Dorthena

by Sharon Barrett

  Dorthena

  By

  Sharon R. Barrett

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  Tag(s) romance, werewolf, paranormal, shape shifter, Suspense Canada

  This story is a work of fiction and resemble to person living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are production of the authors imagination and used fictitiously.

  I want to give a very special thank to my God-daughter Mae Ford, who suggested I write this story and advised me to be more descriptive, Thank you Dorothy Boomhower-Johnston a very special friend and fan of my stories!

  This story is about a young female werewolf named Dorthena who job is to dispose of problems some people may have. She finds her way to Canada from the east coast working to protect a young alpha werewolf male.

  Prologue

  “Come on Cue; let’s go I don’t want to play cards any more. It’s time we moved on remember what we are looking for Cue.”

  “Just one more hand Seeker, Cue said with a smile.

  “Not for me I am going to have a drink at the bar and head back to my hotel room. That is it for me for the night besides I lost enough money.” Seeker said frowning. Seeker stood six foot, had brown hair, and brown eyes with touches of green and amber in them. When he stood people took notice of him because of his wide shoulders narrow hips and long legs. He was not muscular like a normal alpha male was. He knew he was lacking in physical attributes but made up for it in intelligence.

  Seeker walked up to the bar ask for a beer on tap, paid the bar tender. As he was standing there he heard Cue yell I won that pot! One of the men at the table started to cuss!

  The bar tender leaned in to Seeker, that guy that is losing, is a sore loser get your friend the hell out of here right now. Do not take no for an answer from your friend.” Seeker nodded his head.

  Seeker got up off the bar stool; “come on Cue it’s time to go.” Cue stood five feet eleven inches, had beautiful blue eyes touched with green, and brown hair, he had a beautiful smile. Cue was easy going but didn’t take orders well unless enforced to do so.

  The guy that was swearing stood up, “let him stay: I want to win what I lost.”

  “Cues give the man his money and let’s go now!” Seeker raised his voice.

  Even with Seeker as his alpha Cue refused to listen. “No I will give the man a chance to win back his money if he can.” Cue laughed amusingly.

  Cue you’re not listening to me and Seeker growled. Then the man who wanted to win back his money yelled “I’ll kill the bastard if I don’t win back my money.”

  Cue smiled, “you haven’t got the guts mister.”

  Without a thought, without a care, without thinking the man pulled out a hand gun he had hidden behind his back, stuck in his pants and fired dead blank at Cue’s head. Cue did not have a chance to respond. His body went lifeless and went down onto the hard floor. The bullet entered into his head with leaving half of his head missing in the back. The man dropped the gun and ran in fear for what he had done. Seeker was on his knees holding Cue’s motionless body, yelling Cue’s name repeatedly Seeker knew in his heart Cue was dead. The police came took statements, removed the body. Seeker called Cue’s parents told them what had happened. They were devastated to hear what went on and thanked Seeker for calling them with the news. Cue’s body was shipped home. Cue’s father Melrodger would pick the body up of his son at the airport the next day. The funeral would be held the following day.

  The man who killed Cue was found in a low income apartment just blocks from the bar where he committed the murder. The trial took place six long hard months later; he would spend the next ten years in jail, but out on good behaviour in five to six years. Seeker was angry that the man got off lightly. He deserved the death penalty as far as Seeker and Cue’s parents were concerned.

  After the trial Seeker couldn’t stay in town any longer; the nightmares of what had happened ate at him day and night. If it was not the nightmares during the night it was the visions he had during the day light hours of Cue’s brains all over the bar room floor. Seeker began traveling towards the west coast. Seeker would learn the hard way he could not out run his memories or the night mares. They would stay with him for ever.

  When he reached south of Manitoba he cross the border into Canada. Continued to move west ward; Seeker picked up a guy named Telme he was a werewolf and the two decided to start up a pack together. Telme was six foot one tall and had green eyes touched with brown. His chest was barrel shaped and all muscles. He has muscled legs and arm he would be a threat to anyone who tried to fight him. Seeker would be the alpha and Telme as first beta. Once they reached Saskatchewan another werewolf joined Seeker and Telme. His name was Coal, Coal was the youngest of the three with Seeker at twenty four, Telme at twenty-three and Coal at twenty-one. Coal had black hair, dark chocolate brown eyes, stood six foot, and sort of fit in where ever he was. He had a nice muscular body but not as developed as Telme’s.

  Chapter 1

  Northern Massachusetts

  Dorthena drove up to a large alpha house. It had twelve bedrooms, two dinning rooms, several dens, play rooms; the word magnificence was an understatement when it came to this alpha house. The Courtoreille family had no money problems. From what Dorthena had been told the money had been inherited through the generations. Each generation increased the wealth. The land was thirty two sections or over twenty thousand acres. More then enough room for the three hundred and eighty members pack to move around.

