arrival was in itself a big step; push him too hard, too soon, and he would disappear again.

“So, what’s the story with the wildcat?”

At Aaron's change of tactic his brother turned to stare at him intently for a moment before returning to the sofa. “Your guess is as good as mine,” he admitted, though his lips did curl in a slight smile as he spoke of Rayne. “She turned up one day not long after I left the pack. Nothing I said or did would make her go away. Eventually I stopped trying. She comes and goes as she sees fit. Sometimes it’s a few years between visits but she always turns up.”

Aaron could hear honest affection in Dayton’s voice and it piqued his curiosity further. “Stunning looking woman,” he remarked casually.

Dayton’s head whipped up and his gaze clashed with his. “It’s nothing sexual!” His tone was defensive, a trace of anger in it. He locked gazes with his brother for another long moment; then he relaxed again and a genuine smile crossed his face. “Better not let Jen hear you admiring Rayne. I get the impression your mate would not be very pleased about that.”

A loud laugh escaped Aaron at the thought of just how much verbal abuse he’d take from Jen if she caught him admiring another woman. But his laughter was prompted by more than just that thought. For a brief moment he had seen the real Dayton: the brother he had been before Faith's death.

“I dare say she wouldn’t be,” he agreed, smiling widely. “I talked to Rafe before coming up. He tells me Freya Eriksson has set her sights on you. I was obviously doing it all wrong before I met Jen: I should have played hard to get. That appears to be the way to get beautiful women throwing themselves at your feet.”

Cold, hard fury swept through Dayton at the mention of the vampire’s name. His jaw clenched hard and he had to fight to control the sudden, unexpected, eruption of anger. “It’s not a laughing matter, Aaron.”

His brother was instantly on the alert, his protective instincts kicking in. Something about Freya's behaviour had caused an intense reaction, and not a very healthy one either. His hackles rose immediately. “What did she do to you?”

Dayton met his brother’s gaze. Gone was the amiable, likable Aaron and in his place was the strong, feral Beta who would destroy anything or anyone who tried to harm his family or his pack. He knew in that instant that his brother would stand at his side if he had to go up against the Ancient, even knowing that Freya would most likely kill them both.

Aaron’s angry reaction calmed him down a little. It forced him to pause and wonder just why he was experiencing such an extreme reaction to Freya's game. Her behaviour had been outrageous; there was no getting away from that. But had she actually hurt him? The cut on his neck had been nothing. He’d suffered much worse growing up and in protecting the pack in his role as Beta. He hadn’t even registered any pain from the cut because his anger had been so intense.

No; the pain she had inflicted hadn’t been physical, it had been emotional. She had drunk his blood without his consent. She had put her hands on him for the second time without permission. She had kissed him--stolen his last memory of Faith’s lips touching his.

His fury was boundless because he was struggling to hide the truth from himself, the awful truth that was his ultimate betrayal of Faith. Before he had begged the vampire to stop, for a split second that had felt as if it lasted for eternity, he’d taken pleasure from the feel of Freya’s soft lips against his. He'd wanted to kiss her back, had needed to let go of the sudden roaring hunger which had erupted deep inside him. That was what fuelled his rage and hatred of the vampire: she had made him want her, even if the need had lasted only a brief moment.

“She kissed me, Aaron,” he finally admitted, disgust in his voice. “I didn’t want her to but she did it anyway. The worst part of it was I liked it.” Aaron had always been the one who could get him to talk, to admit the thoughts and feelings he wanted to conceal. It was as though the last fifty years hadn’t happened as he sat with Aaron and told him things he probably wouldn’t have admitted to anyone else. But it hurt to admit his betrayal; it wounded him so deeply it was like a festering sore inside.

Aaron knew what a blow this was to Dayton. He cursed Freya for pushing him, for forcing him to face something he just wasn’t ready for. Indeed his brother might never be ready for another woman to enter his life. It wasn’t even as though Freya gave a damn about Dayton. She was being sadistic, amusing herself because she was bored. He was going to have serious words with Nors about this. If Nors didn’t get his sister in line there was going to be trouble.

“Leave Freya to us,” he told his brother, his expression determined. “She’ll be told in no uncertain terms to find her amusement elsewhere. Just don’t do anything stupid like letting your anger cloud your judgement. Make no mistake, she’s wilder than most vampires. She has a completely different way of looking at things and doesn’t care about consequences. You’ve come to the pack for help. Let us help you.”

Dayton stared at him, confusion on his face as he admired the man his brother had grown into.

