Daddy Biker: MC Romance

by Sadie Savage

  “What the bloody hell was that?” Earnan all but bellowed.

  He stood fast, his eyes darting around frantically for the person who had toppled him. His translucent eyes fell on Kareena and she felt a shiver of fear race through her. Earnan came forward and before she could stop him, he had pulled her off her horse. His hand was painful around her wrist as he pulled her towards him.

  “You look familiar,” he said angrily as his eyes studied her face.

  Kareena tried to turn her face away, but Earnan grabbed her jaw and pulled it up to face him. He frowned at her before then realization dawned. He pushed her back, releasing his hold on her wrist. Then he grabbed the coat that was wrapped around her shoulders and pulled it off her.

  “Well, well,” he said with a growing smirk. “We have a runaway lass on our hands.”

  Kareena tried to back away but she found herself surrounded. “You stay away from me,” she said threateningly.

  “You’re a plucky lass if ever I saw one,” Earnan said with a leer. “Let’s see how brave you really are.”

  He came forward and tried to grab at her but Kareena put her hands on his chest and shoved as hard as she could. He stumbled back but he didn’t loose his footing. “Grab her,” Earnan barked to the men that surrounded the both of them. They descended around her. Knowing she was surrounded and outnumbered, Kareena reached for the dagger she had hidden earlier that day.

  Earnan came forward again and this time, Kareena let him get a hold of her. He had just relaxed when she swiped at him with the dagger. He jumped back but Kareena knew she had managed to cut through his shirt. She might even have managed to give him a flesh wound. Either way, she didn’t hesitate to find out. Taking advantage of his shock, she pushed him back and jumped over him as she ran into the dark forests. Almost immediately she heard an enraged scream and the sound of running footsteps just behind her. Thankful for her britches, Kareena ran faster than she had ever run before.

  “Split up and find her,” Kareena heard Earnan scream.

  Kareena knew that at least one man was on the right track. He was directly behind her and gaining quickly. The moon gave her some measure of light, but her eyes were already tired from the long day and straining as hard as they were able. She screamed as her foot caught on a large stone that she had not seen, sending her flying, face first onto hard, dry earth.

  Kareena moaned as she realized that her left ankle was twisted. She forced herself into a standing position but she realized immediately that she wouldn’t be able to run. Still, Kareena limped forward, trying to put as much distance between her and the party. Her breath caught as she heard thick footsteps just behind her. She turned in time to see one of the men step between the trees. He was one of the younger ones, with a short dark ponytail and buckteeth.

  “Got ye,” he said giving her a smile. “Lucky me.”

  “Stay away from me,” Kareena hissed as she backed away slowly.

  He laughed darkly. “Earnan is waiting to get his hands on you,” he said. “But since I was the one who found you, I think my hands should be first.” With that, he tore at her blouse exposing her supple breasts to the night air. He licked his lips as he ground his body against her, and began to lift up her skirt. He began to fumble with his trousers.

  Kareena still had her dagger on her. She was about to reach for it when the sound of a firestorm made her jump back. From the roving darkness came the large form of a great dragon. Kareena could see the sharp points of the dragon’s mane as it bent its head and charged straight for the man advancing on her. Kareena watched in shock, as the dragon sent him running back the way he had come, screaming at the top of his lungs. Before she could process what had just happened, the dragon re-appeared.

  “Thank you,” Kareena said under her breath automatically.

  The dragon bowed its head in answer and came slowly towards her.

  “This is so… strange,” Kareena muttered, as she looked the dragon in the eye.

  The dragon turned and walked back into the thicket of trees and instinctively, Kareena followed it. They walked for a short while before the dragon led her to a little grove that was shielded by trees on one side and rock on the other. The rocks were arranged into the opening of a cave.

  The dragon stopped right outside it and looked at Kareena pointedly. By this point, Kareena’s leg was throbbing with pain. Her body ached with fatigue and her palms were slightly bruised from when she had tripped over and fallen. Kareena did not have the energy to think about it. She lay down inside the tiny cave, realizing that moss had been used to create a soft bed. She lay her head down and within minutes, she was fast asleep. The last thing she was aware of before she lost herself to her dreams was the dragon standing over her like a sentry.

  Chapter Six

  Kareena woke up the next morning with her thoughts in a scrambled mess. For a moment she thought she was still at Northwick castle and then in slow fragments, the previous night started coming to her.

  She sat up fast, taking in the grass and moss that she was surrounded by. Her body still ached but it was significantly better than the night before. The bruises on her hands ached, but she could easily ignore the pain. She crawled out of the cave and stood carefully before she realized that her twisted ankle had been bandaged expertly so that there was barely any pain attached to it.

  “Where am I?” Kareena asked out loud.

  “Quite close to the Elsick mounth actually,” a deep voice replied, startling Kareena.

  She looked to her side and saw a tall man in a blue kilt and white shirt, standing there leaning against a tree. He had broad shoulders but he was lean, almost panther like. His face was long, drawn in at the cheeks, highlighting the prominence of his cheekbones. His eyes were a deep, summery brown that was the exact same colour as his wild, sightly overgrown hair that hugged the lines of his neck. He straightened himself and walked towards her. His movements were graceful and strangely familiar.