  Dorthena knocked on the door, and a man came to the door. He stood five feet ten inches tall. The man’s hair was red almost an orange in color, his eyes brows were grossly over sized for the proportions to his face. They met in the middle and were the exact same color as his hair, and he was covered in freckles on his face and arms. His eyes were hazel and were extremely alert to his surroundings. The entry way in the center had a large chandelier of crystal droplets. It was stunning and it reminded Dorthena of tear drops. The floor was made up gray marble covered a small area of the entry. The stair case going up stairs was oak steps with a stunning circular oak banister it gave off the appearance of prosperity with the graved angels on the banister. The floors were oak, spotless with a scent of polish as she moved away from the entry way.

  “Please come in Miss Collins, Melrodger is expecting you. Come this way he is in his office.” Dorthena followed the man down a long hall way to a door. The man knocked twice and waited.

  Dorthena had a feeling that she was being watched by hidden cameras. Then the door opened electronically, and the man stepped in with Dorthena walking in behind him. “Welcome Miss Collins my name is Melrodger please call me Mel. Please take a seat!”

  Melrodger was a man approximately in his late fifties, grey hair trimmed and styled to perfection, and dark eyes as black as a night sky with no moon in sight. He had a well built body for his age. His barrel chest was muscular. He had a nice smile, but some how extremely cold. She felt as if the cold smile gave a sneak peek into a heart just as cold. Her first impression was he was a cold blooded killer of the worst kind. She would stake her life on the fact he was born between moons, making him evil t
o the core and more then likely had a death wish. She wondered about what kind of woman his mate was. She would either have to be excessively strong willed or a weak woman who cowered at his feet!

  The desk he sat behind was made of Black Gaboon Ebony Wood or Nigerian Ebony extremely expensive. Then nothing in the house was cheap. The desk wasn’t the only thing that was luxurious, every item including the stylish pen sitting on the desk seem to be the highest in quality. She noticed a painting on the wall it was or appeared to be an original by Nicholas Poussin. Poussin hit the top fifty lists of great painters. Dorthena decided she would have to check into getting a desk made of Nigerian Ebony for herself, she really liked it. A computer lap top sat before him in the center of the desk as if he had been doing some thing on the computer and quickly closed the lid to cover up what he was doing. It made her feel uncomfortable, maybe he was checking up on her she wondered. There was not one single piece of paper on his desk other then a file folder.

  “Thank you,” Dorthena said with a complacent face. “I understand you have a problem you wish to have taken care! I have done the usual investigations on this particular job.”

  “Yes in deed, I do have a job for you. I understand you learned from your father everything you needed to know to become the best at your profession. Your father worked for CISS in Canada. They are the same as the CIA here in the states. I want the best for this job, and you are it. Take the file and open it please.” Melrodger looked Dorthena up and down and liked what he saw her black hair suited her beautiful brown eyes. She had little shape to her body but still she was beautiful. A mole on her face below her lip made him smile the one imperfection he noticed about her.

  Dorthena reached over to the desk picked up the file, and carefully opened it. First page was a picture of a man. Dorthena spoke softly, “This man, Michael Claims shot, and killed you’re son Cue, about six years ago if I remember correctly. The picture is of poor quality, the man is better looking in real life then in the picture. He stands five foot nine inches tall has brown hair and brown eyes filled with fear. You want him disposed of? The second picture is of the man who was with your son Seeker Pelrine at the time your son Cue was murdered in cold blood. Nice looking man stands six fool has dark brown hair dark hazel brown eyes not only touched with green, but amber as well, is intelligent, nice smile.”

  “Yes I want the man in the first picture taken care of. I want it to look like an accident and I want it clean, I do not want it to come back to me in any way!”

  Dorthena smiled, “fee?”

  “I understand your fee is extremely high, but it will be well worth it to rid the world of worthless scum like Claims! Here is the first instalment, when the job is done you will be paid the rest.” Mel said with a big smile.

  Dorthena felt uneasy and for some reason her inner cat growled, you’ll never get the second payment she thought! A warning she got from her father never trust the one paying you to do the job.

  “I get paid in full Mel or I don’t take the job. I guarantee my work one hundred and fifty percent. My reputation precedes me. Have a nice day Mel.” Dorthena stood up to leave.

  “Wait Dorthena,” Mel walked over to a safe opened it tossed the cash on the desk. “When will the job be done?”

  “Let me do some checking, he’s still in jail won’t get out until Wednesday. When he is released I will find out where he hangs out; then put myself in a place he notices me. I will date him a time or two, and then the job will be done. Don’t put a time limit on me!” Dorthena picked up the cash stuffed it into her brief case along with the file, walked to the electronic door when it did not open for her, turned, and waited for Mel to speak.” Dorthena had her hand on the handle of a gun she had hidden just in case Melrodger had any ideas.

  “As soon as possible Dorthena, my patience has come to an end. I have waited six long years for this bastard.” Mel hit a button on the side of his desk, and the door opened. He was hoping she would only take half the money then pick up the other half, “she was smart, get her cash first do the job and walk away clean. This will leave an untidy problem to take care of later,” he said to himself.

