Daddy Shifter's Fake Fiance (Stonybrooke Shifters)

by Leela Ash

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “So tell me then. What does Max have to do with any of this?”

  “I’m not entirely sure yet,” Kane admitted. “I get a bad feeling from that guy, though. I feel like if anything is going to go down, he’s going to be right in the center of it all.”

  “Why do you say that?” Courtney asked. “I mean, I know he’s a total big-headed creep and all, but what makes you think he’s a traitor? Is it really that serious or are you being competitive again?”

  Kane pursed his lips at his daughter, a rare glimpse of humor in his eyes, before his face turned serious again.

  “He came by tonight to tell me about a meeting. A mandatory emergency meeting tomorrow. I have no choice but to attend. The way he said it just makes my hackles raise. Call it intuition.”

  Courtney nodded gravely.

  “I understand,” she said.

  Lia still had a million questions, but it was obvious that Kane was eager to leave the kitchen and get back to having his own life. He rose from the stool and caught Lia’s eye, his dark, brooding eyes electric. She felt her heart quiver under his gaze, and a gentle heat wafting through her body unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. He was certainly tall.

  “I don’t think you should leave alone tonight,” Kane said. “It’s already getting too late. The streets here can be dangerous for a human at night. Courtney?”

  “Yeah! It’s fine. She can stay in my room. We’ll try not to make too much noise.”

  “Thank you,” Kane said, turning his back on Lia without another look at her.

  She found herself wishing he would take just one more glance back so she could study his perfect features just one more time before he left them alone for the rest of the night. The next time she would see him, he would be a few hundred feet away from her, sitting at a desk with a million other things on his mind. Who knew when they would get a chance to speak one on one again?

  But why did it matter? It was just Courtney’s dad. It wasn’t as if they had the best relationship in the world anyway. Their conversation had only consisted of numbers and Kane’s burning resentment toward one of his colleagues. That was no reason to try to get any more of the man’s attention than he was willing to give. Lia shook her head. She was just being stupid.

  “Come on,” Courtney said, slamming her book shut. “Let’s go upstairs.”

  ***

  It was still somewhat early in the night, and Courtney and Lia couldn’t sleep. Courtney had set up a sleeping bag on the floor beside her bed, where Lia got comfortable, and they lay in the dark chatting casually.

  “Do you miss Eric?” Lia asked, toying with the pink flowered sheets she was covered with. They seemed so unlike Courtney, who, although bubbly, was quite a dark and brooding character herself, much like her father. Apples didn’t fall very far from the tree, she could tell.

  “Not so loud,” Courtney hushed. “My dad doesn’t know about him yet. If he’s within a hundred feet of here, he’ll hear you.”

  “I didn’t realize that shifters could hear that well,” Lia said, amazed by the thought.

  “There are a lot of things that we can do really well,” Courtney teased, slapping Lia with a pillow. “But you’d have to date one to find out. Speaking of, Darren seemed pretty interested in you at that party last week. What do you think of him? You think you’d ever date a shifter?”

  Lia’s face grew red. Date a shifter? Sure. But Courtney was actually asking whether or not she would date Darren. As nice as he seemed, though, he was still an immature frat boy, no matter which way she looked at it. Lia had always been after something a little bit more stable. Mature, maybe? Childish boys had never quite swept her off her feet the same way they seemed to with other girls her age. That was probably why she was still a virgin.

  “I don’t know about Darren,” she said quietly.

  “Come on, Lia. In the whole time I’ve known you, you have never shown any interest in anybody I’ve introduced you to. Are you into girls or something? Because you just have to tell me and I’ll bring you the right people…”

  “God no,” Lia said, laughing at the absurdity of the thought. She was very much interested in men. That much was true. It was just that she was interested in men. Nobody her age was very appealing to her. “I just haven’t ever found the kind of guy I’d want hanging around me all the time.”

  “But you have dated, right?” Courtney persisted.

