The Angel Fay Finds Her Wolf

by D J Nickels

  “No, not again.” I cried as it played out in my head. All his men looked at us. This one was of Daddy and Momma fighting a week before she died. Daddy had been there at the old cabin when he began to get sick. He was remembering how he had yelled at Momma and whipped her ass again.

  “We have looked for six years, Teri Ann, and have found nothing. Jessa is dead, and I can’t do this anymore,” my father said. I shook in Jonathan’s arms.

  “But I know how to find her now,” Momma had pleaded with him. “I saw Kate mark her as a baby in the hospital. Kate is strong enough to find her now. I see them together in my dreams.”

  “No. You are not going to use Kate. I don’t want her involved in this shit, Teri Ann.”

  “She was born involved in this, whether you like it or not, and I must make sure she is strong enough and can fight for herself. It is the only way to protect her now.” He stood there shaking his head. “Jessa is alive, and I will find her myself if you won’t help.”

  “No, Teri Ann, I mean it. I don’t want those things coming after the only daughter I have left.”

  “It’s not something you can stop, Ben. They will come for her anyway. This is their birthright.” She slammed the door. “He just doesn’t understand,” Momma mumbled.

  The memories kept coming and I couldn’t stop them. I screamed as the pain ran through my head. Momma came to Daddy as an image. He could feel her pain. I could see it in his soul. He clutched his stomach, as she’d told him that she had found Jessa, but something attacked us just down the road from the cabin. Then she showed him where she’d hid me, and what had happened to us in the accident. Then he fell to his knees in pain, as he saw her die, and I felt his wolf died that day, and the memory ended.

  Tears filled our eyes as I looked up into Jonathan’s eyes, and realize he saw what I had seen. “Oh God, Jonathan,” I whispered. “I’m sorry.”

  I felt Jonathan’s arms around me squeezing me. “Jonathan, I’m so sorry,” I said. “Forgive me for taking off like that,” I pleaded.

  “No, forgive me for not being there with you. I should have been there with you, and for you.” He wrapped me in his arms and all my anxiety and worries melted away. “Are you okay?” he thought to me.

  “Yes, Jonathan. Physically I am okay. My head feels like it wants to explode, but other than that, I am not hurting anymore. It was the memories coming back to me that you felt.”

  He fisted my hair and pulled my head back and looked at me. My eyes widened.

  “Please, don’t ever, run from me again,” he commanded.

  I nodded at him. “I won’t. But Jonathan, there’s something bigger going on here,” I said.

  “We will figure it out together.” He wrapped me in his warmth and soothed me. I instantly felt better. I sat there thinking of everything that happened in the last few days.

  “Jonathan, I remember everything now. I am part Angel, part Fay and part shifter.” He stiffened. “I have the power inside me.”

  “Just call it what it is—a witch.” He said it with distain in his feelings, and I stiffened, as if I had been sliced open, and I felt a wall that went up immediately.

  “What is wrong?” I asked.

  “Nothing. Everything is just fine. It’s been a long couple of days.” I opened my feelings and I felt he wasn’t telling me everything.

  “My mother took my memories and bound my power to keep me hidden from this evil who wants my power. But only the women in our family line are born with this power,” I told Jonathan. I felt a slice of pain on my skin and I stiffened.

  Jonathan sensed my discomfort. “Is it your ribs? Are you in pain?”

  I sat up suddenly, I realized that my ribs weren’t hurting or bruised anymore. I felt my ribs with my hand.

  “Are you hurting, little one?” I felt conflicting emotions inside him from the whole day. He was feeling unsure, and he was fighting his feelings. He didn’t like that I had this power inside me. Jonathan had tensed up and I realized I hadn’t answered his question.

  “No, actually, I am fine. I just realized I don’t hurt at all in my ribs, and I can talk completely without rasping,” I said. “When you claimed me, I remembered my ribs snapped back in place and I was in pain for a moment. But then we shifted, and I think it healed everything, I have not winced at all since and my voice is back.”