  Dorthena walked out of the house got into her vehicle. She pulled out on to the paved road, then out on to the major highway. She pulled off the black wig, pulled out the false teeth covering her teeth pulled the fake mole off her face. Then proceeded to undo snaps on her long skirt, did the same with the blouse she was now down to a beautiful blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Her long blonde pig tails fall down around her shoulders. She smiled, she hit a button and the license plate flipped from Massachusetts to Rhode Island. All this she accomplished in less then three minutes. She was a pro at changing her appearance quickly; she had to be, it saved her life a time or two. Dorthena then removed the gun strapped to her leg and the strap. Pulled the strap holding a small gun to her arm put them into her purse.

  Dorthena had learned from an old boyfriend never trust any one including the person wanting the hit after hearing it twice in her life she kept it in mind every time she was hired to do a job. Her mind step back in time to a tall six foot three and a half man with black hair, light blue eyes, and a smile that took her breath away. She remembered the first time she met him. It was at a party he had walked across the room up to her and spoke her name softly when she turned her heart was immediately his when she looked up into his eyes and he smiled at her. He had been her first, and he was masterful at making love and making her feel everything intensely! Even at the thought she felt wet between the legs. Her heart began to skip beats, her face grew flushed and she suddenly missed him so deeply tears swelled in her eyes. She knew she was still in love with him and always would be love like they shared never truly died.

  Two days later, Michael Claims was discharged from prison. No one met him when he was released. He took the bus that stopped out front of the prison back to the same street he lived on before the shooting. No family visited him while he was imprisoned, he would have been out a year earlier if he had not gotten into a fight. Melrodger may have been behind that. His stay in prison was less then ideal for an inmate; the warden took an immediate dislike to the man. Michaels spent a lot of time in solitary confinement.

  Dorthena followed him from the prison back to the area where he had his old apartment. Low income people lived in the area was not a safe place to be a lone; not for a woman day or night. One block down was the bar where he killed Cue. Three days she watched Michael, he always came out of his apartment at eight p.m. headed to the bar. From what people had to say about Michael he had grown up on the wrong side of the street. Parents divorced, father was abusive, mother turned whore to put food on the table. Michael had it ruff from the day he was born no wonder he turned out bad. Those that he permitted to get close liked him, sure he had a bad temper, but he was a likeable guy.

  When Michael came out of his apartment on the fourth night Dorthena was coming down the street and bumped into him. Making it appears as if it were an accident. Dorthena smiled at Michael. “What have we got here, one foxy lady?” Michael said smiling. Michael needed a shave and a bath as far as her sensitive smell was concerned. Most females probably wouldn’t notice and if they did would not mind the slight odour. To her it was extremely strong smell of perspiration and dirt. Dorthena new it was not from hard work, he didn’t have a job, so it was laziness on hygiene. The damn fool didn’t seem to be all that intelligent with his simple way of speaking. The stories she had heard were true he was uneducated and a fool at times.

  Dorthena smiled back, her red wig and brown contact lens’s, long finger nails painted red made her appear cheap, if anyone thought she was anything then a female looking for a good time they would be shocked to find out; she was very wealthy lady with an agenda. She looked at Michael and winked at him.

  “Sweet thing why don’t we go up to my room and have a little fun,” Michael grabbed Dorthena by the arm pulled her in for a kiss then said how much?

  Dorthena smiled warm
ly, “Why don’t we go to my place. I am horny has hell and need someone for the night so lets say not totally free, you see to my needs and you get paid with satisfaction. My vehicle is right over there, I have a real nice place, we can take a bath together and see where it takes us for the night, and Dorthena smiled warmly and snuggled into Michael.”

  “Sure baby the price is right. I would love to go to your place, it has to be nicer then mine. Can I stay the night?” Michael said with a real big smile on his face. Michael smiled warmly and thought, she is one classy lady, and how the hell had he gotten so lucky to meet up with her? It had dawned on him she had not given her name, he would find out what it was before the night was over.

  “Honey you can stay a week if your any good in bed,” Dorthena said, and leaned in and kissed Michael, then nipped his lip gently. Dorthena had to bite her lip to keep from turning her head away his breath smelled of garlic and rotten meat! She wondered what he had been eating besides garlic.

  Dorthena walked over to her vehicle it was a rental, sporty type car just for the occasion. She unlocked it and Michael hopped in to the passenger’s seat, Dorthena opened her door and slipped into the driver’s seat. Tell me about your self sweet thing?”

  Michael smiled, “I rather play with you baby

  Dorthena smiled, winked at Michael, “if you do play we might end up in an accident you don’t want that! Dorthena said with a purr and a smile. “Just wait sweet heart and you won’t be sorry you did. So tell me about your self Dorthena ask again so it would keep his mind off her body.”

  I made a mistake spent time in jail. I just got out a few days ago. I am job hunting but no one wants to hire an ex-con. Grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, parents split, and both are now dead. Now tell me about your self” Michael said warmly.