  It hit Kareena all at once and her eyes roved over his face trying to make sense of what her head was telling her. “It can’t be,” she whispered.

  He smiled. “It’s nice to finally speak to you.”

  “This can’t be,” Kareena repeated again.

  “My name is Lysander,” he said gently.

  “Were you… is it possible that you…. were the dragon from last night?”

  “Aye,” he replied. “’Twas me.”

  Kareena took a deep breath and stepped back. “How is that even possible?”

  “You’re a Scottish lass,” he replied. “Don’t you believe in magic?”

  Kareena shook her head. “Those are only myths.”

  “Every myth contains a wee bit of truth,” he said, his eyes twinkled when he spoke.

  “You… turn into a dragon?” Kareena said, trying to wrap her head around the remarkable reality.

  “Aye,” Lysander nodded. “Every night as the sun sets.”

  “This is unbelievable.”

  Lysander smiled. “Ye get used to it lass.”

  “It’s Kareena.”

  “Well let’s get some food in your belly Kareena,” Lysander said. “Or you’ll keel over.”

  He turned and started walking, forcing Kareena to follow him. After a short time, they came to a large river. Despite its size, the water coursing through flowed at an even pace, it was peaceful and extremely clear. As they approached, Kareena spied fish swimming downstream. Kareena noticed the remains of a used campfire next to the river. There was a spit hanging over the dead fire.

  She watched in amazement as Lysander waded into the river. His hand flashed into the water at lightning speed and when he withdrew it, a plump silver fish was struggling in his palm. He walked back out and speared the fish with the spit before laying it over the dried logs and tree bark. He grabbed two sharp stones and struck them together, igniting a spark of fire almost immediately. Kareena lowered herself down as Lysander joined her.

  She examined the fish on the fir
e, but every few seconds she stole glances in Lysander’s direction. He was a handsome lad, well built and strong. He instantly intrigued her but she was also intensely aware of the strange intimacy that sat between them. Her own emotions confused her. She had just met this man, and yet, sitting opposite him in the cold morning air, opposite a gently burning fire, she felt as though she had known him for years.

  “Did I thank you?” Kareena asked.

  “You did,” Lysander smiled. “But I haven’t yet thanked you. You saved my life. If it hadn’t been for you, I would have been mounted on a wall.”

  Kareena nodded in acknowledgement.

  “Can I ask you a question?” Lysander asked.

  “Aye.”

  “Why did you do it? You obviously needed to keep your identity hidden. Saving me cost you your cover.”

  “Aye,” Kareena nodded. “But I couldn’t just let them kill you.”

  “But why?” Lysander persisted. “As far as you knew, I was just an animal in the wood.”

  “There was something different about you,” Kareena tried to explain. “Something that made me want to protect you.”

  Lysander smiled. “Curious.”

  “What is?” Kareena asked.

  Lysander shook his head. “Nothing,” he said as he checked the fish roasting on the spit. “Are you going to tell me why you were in disguise?”

  Kareena sighed. “I was leaving Kinross, and I wasn’t going to be able to leave without covering up my identity.”

  Lysander’s eyes rose in a question. Kareena hesitated for a moment but she answered his unspoken question. “My last name is McNeil of clan McNeil.”

  “Why would Lord McNeil’s daughter wish to leave her home and family?” Lysander asked curiously.

  “Because I am not really apart of the family,” Kareena replied. “I am illegitimate.” The words tasted bitter as they came out of her mouth but Lysander’s expression did not change and that gave her some measure of comfort. “I was tired of being an outsider in my own home. It was only then that I realized Kinross was never going to be my home. That was when I decided to leave. The night I first met you was the night I made the decision.”

  “Do you regret leaving?” Lysander asked.

  “No.”

  “Then ‘twas the right decision.”

  Kareena smiled. “Are you going to tell me…?”

  “About my condition?” Lysander finished for her.

  “Aye.”

  “It is a tale fit for legend,” Lysander said making light of the story before his face fell into seriousness. “Before my mother, my father was betrothed to another. She was a lady from a noble family and she was said to possess great powers. My father believed none of this however, which was perhaps the reason he allowed himself to fall in love with another.”

  “Your mother?” Kareena guessed.

  “Aye,” Lysander nodded. “He cast aside his betrothed because of the love he held for my mother and they were married instead.”

  Kareena was beginning to understand. “She cursed you?”

  “She cursed my mother,” Lysander replied. “Not only would her first born transform into a monster each night, but she would never have any more children. She wanted to make sure that Clan Maclver would die after my father. She knew that I could never lead the clan in my condition.”

  “Clan Maclver?” Kareena breathed. “You are…”

  “Lysander Maclver,” he replied. “Of clan Maclver.”

  Kareena nodded as she processed that, realizing just how much was at stake for Lysander. In one sense she felt a kinship sit between them. She might be illegitimate where he was not, but they were both outsiders who had no control over their fates.

  “That must be a great weight on your shoulders,” Kareena breathed. “Can nothing be done?”