  “I will look when we get home, to make sure the bruising is gone,” he said. Jonathan was stiff in his movements and actions toward me and I opened my feelings to him and immediately I felt uncomfortable and I tried to close off my feelings, because it was unbearable. But it wouldn’t go away.

  “What is wrong?” I asked him in my thoughts.

  “We’ll talk upstairs,” he said.

  Carson pulled into the driveway and I felt something weird prickle over my skin like goosebumps running all over my body, and the hair was standing on the back of my neck. “Something is wrong,” I whispered.

  “Everything will be fine; you’re just tired,” said Jonathan. I just shook my head at him for not believing me. But I didn’t want to argue.

  Carson parked the truck, and I tried to get out, but Jonathan wouldn’t let me go. He scooted us out of the truck, after Carson opened the door. He carried me to his house. “Jonathan, can you put me down, please? I can walk. I am okay now,” I said. “I need to go home and check on my dogs, and feed them,” I said.

  “Carson, can you take care of the dogs?” Jonathan asked.

  “No,” I began to argue. But Jonathan, just kept carrying me to his house.

  “NO,” Jonathan cut me off. “You have been through a lot today and you need to rest. You can barely keep your eyes open, little one.” I protested all the way to his room. “I wanted to see my dogs.” He just didn’t understand what my animals did for me. He took me to his house and straight upstairs to his room.

  “Look, I need to take care of you, first.” He put me down. I backed up when I saw his steely green gaze flash to gold. “If you’re restless, I will calm you.” Jonathan suddenly seemed very intense. “You, little one, have a lot to answer for tonight,” he said.

  “Wait, what?”

  He growled and I shut up. “First of all, you ran from me tonight,” he said. “Secondly, the agony of feeling that you were dying, and I thought I lost you.” I was backing away, and his eyes flashed, and his Alpha power stopped me in my tracks. I knew I could break his hold on me, but I thought better of it.

  “Jonathan, I’m—”

  “Silence!” He cut me off using his Alpha power. “And now I can smell another male scent on you,” he snarled. He walked over to his nightstand and pulled out a velvet box. “And don’t think I didn’t notice that you cut off the other leather cuffs. He opened the velvet box, and it showed two round thick gold bracelets with an intricate design piecing them together. “These are family heirlooms,” he said. When he took it from the box, the clasp opened “Katelynn Ann Nickels, as my mate, do you accept this gift of mine for life?” he asked.

  “Yes, Jonathan, I am yours.” I handed him my wrist.

  He took my wrist in his hand and attached the gold bracelet and said, “As we have mated for life, these will be our symbol that you belong to me, for life.” It clasped and locked in place. He held out his hand, with the other one and waited. I watched him, and I felt he would never harm me. I placed my other hand in his, as I did, he place the other gold bracelet around my wrist, and it locked into place. “These will never come off. Do you understand?” he said.

  “Yes, Jonathan, I understand.” Then he pulled me into him kissing me deeply.

  He ripped open the shirt he gave me to wear at the cabin, and the buttons flew everywhere. I jumped and my hands began to glow with a faint blue light. I stepped back. Shaken a bit at his aggressiveness, but I knew he wouldn’t truly hurt me. I settled and extinguished the power.

  “Explain to me, little one, why do you smell of another man’s scent?” He slowly stalked forward. I looked at him questioningly.


  “What are you talking about?” I asked.

  “It’s faint.” He sniffed my neck and then his eyes flashed wolf, and then it hit me.

  “I had put one of my father’s flannel shirts on in the cabin, but then I had shifted again, and it shredded it. That must be what you smell,” I explained.

  “I do not want any other male scent on you except mine. Am I understood?”

  He pulled his shirt off me, and I muttered, “Caveman.”

  “Raise your arms.” I did as he asked. He attached the bracelets to a chain hanging above my head that I hadn’t noticed before. Although the last time I was here, I was in and out of consciousness. He walked to a chair and sat and just gazed at my naked body. My cheeks flushed as he looked me over. He grabbed a remote off the table next to his chair and pushed a button on it. The chain began pulling me to the foot of his bed. I turned to look at him.

