Lian/Roch (Bayou Heat)

by Alexandra Ivy

  Her words were meant to sound sympathetic, but they came out detached and clinical. Lydia clasped her hands together. Her palms were cold and wet. “Yes,” she said.

  “I am sorry, Ms. Page,” she said, handing Lydia a document. “But I’m sure you understand why it’s imperative that you terminate this pregnancy immediately.”

  Chapter 2

  “I’ve told Raphael and now I’ll tell you,” Hiss growled. “The only Pantera I will speak to are the elders.”

  The Hunter could be damn intimidating, even strapped down to a bed with needles sticking out of his arms. Though he felt like shit, Roch stood imposingly over the male, arms crossed over his chest. “You think you’re in any position to make demands, traitor?”

  “Yes, I believe I am.”

  “Arrogance won’t get you anywhere but back in a cell,” Roch threatened.

  “The elders will never come here,” Damien put in from his position at the foot of the bed. “So just do us all a favor and end this. Tell us why these humans want you.”

  “I don’t know,” he ground out, his dark grey eyes narrowing with hatred.

  “Bullshit,” Damien growled.

  “Give us names, addresses and plans,” Roch said calmly. “And we’ll return you to your humans.”

  Hiss’s lip curled. “They’re not my humans, asshole. They’re not my anything. I don’t know them. My dealings were with the followers of Shakpi. And whatever I did, whoever I used, it was for myself and my family alone. Not for some human cause.”

  “Maybe we should bring Reny here,” Roch suggested, watching to see if the male’s cat flashed behind his eyes. It didn’t. It hadn’t in quite some time. “Let the long-lost sister have a visit with her traitor brother. Have a nice familial heart-to-heart.”

  “Fuck you,” Hiss ground out.

  Roch leaned in, bile forming in his throat. “No. Fuck you. No matter what your reasons for doing what you did, they weren’t good enough. You screwed your kind, your blood. You have forced us out of hiding. You have created fear in the hearts of our females. Including your sister.” Concerned that he could vomit on the male with all the seizing up going on inside his belly, he stood up again. “You know they have Rosalie, right?”

  Hiss’s expression turned pained. “Yes, I know.”

  “She’s a good friend of yours, isn’t she?”

  This time Hiss didn’t answer. He turned away.

  “You know what, you don’t even deserve to breathe, you—oh, fuck me—” Roch sucked in air, his legs threatening to buckle. A wave of dizziness was moving over and through him. If he remained, he was going to lose his shit. He pushed away from the bed and growled to his colleague. “Take over, Damien.”

  “Hey,” the male called after him as he headed for the door. “You all right?”

  “Just keep at it,” Roch ground out. “I’ll inform Raphael.”

  He stumbled out into the hallway. This was bullshit. Whatever was going on with him. He didn’t do sickness. He didn’t accept anything that pulled him away from his work. His cat scratched at his insides as he walked down the hall. The thing wanted out. No. It wanted to take over. It knew his male form was weak, and this scratching, pawing—it was a protective instinct.

  “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

  Roch gave Raphael a quick nod as the male fell into step beside him. “Just something I ate.” Or drank. Or came into contact with. Or…who the hell knows.

  “You look like shit,” the leader of the Suits remarked. “Come to think of it, you looked like shit when you got here. You should go get checked out.”

  “No,” Roch said quickly and gruffly.

  “Come on, brother. Jean-Baptiste can take a quick look. Or if you want a female, Doc Julia—”

  “I said I’m fine.” Roch picked up the pace. He needed to get outside. Air. Sun. His puma. A Pantera’s digestive system was quick to flush out anything it didn’t like, so whatever was going on with him should pass in a few hours. “I’m going home.”

  Raphael continued to follow him. “Are you sure you can make it on your own?”

  The growl Roch tossed the male’s way ended the question and answer session. But it also stole some of Roch’s strength. “I left Damien with Hiss…” he managed to mutter before he hit the glass doors.

  “Fine. Just go,” Raphael called after him. “I got this.”