“Why don’t you hate me, Aaron? Why isn’t anyone in the family angry at me?”

Compassion crossed Aaron’s face--together with a muted expression of grief. “Because we loved her too, Day,” he said quietly. “We miss Faith each and every day the same way you do, only we know our sense of loss pales into insignificance in comparison with the depths of your feelings.”

His quiet statement broke Dayton further, tears welling up in his eyes as he looked down to hide them. He felt Aaron move, felt his arms come around him in a fierce hug and for the first time in over five decades Dayton Alexander let go, and began to weep. He tried to hold back the tears, tried to stifle the sobs that began to wrack his body painfully but he couldn’t hold back the agony that welled up from deep within.

“Jen, take the kids and Rayne outside somewhere,” Aaron conveyed through their mental bond, holding his brother tightly as he wept. He didn’t want Dayton to be ashamed of his tears or worry that others had heard him cry.

He rocked Dayton tightly in his embrace. “Let it out, Day,” he whispered. “Let it all out. You’re safe here. Lean on me. I won’t let you go.”

Jen’s sudden desire to go visit the community centre appeared strange to Rayne. As the other woman began shepherding her children down the stairs, Rayne opened up her senses completely, utilising another skill that she kept closely hidden. She reached out towards the room into which Aaron and Dayton had disappeared a while ago and let their emotions come to her.

The raw anguish emanating from Dayton was enough to drive her to her knees. Her eyes filled with tears and she took two involuntary steps towards the room before Jen’s voice intruded by calling her name. She was desperate to go to her friend, to try and ease his pain, but he was with his family now. Aaron was with him and this was what Dayton needed. He would never be able to let go of Faith if he didn’t allow his emotions free rein.

Swallowing back her tears, Rayne turned and forced herself downstairs after Jen and the children. Aaron would help Dayton; she knew he would. But it was hard to walk away; she was so used to being there for him when he needed her.

*****

“Alexei, please!” Cedar sighed deeply as she watched her furious mate pace up and down the sitting room floor, muttering under his breath, his long blond hair swirling in agitation at each turn.

She had left the children with Loretta and Andrei while she tried to soothe her mate. Her acute distress at Dayton’s rejection had set Alexei off in one of his protective furies. Aaron had helped as much as he could but she was starting to think that she’d have to ask Rafe to step in as Alpha. She didn’t want to do that because she knew how much Alexei hated being ‘handled’, as he called it.

“Don’t ask me to do what you know I can’t, Cedar.” He stopped to tower over her, his brown eyes full of molten fire, as she sat on the sofa with her hands clasped together.

“You’re incapable of acting like a civilised person?” she enquired dryly, refusing to be intimidated by him. He should have known by now that she didn’t crumble very easily under his displeasure.

No, he had much more chance of getting around her with honey than he did with a stick. One deliciously wicked smile, one heated lust-filled glance and she was ready to do anything he wanted. Yelling at her didn’t achieve anything except make her yell right back at him.

“The problem with you Alexanders is that you let everyone get away with far too much,” he said coldly, ignoring her question. “When Andrei is being an ass I kick his, until he stops. Problem solved.

"But not you, Cedar. When your brothers rip your heart out you thank them for the abuse and let them get away with it. Well, not any more! I will not stand for any further abuse done to you. And if you don’t like that, then tough shit. I don’t care.”

Cedar swallowed down her instant angry retort and fought the sudden need to start crying. If she broke down, Alexei would probably explode completely. The last time she’d seen him this angry was when she had tried to hurt herself to force the issue of their mating. Anger wasn’t the solution to this problem; it would only inflame the situation.

Memories of that day so long ago gave her a new angle of approach. “How would you feel if I died, Alexei?”

Her question was so unexpected that he took a step back, denial ripping through him at the thought of anything dreadful happening to her. He growled loudly, clenching his jaw tightly. “That will never happen.” The words erupted in a hoarse voice.

She pressed her advantage, seeing him off balance. “What if it did, Alexei? What if the unimaginable did happen and I died? How would you feel?”

His expression turned into a dark scowl, denial clearly flashing in his eyes as he shook his head. “That has nothing to do with this,” he bit out. His wolf was going insane inside his head, his feral vampire nature reacting to any possible danger to his mate.

“Answer me, Alexei. Answer the bloody question! How would you feel?” Her voice rose as she stood up and moved the two steps that took her toe to toe with him.

“It would kill me!” he roared back at her, fury and pain rendering his voice so guttural she could barely understand him. She knew she was hurting him but needed him to feel that hurt, to understand it as something so hard and painful it was tangible.