  “Face the bed and spread your legs for me, little one,” he commanded. He came up behind me and attached two cuffs, with chains attached to each foot post under his bed to my ankles. Pressing a button on the remote, now in his pocket, the chain above me pulled me over the end of the bed, and I had to raise onto my toes, and my knees touched the soft foot board of the bed. My torso was stretched and bent over the bed a bit. He must like this position, I thought, forgetting he could hear my thoughts. He moaned at the sight of my helplessness.

  “Ah, yes, it puts your little ass in the correct position for punishment,” he said, chuckling, and then pointed to his mind, letting me know that he heard me.

  “What are you going to do?” I said breathlessly and panted. I heard his belt come out of his pants. “No, Jonathan, please.” I remembered the sting from when he claimed me earlier and I knew this one would be much worse.

  “You took off and ran from me tonight,” he stated.

  “Yes, Jonathan, but--” Whack. “Ow!” My eyes welled up.

  “No buts,” he said. “I felt agony tonight.” Whack! And at that, I surrendered to his whipping, because he needed to feel in control again. I took in a harsh breath. “I thought I lost you tonight.” Whack. “I felt death.” Whack, whack.

  “I’m sorry, Jonathan,” I sobbed.

  “You are mine to protect.” Whack. “You are mine to love.” Whack. “You are, mine to take care of.” Whack.

  “Yes, Jonathan!” I cried.

  He released me and carried me into the shower. He set me down on my feet and turned me to the wall. “Put your hands on the wall.” He grabbed the shampoo and lathered up my hair and rinsed it. He grabbed the soap, and cleaned every part of my body, and he rinsed me with the shower head, making me squirm, and then circling my clit, making me hot for him. I felt him at my entrance, and he slammed into me. He fucked me hard and played my body, making me so hot. “You don’t get to cum tonight; this is part of your punishment,” he said, reminding me that he alone owned my pleasure, and that he would spank me again if I came.

  He took me for his pleasure, and he came, releasing his pleasure up my back. He shut the shower off. He rubbed his release down my crack and through my legs. Turning me toward him, he put his hand in the middle of my chest, and rubbed the rest of his release down, and through my folds. “Mine,” he growled, nipping my lip.

  He grabbed a towel drying us both and then picked me up and carried me to the sink. “Put your hands on the counter.” He grabbed some cream out of a drawer and rubbed it into my ass cheeks, cooling my ass immediately, from the sting of his belt. He turned me around to him and put one of his T-shirts on me and looked into my eyes. “No other male scents; you’re mine,” he said.

  “Yes, Jonathan,” I whispered.

  “Now finish up here.”

  I brushed my teeth and went to the bathroom. He came back in and brushed his teeth and I grabbed a brush and brushed my hair and started to braid it down the side until I saw myself in the mirror. I flashback to the girl on Tom’s desk and heard in my head, you deserve to be punished, Kate. I started to shake and dropped the brush and started to take it out. I was shaking and pale. I turned away from the mirror and tried to center myself. Jonathan’s wolf sensed my anxiety and was in front of me in two seconds.

  “Kate, are you okay?”

  “I just….” Tears pricked my eyes. Jonathan picked me up and carried me into his bedroom and sat with me in his lap. I grabbed his hand and placed it on the nape of my neck to feel his warmth. It soothed me, and I took a deep breath in and let it out.

  “What set this off?” he asked. “Was it the spanking.”

  “No, I was braiding my hair to the side, like I usually do after a shower, and I saw the woman on Tom’s desk, and heard Tom’s voice in my head.”

  “What did you hear?”

  “That I deserve this punishment,” I said.

  “Do you think it was my punishment that set this off?”

  I shook my head. “No, it was me braiding my hair. I always wear my hair like that, especially after a shower at night. Maybe I should just get it cut.”

  Reaching to the back of my hair, he fisted it in his hand. “Absolutely not,” he said, smiling. “Are you ready for bed, or do you need to take something for the anxiety?”

  “Yes, it probably wouldn’t hurt to take a Xanax to help me relax and sleep.”

  He carried me to the bed and then went to get my pills and water. He came back with my girls. I smiled and they jumped up on the bed and gave me love and I petted them. I made them get down and lay next to the bed on my side.