  Roch burst through the doors, and the second the sunshine hit his skin and the breeze of the bayou entered his nostrils, his cat took over. It was as though his male form melted into his puma, and he instantly felt strong and healthy.

  With a quick snarl at the surrounding Pantera who were heading for the bayou and midday meal, Roch took off. For the forest, and for the border of the Wildlands—so sure about what he had to do next, he didn’t question it.

  After all, he was pure instinct.

  * * *

  “The baby will have defects, right?” Lydia said before the woman, Erin, could utter another word or thrust a pen her way. “That’s what you’re telling me? It may be born with a deformity.” She tossed the papers on the doctor’s desk. “Well, let me say I don’t care. I don’t care. This is my child.”

  Erin turned to the doctor and raised her eyebrows. Clearly, she wasn’t expecting such a response. Well, she could just suck it. Her heart slamming against her ribs, Lydia inched forward on her chair and fought for a serious, businesslike expression. “I’m not going to sue anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about. I knew the risks when I had the procedure.”

  “Legal action isn’t what we’re concerned about, Ms. Page,” the doctor put in.

  Yes,” Erin agreed. “As you said, you knew the risks, and you did sign a contract—”

  “Then what else is there?” Lydia interrupted. “Look, there’s got to be some chance. I’m sure you’ve seen situations like this before. Isn’t it at all possible that the baby could turn out to be normal?”

  “Normal?” Erin repeated, then sniffed as if she scented something vile. “No.”

  Tears pricked Lydia’s eyes.

  “We’d like to take care of this today, Ms. Page,” the doctor stated.

  “No,” Lydia said. This was ridiculous. Why were they pushing her? Why weren’t they at least letting her think? Have some time—

  “We need you to trust us,” Erin put in, her tone strangely calm.

  “I told you, I’m not getting rid of the baby.”

  “It isn’t safe,” the doctor pressed.

  “I’ll take that risk.”

  The doctor sat back in his chair. “You’ll be a pariah and your child will be a freak. Is that what you want?”

  Lydia’s heart stopped. Or that’s what it felt like. Cold, alone, disgusted. Her hands shaking slightly, she stood up.

  “What are you doing, Ms. Page?” Erin asked warily.

  “Leaving,” Lydia informed her. “And I won’t be coming back.”

  The doctor cursed softly. Erin, however, wasn’t giving up. “Wait. Please. The donor you chose—”

  Lydia swung her purse over her shoulder. “What about him?”

  The woman glanced at the doctor, then turned her attention back to Lydia. “He was a mistake, Ms. Page. He should never have been allowed in the program. I swear to god I’m going to find out who did this and—”

  “What?” Lydia asked, her heart starting to pound hard once again. What was happening? What had she done by trusting these people? “What the hell is going on?”

  “He isn’t human, Ms. Page.”

  It was as if the lawyer switch suddenly flicked on and Lydia moved closer to the woman. “Really? That’s how you’re going to play this? Telling me I have an alien baby? Not only is that pathetic and ridiculous, but it makes you—”

  “You have heard about the race of shape shifters discovered out in the bayous?” the doctor asked.

  A thread of unease moved through her. “Yes, of course. I’ve seen them on TV and online. The Pantera, I think they’r
e called. But what does that have to do with—” She whipped around to face Erin.

  For the first time since Lydia had seen the woman, she genuinely looked distressed. “I don’t know how this happened, Ms. Page. But I swear to you we will find out.”

  Flies were buzzing in her head. She couldn’t hear very well. Her skin felt prickly too. And she was shaking her head. “No.”

  “I’m very sorry.”

  She started to back up. “That’s impossible.”

  “Your blood tests confirm the match,” Erin said.

  Reeling, Lydia turned away and headed for the door. She had her fingers around the knob when Erin called out to her.

  “Take the day. We’ll schedule the termination tomorrow morning.”

  Tears pricked Lydia’s eyes.

  “You’ll only need to wait a few weeks and we can try again—”

  Her hand left the door and went to her belly. “No. Never.” She whirled around. “This baby is mine.”