  Lia sighed. “No, not really.”

  “…Lia, you’ve been with a guy, haven’t you?”

  Lia’s face burned hot and she pursed her lips. She didn’t have to dignify it with a response. Even though it was true, it wasn’t an easy thing to admit to somebody like Courtney. Courtney could have all the boys in their class wrapped around her little finger with one flip of her sultry dark hair. Her father would love that.

  The thought made Lia laugh out loud, and her heart skipped a beat as she thought about Kane’s sexy smile and his beautiful but hard eyes. He would destroy any man who thought of getting with his little girl. She could tell it from the loving way he looked at her.

  “So you have?” Courtney asked, sitting up in confusion.

  “Stop trying to read me!” Lia exclaimed. “I already told you how invasive that is.”

  “It’s not my fault humans can’t do it!” Courtney cried defensively. “You would do it too if you were a shifter.”

  “Well, I’m not. And to answer your question, since it seems so important to you right now, yes, I am a virgin. And I’m happy with that choice. I don’t just want to give myself to some egotistical little boy. I’m not even sure I want to date anybody. Ever. Marriage is just a sham anyway. You don’t need a piece of paper to tell the world you love somebody.”

  Courtney held her hands up in the air. “It’s fine, Lia, really. Sorry that it’s so personal to you. I didn’t know anybody could feel that way about marriage.”

  “Well, I mean, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if the right man came along. But he would have to be a real man, not someone like the guys at our school. Yuck.”

  They were silent for a moment before Courtney snickered.

  “You could marry my dad,” she said. “I don’t know anyone more manly than that.”

  “Court!” Lia exclaimed, slapping over her head at her friend who was rolling on the bed giggling.

  “Then you would be my step-mom!”

  “That’s so wrong, Courtney! Then you go ahead and marry Eric and the four of us can be a happy little family.”

  This caused an abrupt halt to Courtney’s laughter and Lia sat up, staring at her friend in concern.

  “Actually, that can’t happen. My dad wouldn’t approve of me being with a human. During the war, they had something to do with my mother’s death, though he won’t ever tell me what it was.”

  “Oh,” Lia said softly. “Well, I’m sure whatever it was, he can get over it for you. He loves you more than anything. Even some old grudge.”

  “Maybe,” Courtney said with a heavy sigh. But that was the end of their light-hearted conversation, and a dark heaviness fell over the room as the young women were quickly lost in their own thoughts.

  Lia closed her eyes, and again, she saw the fierce, glittering eyes of Kane staring at her, the devilish simper lighting his face, but oh so briefly, before his face clouded over once again. Marry that man? She would be lucky to get him to crack a smile, let alone get anywhere near his heart, or even near enough to touch him.

  The thought sent a shiver down her spine and she rolled over on the sleeping bag, turning her back to Courtney. She couldn’t even look at her friend while having such inappropriate thoughts about her father. It had been a joke to marry him, yes, but which one of them was going too far with it?

  3.

  “Desmond! I thought you weren’t going to show up.”

  Kane glared at Max, who smiled innocently before sitting down at the large, oval-shaped conference table. Soon, the directors of
the board came filing in, and Kane recognized the tension in the room immediately. On one side of the table sat the leader of the rebel group that Max was clearly a part of. They had been advocating harmful dogma to be resurrected in the curriculum and protesting old laws that protected the youth, hoping to replace them with new laws that would make the lives of the students hellish and confusing.

  On the other side of the table sat Franklin Greaves, who was the current head of Stonybrooke University. He had a grim expression on his face, and Kane sat down reluctantly on his side of the table. Everybody was aware of how important it had always been to Franklin, founder of SU, to provide students with a top of the line education that would prepare them for life both inside and out of Stonybrooke. He was a strict, noble man who had always intended to lead the newest generations of shifters in the right direction.