“That’s how Dayton feels,” she whispered with tears in her eyes. “He’s felt that way for every day of the last fifty three years, ten months and twelve days since Faith died.”

She watched his eyes widen with shock and she nodded her head slowly. “Yes, I know to the day when she died, love. My entire family does because that’s the day we lost our sister, our daughter, and our brother. We feel Dayton’s pain just as he does but what we feel is not even a tenth of his anguish.”

The tears slipped over her cheeks and ran down in a silent river. Alexei cursed loudly and reached for her but she put her hand up to stop him. She knew he hated to see her cry, but she needed to finish this while she still could.

“It hurts that he won’t let us in,” she whispered, swallowing hard. “It hurts that we can’t help him when we know he needs us so badly. But I’d shed a million tears for him if it would somehow bring Faith back. And I would shed two million more if that’s what it took to bring my brother home to where he belongs. Here. With his family. So, please don’t hate him, Alexei. Don’t hurt him because of me. He’s been hurt so badly already, in the worst way possible.”

Alexei crushed his woman tightly to his chest, shame running through him as she wept because of him. He was so intent on others hurting her than he failed to realise that he was doing the exact thing that was infuriating him about her brother. “I’m sorry, Cedar,” he breathed softly, stroking her back soothingly as he placed little kisses across her wet cheeks. “Forgive me, sweetheart. I didn’t understand.”

She sobbed a little more, holding her mate tightly while her erratic emotions ran their course. She knew the danger point had passed, that she’d gotten through his fury, that he was once more in control of himself. He was trying hard to fit into a world that he sometimes struggled so much to understand. He didn’t always get it right, but he did work hard to learn from his mistakes.

“Please don’t ever talk about dying again,” Alexei ground out, framing her face in his big hands, a look of anguish in his eyes at the very thought of it. “I know why you did it--so I could understand the depth of your brother’s pain--but please don’t ever mention it again, Cedar. It rips me apart inside.”

She kissed him gently, running her hands through his silky hair as he took over the kiss and stole her breath away with the sheer desperation of his mouth against hers.

“I’m sorry I had to resort to those tactics,” she breathed against his lips once he let her up for air. “I needed you to understand, Alexei, and it was the only way.”

Alexei rested his forehead against hers and sighed deeply. “Maybe I need to spend some extra time with Aaron, do more training or something,” he admitted quietly. “I shouldn’t have lost it like that. I shouldn’t have put you in that position in the first place.”

“You’re doing fine, love,” she reassured him, a small smile tugging at her lips as she freed her hands from his hair to wipe at her cheeks, a task which he took over with his lips, kissing away the last of her emotional outburst.

“Not good enough if I made you cry,” he growled softly, his displeasure evident in his voice.

“I’m sure it won’t be the last time,” she laughed giving him another kiss to ease his guilt. “Couples fight all the time, love. It’s normal. They also kiss and make up afterwards.” She gave him her best sultry smile, a shriek of laughter escaping her as he walked her backwards the two steps it took to have her pinned beneath him on the sofa.

“We did the kissing bit,” he mused quietly, desire dancing across his gorgeous face as he leaned down and gave her a hard searing kiss that had her body responding instantly to his. “How long are the kids away for?” he murmured against the side of her neck as he nipped lightly at her fragile skin. “We could maybe work on the making up part right now?”

Cedar laughed at his hopeful tone as he pressed his raging erection between her legs, rubbing against her intimately as she felt the first brush of his fangs against her throat. A low moan escaped her as his mouth travelled up to her racing pulse and he sank his fangs deep into her skin.

Her moan turned into a cry of pleasure as his venom rushed through her body, igniting fire wherever it touched. He suckled hard against her, drinking down her sweet blood and groaning in ecstasy as he did.

Alexei hadn’t fed for over a week. He tried to limit the occasions on which his woman nourished him with her precious life’s fluid. If he did it too often it tired her out. And with two young children and a job as a pack Beta, being tired wasn’t an option for his Cedar. He drank deeply, his head spinning as her sweetness infused him with strength--and a deep need to be buried inside her body.

He released her neck, licking her wound closed as he searched once more for her mouth to indulge another of his favourite tastes. A knock on the door had him growling in irritation. “Ignore it! Whoever it is will go away.”

“Alexei!” Cedar giggled, trying to squirm out from under him. But he held her pinned easily, refusing to let her get up.