  Erin and the doctor both stared at her like she was insane. And maybe she was.

  “Ms. Page,” the doctor began. “Besides this being against our laws of nature, the Pantera will not look kindly on this mistake. Our government is working with theirs to foster a relationship. It’s only at the beginning stages. We don’t know how these…beasts…will react.”

  Beasts? It was as if the man had sent a knife through her heart. She didn’t know what was coming. Didn’t know how she was going to manage any of it. But she did know that she was going to protect this child from people like these.

  “You could be in danger if anyone found out.” Erin had her arms crossed over her chest. She looked pensive. “Not everyone has sympathy and understanding for these animals—this new species.”

  “Like you?” Lydia asked bitingly.

  Erin’s lips thinned. “I urge you to think very carefully about this, Ms. Page. And we hope to see you back here in the morning.”

  “I don’t have to think about anything,” Lydia told her fiercely, her hand finding the doorknob once again. “No one is taking this baby from me. Pantera, human—it belongs to me.”

  As she swung the door wide and walked out of the doctor’s office, she felt both sets of eyes on her back.

  Chapter 3

  His cat had taken him to the edge of the Wildlands, but after his shift into his male form, his mind and body, and something he couldn’t explain—or resist—had led him into New Orleans. He’d been there a hundred times for both business and pleasure, but this was the first time he’d had no clear purpose.

  As he roamed the sunlit streets, enjoying a respite from the many hours of sick stomach and fuzzy head, he wondered why he was drawn here—what his cat was after.

  Who it was after.

  It wasn’t unusual for a Pantera to follow a feeling, an instinct—see where it led. But it was an unusual practice for Roch. He rarely used his instincts unless he was in his puma form. In his male form, as a Suit, he relied on information, deduction and logic.

  Bracketed by a small crowd of people, Roch noticed a woman walking toward him. She was beautiful, with long red hair and green eyes—eyes that moved over him with interest.

  “Hi there,” she called out.

  It was the strangest thing. Roch wasn’t the kind of male who pursued a woman, hard and relentless, but he did show his interest with a few words and a smile. Today, however, he had neither. Nothing. No interest at all.

  Well, not in the redhead, anyway.

  Just as she passed him with an irritated eye roll, he felt a surge of heat so powerful and electric, he turned toward it, like a flower into the sun. Or a Pantera male into a storefront. He glanced up at the sign before him. Break For Beignets. What the hell was this, a diner? A donut shop? And why was he being drawn here?

  With heat still blazing inside him, he opened the door and went in. He was immediately met with an overpoweringly sweet scent and a long line of customers. Clearly, everyone wanted a beignet this morning. Everyone but Roch. He wasn’t hungry. In fact, despite the wondrous heat radiating from his chest, he was starting to feel sick again. Goddamit. What the fuck is going on?

  He scanned the line, looking for something, anything that would stand out to him. When that turned up nothing, his eyes cut left, moved over the six tables and the people sitting at them. Lovers, businesspeople, family—

  His gut screamed, then felt as if it had been split in half by a dull ax. He blinked to clear his vision, which was flickering black and white. Seated at the smallest table near the back was a woman he didn’t know. Didn’t recognize. And yet he did.

  His breath seized inside his lungs and for a second, he just stared at her. Maybe twenty-seven or twenty-eight, and human, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life. She had delicate features that called to him to touch. But a strong presence that made him wary. The sunlight streaming in from the window at her right made her masses of tight blond curls glow like a halo, and when she glanced up from her coffee and caught his gaze, he saw that her eyes were an extraordinary shade of violet. Christ. Who was this woman? And why had he been drawn here to her? Because, hell, he knew she was the reason he’d come to New Orleans today.

  He started her way, his gaze taking in her form-fitting gray suit. She was tall, with small, firm breasts, and long, lean legs that could wrap a male’s waist and hold on tight while he—

  He shut his thoughts down before they managed to take root. Take root and multiply.

