The Dragon's Secret Baby

by Jasmine Wylder

  Doria almost choked on her water as she thought about parts of Rob she would love to keep up.

  “You can’t take this guy anywhere can you?” a voice said.

  Doria saw a large man standing behind Rob greeting him with a slap on the back. Rob glanced back slowly and slightly nodded with a grin when he saw who it was.

  “Dan, what’s going on?” Rob said, still keeping his body half turned away and leaning against the bar. Rob was the kind of guy whose attention you had to fight for.

  “Just another day out on the town with the crew. I didn’t know you were going to be here, man.”

  “Neither did I,” Rob said.

  “And who is this beautiful lady?” Dan asked.

  Rob introduced Doria to Dan. She already knew who he was, but she pretended to be unimpressed. He was the man who Rob was putting out to pasture, it would seem. Everyone was talking about it, but no one would dare say it out in the open. Dan was a legend, a player who would no doubt wind up in the Hall of Fame, but he was not Rob. No one was. There were things Rob could do that were almost super human at times. Dan was an amazing player and gifted athlete, but he looked like a ten year old playing next to Rob.

  “Oh, are you doing an article about our Golden Boy?” Dan asked.

  Doria was picking up the jealousy rolling off Dan in waves. She could tell that he was angry at it all; it had to be rough to deal with and a lesser man than he would have lashed out in some way before now. But Doria could see the animosity that he was putting towards Rob.

  Rob ignored it as he did everything that did not concern him. That was something about Rob that Doria despised; it in fact overshadowed all of his good, sexy qualities. The man was self-centered to the core and he did not seem to care about anything that tried to puncture his good vibes. He lived almost in his own world that way where other people did not seem to matter a great deal to him. Their feelings were irrelevant to his own.

  Doria hated guys like that. Which is why she would never date someone like Rob. No matter how hot he made her, how his touch could probably make her weak in the knees and overflowing with wetness and desire; he was selfish to the extreme.

  “I wasn’t planning to call the article that,” Doria joked. “I was thinking of something less flashy.”

  Dan laughed. “Well, I hope you can get something out of him. We’ve played with this guy for a while now and most of us don’t know much more about him than his name.”

  Doria smiled. “I hope to get a bit more than that,” she said.

  Rob seemed to be getting annoyed. He finished his beer and slammed it down on the counter.

  Doria and Dan shared a look. Dan was trying not to laugh too loud, but it was obvious he thought Rob’s behavior at times to be immature and foolish. So did she.

  Rob’s arm suddenly jerked forward as a large man pushed past them. Doria could see the anger in Rob’s eyes.

  He slapped the man on the shoulder.

  “Hey, how about you watch where you are going?” Rob said.

  The man stepped towards Rob and pushed him against the bar. The guy was big, burly, and probably outweighed Rob by thirty pounds of flab. But he was built like a gorilla and he might have been able to break Rob in half if he got a good enough grip.

  Doria braced herself for the mayhem and violence she was about to witness. She hated fights. They were stupid and chaotic; someone always got hurt and they solved nothing. It was so barbaric. She had a good mind to just walk out of there now, but she had to make sure she had enough material to do a great piece for her story.

  And a deep, dark part of her wanted to watch what happened. She did not know why. But something about this was primal and it was touching her in a deep place…

  The bigger man threw a punch at Rob, who blocked it and delivered a hard straight punch to the man’s jaw putting him down on the ground instantly with a sickening smack.

  Doria saw the rage in Rob’s eyes. His eyes were almost red with anger and his face was twisted, contorted into something she almost didn’t recognize.

  Rob looked at her for a split second; their eyes met and then he was off moving through a shocked crowd of onlookers heading for the door. Dan was standing there clapping his hands and laughing his head off.

  Doria rushed out the door to follow Rob. She wasn’t sure where he was going, but she felt that she should follow him. Maybe she could calm him down; he was enraged. And it might be great material for her story. When people were highly emotional sometimes they let things slip about themselves that proved to be very interesting.

  She caught up to Rob outside as he was heading for his car. When she got close enough she could see that he was practically shaking with rage, gritting his teeth. His body was starting to hunch over as if he was… changing…

  What was wrong with him?

  “Rob, are you ok?” she asked.

  Before she could blink Rob grabbed her and pulled her close to him. His mouth was on hers now, his lips planting hard against her own creating a tight seal. His mouth was warm, his lips slightly moist. She could feel every contour of his mouth as he moved against her.

  His hands were around her lower back pulling her closer to him. Oh, the pleasure was like the universe opening up and beckoning out to her. It was not a physical sensation of just a kiss; there was so much more to it. She couldn’t begin to describe it, but her head was swimming as if partially underwater with waves lapping against the side of her face.

  Suddenly Rob pulled back. His eyes were intense and focused, looking right into her own.

  Doria gained her bearings and felt a wave of anger overtake her. Rob had used that moment of confusion and concern to take advantage of her? The bastard. “How dare you!”

  She slapped him hard in the face. He didn’t even flinch. He kept staring at her.

  “You aren’t human…” Rob said.