  But he was much older now than he had been when he’d started the university long before the shifter wars. Not only that, but he was also ailing, so the rumors had stated, and even now, in front of the delegation, his flesh was a pallid grey. Kane frowned. Franklin should probably be at home resting, not at an emergency board meeting. But the man took his duties seriously. It was inspirational, in a way.

  “Welcome,” Franklin finally said once everybody was settled. “This meeting has now come to order. Elis, the minutes?”

  Elis, a young man who had been interning with the council, nodded from the corner and looked down at the typewriter, his fingers poised to type.

  “As many of you have already heard, there is an unfortunate situation with my health. My doctor has made it abundantly clear that I am to surrender the full weight of my responsibilities and focus solely on my own healing if I am going to survive this malady. It is my mate’s wish that I resign as soon as possible, but as you all know this cannot be done without the proper ceremony. Somebody is going to have to take my place.”

  Max grinned and Kane’s heart lurched. If Max and his cronies took advantage of this position, they would surely use their power to corrupt the school so they could mold future generations of shifters.

  Kane had never been entirely clear about where it was on the moral and ethical spectrum that Franklin fell. He seemed not to meddle in the affairs of those beneath his position, leaving his moral compass up for debate. Was he a supporter of the rigid dogma of the shifter tradition as Kane was, but flexible to the changes of time, or was he willing to make compromises and bring back dangerous old ceremonies such as the type that Max and his friends seemed to advocate and new laws that would lead future generations into chaos?

  If Franklin weren’t so bull-headedly devoted to the pursuit of education and the freedom to draw one’s own conclusions, he would be a much easier man to peg. As it was, he had always been a fierce advocate of teaching the youth how to think, not what to think, and considered it the ultimate form of freedom; something that made shifters superior over humans. But just how far was he willing to go? He consulted directly with Stonybrooke’s council of Elders on many occasions, but he held such a unique position, power outside of the council, that it was impossible to tell.

  “So while I am taking my leave of absence, it is important to me to know that I am leaving the students with a worthwhile mentor. That mentor must abide by the Old Laws in order to qualify as a teacher in such a sacred position. In three weeks’ time, I will return and take a look at the candidates. The man who qualifies will take my place.”

  The grin on Max’s face grew wider and Franklin snapped his fingers. Elis jumped to his feet and grabbed a stack of papers from the table beside himself and began to distribute them among the men sitting at the conference table.

  “For those of you who do not already know, these are the requirements for the men who will qualify for candidacy. If you have not met all of these requirements by the time it is time for me to choose a successor, then you will be immediately disqualified. Is that understood?”

  Murmurs of understanding rose in the room, and Kane grabbed the paper that was thrust at him and studied it with a frown. He had to admit he was surprised by the rigidity of the guidelines, but Max and the others seemed to have no issues with them.

  As he scanned the list, things went from bad to worse when his eyes finally settled on the last requirement.

  Every candidate must be engaged to be wed to a virgin. The ceremony must commence to transfer the sacred rite of power to the chosen candidate.

  That meant several of the men there, who were currently married and couldn’t have more than one wife, were immediately disqualified.

  As a history teacher, Kane had heard of such old, dogmatic laws being in existence, but he himself had never been on the council himself, or known anybody close to the council. Now, though, he was beginning to see just how relevant his people’s laws still were in modern shifter society. And although most humans would find it repellant, there was a way about the world that they were oblivious to; transference of power through ceremony being among them. Magic was a dirty word to most humans. The only human he had ever seen who seemed to believe in the shifter arcana was Lia.

  “Take all of these guidelines into consideration. We will meet again here in exactly three weeks’ time,” Franklin said, standing up with his dark eyes moving from man to man around the table. “You are dismissed.”

  Kane stood with a heavy sigh, surprised to see the shit-eating grin on Max’s face. He was cackling under his breath with one of the other men at the table, and caught Kane’s eye. The sheer smugness on his face was enough to make Kane’s blood boil, and he turned and left the room before he put his fist through Max’s face. No need in getting disqualified before he even had a chance to try. But try as he might, he just couldn’t wrap his head around the possibility of finding himself a virgin fiancé.