The knock sounded again and Alexei cursed loudly as he rose from the sofa to go to the front door. He wrenched it open with the intent of scaring the shit out of whoever had just interrupted his precious time with his mate, but stopped short when he saw who their visitor was.

His keen gaze took in the slight redness that still ringed Dayton Alexander’s eyes and he knew instantly that Aaron’s meeting with his brother had been emotionally harrowing. He stared mutely at the man whose head he had been determined to rip from his shoulders just a few minutes ago, and felt a ripple of compassion course through him. Now he understood how difficult coming to the compound had been for the wolf who had lost his mate so long ago.

“Who is it, Alexei?” Cedar asked, running her hands through her tangled blonde curls as she came to the doorway. Her hand stilled in its movement, a small gasp escaping her as she stared at her brother in shock. She hadn’t expected him to come looking for her, not after his earlier reaction.

“Hello, Cedar,” Dayton said quietly, his deep blue eyes intent on her face searching for any sign of how she might be feeling at him coming to her home.

She moved instinctively, throwing herself into his arms and clinging on for dear life. “Oh, Dayton,” she whispered, tears once more making her voice husky.

For a moment he just stood there, stiff and unsure of what to do; then his arms came around his sister and he was suddenly crushing her so tightly, drinking in her sweet scent, allowing himself the soothing touch that was part of being a wolf.

“I suppose you’d better come in,” Alexei sighed, with a slightly dry note to his voice. “That’s if my mate will release you long enough to let you move.”

Cedar groaned and stepped back, pulling Dayton by his hands into her home, laughing and crying at the same time before she was hugging her brother again so tightly.

“I’m Alexei,” her mate said rolling his eyes in mock exasperation. “I’ll put the coffee on.”

Dayton was amazed the vampire wasn’t trying to kill him. From everything he’d heard about Alexei Romanov, this was one badass vampire with a very overprotective streak when it came to his family. Aaron had warned him to be prepared for a negative reaction. Cedar’s powers of persuasion must have been top notch to restrain her mate.

“Cedar, can you let go now? I promise you I’m not going anywhere for the moment. Rafe has offered me a bed at his place for a little while and I’m going to take him up on the offer.”

She stepped back, wiping at her cheeks as she did so. “You promise? I mean, it’s okay if you need to go, Day. I understand if you do. It would just be nice if you could stay a little while, meet my children and…”

The smile he gave her was so warm her voice faltered and she couldn’t speak. He almost looked like the old Dayton, the man he had been so very long ago before his heart was shattered.

“You deserve a better brother than I’ve ever been to you, Cedar,” he said quietly. “One who doesn’t break your heart. And yet you love him unconditionally despite that.”

“I don’t want a better brother,” she whispered more tears gathering in her eyes. “I just want you, Day. No one else.”

Her heartfelt declaration didn’t rip his heart to pieces as he'd expected. Instead he felt a rush of warmth; his pain eased a little, and then he was wrapping his arms around his sister once more. He swallowed hard, tried to speak and then had to swallow again.

“I’m so sorry,” he managed to get out. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, to hurt the family.”

“We know that, silly.” Her reply was instant, her hold on him tightening as he shuddered and fought for control. “We’ve always known that, Day. Just as we’ll always be here for you when you’re ready.”

Something mended deep inside him. It was just a little something, but it was a start. Swallowing back fresh tears, Dayton luxuriated in his generous sister's love and forgiveness.

He took a deep breath and spoke words he'd thought he would never hear himself utter again but was unable to hold back: “I love you,” he whispered softly.

“I love you too, Day, so very much. Welcome home, brother.”

To be continued…

A Long Walk Home Ch 04 - Teaser

Sneaking peek of beginning of chapter 4...should you be tempted LMAO!!!!

Chapter Four

Dayton tidied up the remains of dinner as Rayne disappeared out of the gallery He didn’t even bother objecting to her sudden departure. He was used to it. She might like her little picnic dinners but once she was sated she tended to vanish, leaving him with the debris. Over the years he had donated quite a few picnic hamper sets to various goodwill stores.

He stiffened suddenly and put the full hamper on the desk in the corner. As he turned to face the gallery door it opened, and the cause of his sudden tension framed the doorway.

He had caught the sweet scent of cherry blossom and knew instantly who it belonged to. As he stared at the vampire in his doorway he couldn’t help wondering how someone so cold could have such a sweet scent. It just didn’t match the woman before him. What the hell was she doing back in his gallery?