  “Thank you for remembering my girls,” I said as Jonathan lay down, pulling me into his body. I fell asleep in his arms, completely warm and content.

  Still Finding My Place

  CHAPTER 9

  I was barely awake when I registered the sounds of a saw, and hammering, and my dogs barking. I looked over at the clock. It was 9:00 on Tuesday morning. Only five hours of sleep. Great, I thought to myself. I looked around for my phone on the nightstand. It wasn’t there. I remembered taking it to my gym with me, and suddenly I remembered everything that happened in the last couple days.

  I sat up quickly, startled. Did that really happen, or did I dream it all? Then I saw I was in Jonathan’s bed. Yes, Tom attacked me, or I wouldn’t be here in Jonathan’s room. My heart raced as I reached to take off the covers I was wrapped up in and blew the knob off the end of the bedpost.

  “Shit!” I jumped up out of bed. I wrapped my hands around myself, so as not to blow anything else up. Shit, fuck, shit—it did happen, I thought. Breathing heavily, I looked at my hands to steady them. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carson outside the window, playing frisbee with my dogs.

  I yelled, “Dude! Get your own dogs.” Then I smiled a good morning, but he didn’t smile back. I was just teasing. “I wonder what’s up his ass,” I mumbled. It’s not like I asked him to take my dogs out, I thought.

  I looked next door at my house, and I saw that my brother Bradley had his men working on my gym already. I yelled out to him, “Have any of you seen my phone?”

  He shook his head. “I’ll have them keep an eye out for it,” he said.

  Jonathan came rushing into the bedroom, ready for a fight. I jumped and screamed, as I raised my hands and blew out the window and part of the wall I was facing. “Fuck, Jonathan, please don’t do that. You scared the shit out of me,” I said.

  “What happened?” he said. “Are you okay?”

  I turned from the window, shaking my head no, and walked to him. At that moment I felt like I was being cut everywhere with a knife. What was going on? I gasped in pain as I rubbed my arms.

  “I blew up the knob on your bedpost when I reached to uncover myself from the sheets.” I laid my head on his chest. He didn’t wrap his arms around me like I expected him to. He put his hands on my arms and rubbed them. “I was in a morning haze trying to figure out if yesterday really happened or if I dreamed it,” I said as I walked over to the couch and sat down. “I’m sorry about your bedpost and your window.”
As soon as I mentioned it, I felt tiny pinpricks run over my body, and I couldn’t believe it—they were coming from Jonathan.

  “I think it would be safer for everyone if I just go stay at my house, or my parents’ cabin for a couple of days.”

  Jonathan growled at me. “No, you are a part of me, and this pack now. Your home is here with us.”

  Then I felt more of my skin prickling. I thought, I don’t think he even knows he is doing it. It’s as if he is fighting with himself over his feelings for me and this new power I have.

  “You cannot run off every time something gets tough,” he said.

  “But you are--”

  He cut me off. “We as a pack work together and fight for each other.” Then he kissed me deeply, and it made my belly tingle. I momentarily forgot the prickling on my skin. “Now, would you like to go downstairs and get some coffee and breakfast?” he asked, as he looked at the window. Then I felt as if a rake went across my skin. I rubbed my skin trying to soothe it.

  “No, I think it would be better if I just stay up here. I don’t want to be around anyone, until I can control this power that has been awakened inside of me,” I said, rubbing my arms hard from the pain.

  It was physically hurting me to even be in the same room as him. “I feel really uneasy this morning and that something isn’t right; I can feel it.”

  “Okay, I will go get you some coffee and breakfast. You can eat up here, for today,” he said.

  “Just some coffee is fine. I don’t usually eat breakfast.”

  Jonathan narrowed his eyes at me. “I will bring you some breakfast,” he said as he walked out of the room. I got up and went to take a shower and brushed my teeth.

  Jonathan was already sitting and waiting for me as I came back into his room. All I had on was a towel. I noticed that the window had plastic over it already. “Kate, come.” Jonathan held out his hand for me to come to him.” I looked at him.