  Kane crumpled the paper up and shoved it into the pocket of his vest. If he didn’t, Max and his evil friends would veer the next generations in an awful direction.

  ***

  “What’s wrong with you?”

  Kane glared up at his daughter, who was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, staring at Kane with expectant eyes. He had come slamming through the doorway, furious about the fact that Max and his group of muddy moraled men would be the inevitable mentors of the impressionable shifter youth. The thought riled him to no end. There was no way he could marry another woman. His wife had meant everything to him, and losing her had been like losing a part of himself. It just wasn’t possible.

  “I wouldn’t even know where to start,” Kane growled.

  “Start at the beginning.”

  Kane froze at the sound of Lia’s voice coming from behind Courtney. He glanced over his daughter’s shoulder and met the eye of the young woman, who eyed him daringly, her pale blue eyes sparkling vividly. He hesitated for a moment, lost in the heat of her gaze, before the words began to tumble from his lips as if of their own accord.

  “Franklin is leaving, whether temporarily or permanently is hard to say. He wants someone to take his place.”

  “That should be great news!” Courtney exclaimed. “You’ve been talking forever about how you wish you had more power at the school. How Max and the others have their minds set on corrupting the young shifter kids they teach. They’re bear sympathizers!”

  “I know!” Kane exclaimed, a little more fiercely than he meant to. Lia flinched away from the force of his temper, and he immediately regretted speaking so harshly. “But there’s nothing I can do about it. There’s a list…”

  Kane fumbled with the paper he had wadded up and stuffed into his vest pocket and thrust it at Courtney. “I can’t do everything that’s on that list. But I have to in order to qualify.”

  Courtney read over the list, and when she reached the end, a chuckle bubbled up from deep within her. Kane raised a stern eyebrow at her, but she met his gaze with dancing eyes.

  “You have to marry a virgin?”

  “Seriously?” Lia asked, grabbing the list from Courtney and reading it eag
erly. “What the hell for?”

  Kane prickled. “It’s shifter tradition. A human wouldn’t understand.”

  Lia jutted her chin up at him, but he refused to meet Lia’s eyes. Even if she did understand, what use would it be to him? She was just a human child. He didn’t need her understanding or her pity. What he needed was a bride, and that just wasn’t going to happen.

  “What about Ms. Alice?” Courtney suggested. “She’s liked you for a while.”

  “I am not having this conversation with you, Courtney,” Kane said, trying his best to keep his voice level and steady, despite his profound irritation.

  “But dad, we can’t just let Max take over the school! Who knows what would happen!”

  “Mr. Desmond, please. Don’t give up hope. There’s got to be a way.”

  Lia’s soft voice was saccharine sweet in Kane’s ears, and he growled. The wolf wanted her badly enough that the rest of him just wished she would shut the hell up.

  “I am not going to desecrate your mother’s memory by marrying a virgin for convenience of all things!” Kane said sternly. “There will be no other woman for me. Not ever. Do I make myself clear?!”

  Courtney nodded grimly, but a grin slowly began to spread across her face. Kane didn’t like the look of it. Not one bit.

  “Whatever it is you’re thinking, young lady, I’ll have none of it!”

  Courtney’s eyes danced as she looked at her father, and Kane sighed heavily. She was going to come out with her idea whether he liked it or not.

  “What if it only looked like a real marriage?” Courtney asked slowly. “It just says you have to be engaged to a virgin. The ceremony is all you really need.”

  “I don’t see what you’re getting at,” Kane sighed.

  “Well, if all you need is to be engaged to a virgin, you should just pretend.”

  “Pretend?” Kane asked, exasperated beyond belief. “I don’t even think I know any virgins!”

  Courtney’s grin widened and she turned her eyes to Lia. Lia’s face immediately turned bright red and she backed away as if Courtney’s eyes were on fire.