  “They took me to see a healer on the other side of Scotland when I was a boy, and my transformations had just begun. She took my father’s money and gave me potions that changed nothing. Then she turned up at the castle threatening to tell the clan of my plight if we did not give her money and land. After that, my parents were so terrified that people would find out that they kept my condition a secret.”

  “What happened to the false healer?” Kareena asked.

  Lysander turned his head down. “I have a fairly good idea, because she disappeared for good after that.”

  “And now?”

  “And now my father is ailing badly,” Lysander said his eyes growing distance, weighted down by sadness and worry. “I don’t know how long he will linger… but it won’t be for long. And then…. I don’t know what will become of us. Clan Maclver will perish and another will rise in its place.”

  Kareena saw the look on his face when he said the words and she knew that the loss of his clan was a knife in his chest. She wondered how he felt, knowing where he belonged and yet being barred from the future that was rightfully his. She watched as he leaned forward and gingerly removed the fish from atop the fire. It was obvious he had years of practice.

  “Do you know who you are?” Kareena asked. “Even when you’re a dragon?”

  “I do,” Lysander nodded. “It is part of my curse. I can never forget who I am.”

  Kareena had never been given many choices in life. She was born as the daughter of a great lord and though he had not been unkind to her, he had never treated her as he did his other children. No matter what she did, she could not change that. Looking at Lysander now, she wondered if she had the power to help him.

  “Lysander?”

  “Aye?”

  “Do you want to be clan chief after your father?” she asked seriously as their eyes locked onto one another.

  He nodded. “Aye, I do.”

  Kareena nodded. “Then I will try to help you,” she said with determination.

  He wrinkled his brows, surprised at her bold claim. “How can you help?”

  “I have a book that might help me,” Kareena admitted. The moment the words were out of mouth she realized that her bag was strapped to Frasier’s side and she had left both behind when she had raced after the men on the hunt.

  “What’s wrong?” Lysander asked immediately.

  “I left my things back at the campsite,” Kareena said shaking her head in frustration. “The book among them.”

  “Don’t worry lass,” he said. “I’ll make sure you get that book back.”

  His smile was wide and uninhibited, Kareena found it hard to turn her eyes away from him. She kept trying to make sense of the charged atmosphere that surrounded the both of them but she was scared of what she might discover.

  “What’s on your mind lass?” Lysander’s voice cut through her thoughts.

  “Just dreams I’ve been having of late,” Kareena replied honestly.

  “Dreams of a dragon?”

  Kareena looked up fast. “How did you know that?”

  He smiled. “I’ve been having dreams myself of late.”

  “What are they about?”

  “A beautiful lass with flaming red hair,” he answered.

  Kareena felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. She accepted the piece of fish he passed to her without meeting his eye. “Have you really been dreaming of me?”

  “Aye,” Lysander replied in all seriousness. “I thought they were just dreams… and then I saw you in the forests that day and I knew it was you I had been dreaming of.”

  “How is that possible?” Kareena asked. “We’ve never met before.”

  “Aye,” Lysander nodded. “But perhaps we were always meant to.”

  “I never believed in fate,” Kareena said as she chewed on her fish. It was salty and warm and smelled of home.

  “I would reconsider lass.” Lysander asked. “Fate is sitting at this campfire between us. How else could you explain our strange meeting?”

  Kareena smiled absentmindedly as her thoughts flitted over the last few days. “Perhaps you’re right,” she conceded.

  “I am right,” Lysa
nder said as he rose. “And I’ll prove it to you in time. For now, we should get moving.”

  “Where are we going?” Kareena asked.

  “To Elsick castle,” Lysander replied as he held out his hand for Kareena.

  Chapter Seven

  Elsick castle was similar to Northwick castle. It had high walls, towers, crenelated battlements and walls that were made of grey stone. The keep was considerably larger however and its construction was slightly more sophisticated. Kareena could tell immediately that Lysander was intensely proud of it.

  They walked through the castle’s wide, airy corridors until they reached the apothecary. It was larger than the one that Kareena was used to but it was significantly more disorganized. Kareena walked around the tables and store cupboards realizing that they had been severely neglected.

  “We haven’t had luck with our healers,” Lysander explained. “They stay but a moon’s turn and then they’re gone.”

  “You’ve got a wealth of ingredients here,” Kareena pointed out. “More than we had at Northwick Castle.”

  “It means nothing if there’s no healer here to make use of them,” Lysander said looking around. “Sometimes I wonder if that wasn’t a part of the curse too.”

  Kareena turned to him. “I can’t promise to get rid of this curse completely, but I can at least give it my best try.”

  Lysander smiled. “Thank you Kareena.”

  Kareena dipped her head down in response.

  “What do you need?” Lysander asked as he moved closer.

  Kareena felt her nerves creep up on her and she wondered momentarily what had given her the courage to offer to come up with a cure for Lysander’s condition. Her own resolve surprised her and she wondered if her infatuation with Lysander’s wild features did not have something to do with it. She shook the thought from her head and focused her attention on Lysander’s warm, brown eyes.

  “I’ll need garlic and oxgall,” Kareena replied. “The oxgall will need to be fresh.”

  Lysander nodded as he took in her instructions. “What else?”