  Chapter Three

  Rob knew it from the moment his lips touched hers. There was a spark, a magical spark that went far beyond what mere mortals would ever be able to understand; it was something he had never even experienced before. But the second that it hit him, he knew what it was. He was starting to think he would never find this, but here it was staring him right in the face.

  He’d been so livid a moment ago. Dan had riled him up again and that buffoon at the bar had poured gasoline on the fire. Before he knew what he was doing he was fighting the guy and the guy was on the ground. He hoped that would be the end of it, but he felt it coming—the wolf. There was no stopping it this time. He was afraid it was going to unleash itself.

  So he ran out the door; he wanted to get as far away from people as he could, but Doria was right there beside him suddenly. He wasn’t sure what came over him, but he knew that it might keep the wolf at bay. The only thing he could think of that might calm him down enough for that to happen—he kissed her.

  And now he knew. He knew that Doria was not a normal woman.

  “What are you talking about?” Doria asked. She was backing up a little frightened by his accusation.

  He looked around to make sure they were alone; the crowd inside had not ventured outside yet to see if he was still there. The biker he’d flattened probably had some friends in there somewhere who would have to stand up for their boy.

  “You aren’t human,” Rob said again. “You are like me; a wolf.”

  Doria’s eyes widened. For a second she looked like she might faint or even vomit. But she didn’t. She looked around as he had done and then ran her hands through her hair trying to calm herself down. She was not denying the accusation.

  “How did you know?” Doria asked.

  “Because I’m a wolf. I knew it the moment I kissed you,” Rob said.

  “I… I don’t understand. You were bitten too?” Doria asked.

  “No. I was born this way. I’m a full blood. You are a hybrid.”

  “I’ve never told anyone what happened to me… I didn’t know there were any others out there like me. I neve
r have found the one who bit me. I’m a bit confused…” Doria said.

  “Hop in the car; we have a lot to talk about.”

  Rob finished telling Doria the story of how he was born to be a werewolf. It felt weird telling it all to someone finally. He’d never uttered any of this to another living soul who was not a member of his family.

  “So, your parents aren’t dead?” Doria asked.

  “No. They are alive and well; I only tell people that they are dead to protect them. With me being a public figure and all, if anything ever happened that exposed my real identity—what I am—it would put them all in danger. This way we’ve done everything we can to hide the fact that I did not grow up an orphan.”

  “That’s elaborate,” Doria said.

  The two of them were sitting in a quiet coffee shop several blocks away from where they had started their evening. The place was practically empty. It was peaceful, quiet. It was actually a great place to come and get a good cup of coffee, a pastry, and just zone out for a bit. Rob came there quite often.

  “It’s necessary,” Rob said. “Now, you know all about me. How about you tell me how you came to be a hybrid?”

  “It’s a short story,” Doria said. “I was driving back from a job interview about two years ago from Tucson. My car broke down in the middle of nowhere. I wasn’t able to get a signal so I started walking, hoping that I was close to something or that I might get a signal somewhere. I probably should have just stayed in the car.”

  “That’s what they always say, isn’t it?” Rob said. “In all those survivalist shows.”

  Doria smiled. “Well, I was not too well up on all that then, but I was pretty sure I was close to a town or a gas station I’d passed on my way down. Anyway, I was walking along and I heard a growling close to me. I thought it was a coyote or something. I was too far from my car to run and I knew if I did it would just chase me anyway. I stood still hoping it would lose interest or go around me. I was petrified. The moment I thought it was gone, it pounced from the darkness.”

  “How did you survive?” Rob asked.

  “Luck, really. The second it was on me, a light appeared in the road. It was another car coming over the small crest and barreling down upon us where this thing had me pinned down in the road. That was when I saw it; it was a huge brown wolf. I’ve never seen a wolf that big; it looked away towards the car and then ran off into the desert. The person in the car stopped and helped me. It wasn’t until I got to the hospital that I realized I’d even been bitten; a slight bite on my hand.”

  “And your life was never the same,” Rob said. He groaned.

  “Yeah, pretty much. I can’t believe we are talking about this. After I started changing and found out what I was, I never told anyone about it. I mean, who was going to believe such a thing? But I’ve studied as much as I could and learned to use the wolf; I no longer shy away from it. It’s just part of who I am. I don’t know how anyone could use the power for evil. Someone attacked me and tried to kill me. The thought of it makes me numb.”

  “There are evil people in the world; it doesn’t matter if they are also supernatural. There are evil people like that too.”

  “So, you were born this way?”

  “Yes,” Rob said.

  “And you have a brother and a sister, too?” Doria asked.

  Rob groaned. Why had he brought her here? It was a mistake. He should have just let her go about her business and apologized for the kiss. He never should have told her that he realized that she was a lycanthrope as well.

  This was a mistake. He knew it, but he just wanted to have some real connection with someone, without hiding a big part of who he was. But then again that did not mean she was going to feel the same way. She’d been pretty blunt about how she felt towards him when she slapped the taste out of his mouth.

  “I need to go,” Rob said.

  “What? I thought—“Doria began.