Freya stared at the wolf, her cold gaze flicking quickly over the man who had been on her mind most of the day. She honestly couldn’t work out what it was about him that irritated her so much. The simple fact that he was a dog should have been enough to relegate him to the ranks of those beneath her notice, but it didn’t.

She tried to eye him objectively, taking his species out of the equation. He was very tall, standing at six foot three inches. She liked tall men because she was almost six feet tall herself. The need to look down at a man automatically rendered him inferior in her mind.

He had a wild, untamed look about him which reminded her of a vampire in its feral state -- a state she relished. So that, she guessed, was a point in his favour. He did lack the inherent beauty of her kind but that wasn't exactly a negative; his male beauty was that of a wolf, rugged, wild and very, very hard. His wide shoulders and thickly muscled arms and thighs spoke of barely restrained power.

He moved with the predatory grace of an animal; dangerous, deadly and merciless -- all the things she admired in a male and so very seldom found in the one package. But it was his eyes that drew her the most. They were cold, dark blue pools of nothing. No emotion lurked there, no life at all. He carried the coldness of a vampire in his soul. He would have been better suited to her way of life than the one he found himself part of.

And yet the art work on the wall surrounding them called him a liar. It screamed of emotion, though the feelings it portrayed were the darker ones. Pain, suffering, agony, they all lived in the dark colours, the vivid reds intersecting the muddy browns and deep blacks. Looking at Dayton’s art was like looking into the window of his soul. And hers.

Maybe that was why she wasn’t able to stop thinking about him. Maybe it was because he painted her soul with such precision, such attention to detail, that she just couldn’t stay away. Maybe it was because she recognised that they were two of a kind.

“I’m closed.”

His words brought a slight curve to her lips as she stepped into the room properly and closed the door behind her. “I’m not here to buy,” she answered coolly though she did start wandering around the room as if she were browsing each piece with the intent to buy.

Dayton wondered if it was wise to turn his back on the vampire. He had no idea what she wanted. She didn’t appear to be in any hurry to leave, either. He was under no illusions: if she wanted to play with him she could do so quite easily. He was a strong wolf but no match for a vampire of Ancient status. A newborn Youngling he might stand a chance against, but not Freya Eriksson.

Still, she wasn’t into mercy kills so he didn’t think she was here to take his life. Not that he would have minded if she had been. His wolf growled loudly at the thought and he was surprised to find that the human part of himself actually objected too. Whereas before he wouldn’t have cared one way or another if he was about to die, today, for some reason, he found a little spark of fight deep within himself. A small part of him actually gave a damn! It was quite astounding.

“What do you want, Freya?” he ground out, turning his back on her to retrieve the picnic basket. He headed towards the back office leaving her to her own devices. He could scent her following him and he wanted to growl his annoyance because under the sweetness of cherry blossom he could smell another scent, a very womanly scent. One that spoke of the beginnings of female arousal.

There was no denying that Freya was exquisitely beautiful. He knew that a night in her bed would be an experience of a lifetime; after all, she’d had centuries to perfect her sexual prowess. But there was just one major sticking point: she left him completely cold. He had no desire to touch her skin, to taste her sweetness or to slide into her delicious body. It was nothing personal. He just didn’t desire any woman. The only one he wanted was Faith and she was dead.

Freya ran her eyes slowly down Dayton’s back as she tried to keep her expression carefully neutral. Something strange had happened when he said her name for the first time. A slight shiver had whispered down her spine. Did he know who she was or was he simply just observant and had remembered Ashleigh saying her name? Whichever it was she just knew that she liked hearing it from his lips. She wondered idly what it would sound like whispered in her ear as he claimed her body.

Her footsteps almost faltered at the errant thought and the first stirrings of sexual attraction fluttering in her stomach. This was why she was here? She wanted to bed a dog? It was a preposterous thought no matter what pretty package the wolf wore. She would have to temper her pleasure to avoid hurting him and that would leave her unsatisfied. She didn’t do gentleness; she gave complete rein to her passion. That would surely kill the wolf if she were to go there.

A slow smile curved her lips as she followed him into the office. She could always play with him just a little, just enough to get him to react to her as a woman. Maybe that would wipe from her psyche the insult he had paid her by looking right through her; then she could go back to her own life, free from such a distraction.

“I asked you what you wanted,” he reminded her, dropping the hamper onto his desk and turning to look at her with cold, flat eyes.

Her smile widened as she slowly approached him until there were barely a handful of inches between them. “You,” she answered very softly, reaching a finger up to trace his clenched jaw in a light caress. He stiffened instantly and backed away from her, a low growl coming from his lips.