  He stopped when he reached her table, and found himself tongue-tied. Unheard of. What was going on? Why was he so attracted to her, by her? No. No… Attracted was too gentle a word for what he felt when he looked at his woman. Possessed was better. More accurate.

  “You can take the chair.”

  She was speaking to him; a clear, sensual sound from lips so naturally full and pink they made his mouth water. Shit. And she was looking at him with those large, expressive, violet eyes rimmed with extraordinarily long lashes.

  “Excuse me?” Roch said, trying to reason what he was doing, and why.

  “You want that, right?” She pointed to the black iron chair across from her. “Feel free. I know it’s crazy busy in here.”

  He glanced around, then came back to her. “The tables are all full.” He sounded like a fool, an insane male. And yet he couldn’t stop himself.

  “I suppose you can sit here,” she said, though her tone was cautious. “But I have to warn you, I’m not going to be great company. It’s been a shitastic morning.”

  Tell me, his cat purred from inside his chest. Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll fix it. Whatever it is.

  Ignoring the overzealous feline inside of him, Roch pulled out the chair and sat down. “I’m sorry about your morning. Nothing like a donut to make things right, though.”

  She smiled and the gesture seemed to light up her entire face. He stared at her. Hard. He couldn’t help himself. Besides her beauty, she made him feel…right somehow. It was like walking in the front door of his house and sitting down on the couch. He felt comfortable and warm. And drawn. So fucking drawn.

  “Have you ordered yet?” she asked, her eyes flickering with humor. “Maybe you need a donut too.”

  “Maybe.” A smile tugged at his lips. “But alas, the line…”

  She glanced past him and nodded. “Well, I’m not very hungry.” She pushed her plate toward him. “You can have mine.”

  Roch’s eyes settled on the pastry, then lifted to regard her. “Have we met?” he asked. “I feel as if I know you.”

  She laughed softly. “I want to say that’s a pretty tired pick-up line. But,” she stopped and shook her head, “I think we may have.” Her brows drew together. “Are you an attorney? Or do you have a job in the legal profession?”

  “No.” Was she an attorney? He knew nothing about her. And yet he truly felt as though he knew everything.

  “Maybe college?” she suggested. “Where did you go to school?”

  “I
didn’t.” His nostrils flared. She smelled like heaven. Flowers and some kind of spice. “Have you been to The Cougar’s Den in La Pierre? Or out near the bayous?”

  “No.” She laughed. “You know what it probably is? I look like someone you know and vice versa.”

  No. No. “I don’t think it’s that simple,” he said, his chest flickering with tension.

  “I think it has to be. Or maybe online, Facebook or—”

  He couldn’t stand it any longer. He leaned in and whispered, “Are you connected with the Pantera somehow?”

  Her eyes widened and her lips parted. “What did you just say?”

  His jaw tight, he glanced around, then turned back to her. “Do you know of the Pantera?”

  Her face went as white as the powdered sugar on top of her beignet. “Oh my god,” she said on a gasp. “Oh my god. Those assholes.” Her eyes narrowed on him. “Freaking Haymore works fast.”

  Haymore? Roch stared at her in confusion. Who the hell was Haymore? His gut rippled with tension. Was this her male?

  “Listen up, dickhead,” she ground out, trying to keep her voice low as she stared him down. “No matter what you’ve been sent here to do or to offer me, I will never end this pregnancy.”

  Roch’s guts screamed with heat and sickness. Those violet eyes had turned fierce and protective. Pregnancy? She was pregnant? What the hell? Bile claimed his throat and he wished for his cat to take over so he didn’t puke all over the untouched beignet.

  “I’m leaving now,” the woman said tightly. “Follow me and I’m going straight to the police.” She leaned toward him then and whispered, “Leave me alone and you’ll never hear from me again. No one will ever know this child is half Pantera.”

  Roch’s body started to vibrate as the woman grabbed her purse and stood up. He reached for her, took her wrist, his eyes piercing into hers. “You are carrying a Pantera young?” he hissed, careful to keep his voice low. No doubt they were already attracting attention.