  Rob threw down cash on the table and left the diner.

  As he drove home he was lost in his thoughts. He never should have said a word to Doria about this. It was a momentary lapse of judgment and a bit of shock thrown in there. She was the one. He knew it the moment he touched her lips. She was his mate.

  He had not told her a word of this; it only would have freaked her out, but by talking to her about who he was and who she was, perhaps he was opening the doorway. His parents were right when they told him so many years ago. They were talking about what type of woman he might want to marry one day. He was a teenager and had just started dating; at the time he thought it was an odd thing to bring up. But his parents thought it was important and, as usual, they were right.

  He’d found his true mate. Every pure wolf had a mate out there. A wolf who never found its mate would go through life aging and dying as a mortal. But if you were lucky enough to find that mate and you had a child; then you would both live forever and you would stay young. And the bonds of the tribe would be strengthened forever.

  He knew that he felt something special when he’d first met her; there was something that drew him to her and it was far beyond her physical beauty. She had to sense it somehow. But she was fighting it. He could feel her conflict. He knew that he was not the stable man that she probably wished he was. He was selfish and arrogant at times; but he’d always been that way. When he really thought of his ways and the manner that he treated people (especially women) he knew that it was all a defense mechanism. He had been trained to be as secretive as he could be and it was a good way to keep people at bay.

  But he had to let her in, if she was willing. They were meant to be together; it was their destiny to find each other.

  He just had to make her see that.

  ***

  “You met The Rob Thompson?” Nancy giggled. “I would not even be able to talk to him! I’m so jealous!”

  Doria laughed as she pressed the incline on the treadmill to take her workout to the next level. She began to jog harder feeling her heartbeat moving up a notch. She’d been so antsy since last night; she hadn’t even been able to sleep. It was as if being with Rob and finding out who he really was had awakened something inside of her, something primal. And she could not ignore the fact that she was loving it.

  “Did you get any?” Rachel asked.

  Doria looked at her in shock. “Of course not. It was an interview. You ladies have been watching too much weird stuff on the internet.”

  “Hey, I told you about my porn addiction in private,” Rachel replied with a smile. The three girls were enjoying their daily six a.m. workout. The gym was quiet that time of the day and they didn’t have to worry about waiting ten minutes to use a machine; they could just get in and out and be done with it.

  Doria usually had to force herself out of bed that early to make their normal time frame, but she had been unable to sleep last night. And it wasn’t even a full moon.

  She could not get Rob out of her head. The fact that he was like her opened her eyes to other possibilities about him and the way he was. That might have been the reason he acted like such a jerk at times, to push people away so they wouldn’t find out about him.

  Or he might have just really been that arrogant… or maybe just mysterious. She didn’t know, but it was tying her head in knots trying to figure the man out.

  “He really isn’t anything special,” Doria said. She felt suddenly like she was trying to convince herself more than her friends of this.

  “What are you talking about? He is the superstar God among men. He is beautiful, rich, hella famous, and worshipped by millions. He is the epitome of the perfect guy,” Rachel said.

  Doria looked at her. “Are you serious? You think all of those superficialities make the perfect guy?”

  “Well, it sure as hell helps.”

  “You are so warped,” Doria said. “You have to start dating real men and not players.”

  “Hey, maybe I’m playing them just as much as they think they are playing me,” Rachel said. She was doin
g a full run now.

  “That’s true, she is a bit of a man eater,” Nancy said.

  Doria laughed. She’d known her friends since college and she loved them like sisters. They had been though a lot of things together and it was tough to believe that they were still so tight.

  Neither one of them knew about who she really was though. She had never talked with anyone about it, except Rob. After she’d been bitten she didn’t think much about the attack until the symptoms started. It started with bizarre dreams, unexplained urges, heightened smell, sight, and hearing that came and went at bizarre times. And then the full moon happened and she watched herself transform. It was the most terrifying thing she’d ever been through. She stood in the mirror watching herself in wolf form and wondering if it was permanent or if she would change back.

  When the sun rose the next morning she was herself again. She threw herself into a flurry of research trying to find out what she was and what had happened to her. She was too scared and too embarrassed to talk to anyone about it though. Even the supposed online communities and forums with people claiming to be lycanthropes were full of brain dead teenagers who were play acting. None of it was real. And she could understand why. If this knowledge got into the wrong hands then any werewolves would be killed or used as lab rats. She couldn’t let that happen.

  She was grateful of the fact that even when the wolf happened and took her over she was still her. She had her own mind, her own thoughts, although she had strong and primal urges to run and to taste human blood. She had been successful at fighting these urges so far. She prayed she could continue the good fight.

  She noticed something right then; Rob did not have to stay away from people on full moons. He could control the shift. Of course she figured under periods of intense anger the wolf would emerge as it almost did last night. Was that why he’d kissed her? Maybe… but it wasn’t the only reason.

  Doria on the other hand could not control the shift during the full moon at all. She had to make plans and stay indoors. She knew that Rob occasionally played night games and sometimes this was during a full moon. She needed to talk to him and learn from him; she wanted to find out more about what he was.