Dr. Single Dad's Fake Marriage: A Virgin & Billionaire Romance

by Tia Wylder

  Daiki turned off the television and turned to face me.

  “How do you know this?” he asked.

  “She told me. She wanted me to steal your attention and make you fall in love with me so you would come to the decision on your own.”

  He stood up and rubbed his face with one of his hands as he stared into the distance.

  “Why are you telling me then?”

  “I care about you, and I think you care about me too.”

  He walked over to me and softly kissed my forehead.

  “I do care about you, Kamaria, but if this is true, I need proof,” he said.

  “There’s more,” I said.

  “More? Out with it.”

  I pulled a pregnancy test out of my pocket and handed to him. It was positive. I could see the color drain from his face as he looked at it.

  “I saw this one coming,” he said.

  “I don’t want to become a single parent, Daiki, I want to be with you, and I want to have a family!” I pleaded.

  He kissed me hard and nodded.

  “You’ll have all those things. First I need to deal with Ayumi. If I can find evidence that she’s been cheating on me, she’ll have nothing.”

  I followed Daiki into her room and watched as he furiously went through her things. I heard the door open and he spun around. I had been dreading this moment, but it was going to happen sooner or later. I just hoped my story wouldn’t leave me with a pregnancy ending and no father for the child.

  Daiki charged out of the room.

  “I know everything Ayumi! Who is he?”

  “What are you talking about?” she asked.

  I walked out of the room to face what I had done. Ayumi lowered her eyes at me.

  “You didn’t,” she said.

  “It’s not right! He’s a good person, he deserved to know!”

  Ayumi shook her head. “Oh you naive little worm. He’s not a good person, he’s an arms dealer!”

  Daiki looked over at Ayumi and she chuckled.

  “You seriously thought I didn’t know? I’m not stupid, Daiki.”

  “Don’t change the subject, you were trying to frame me so you could take half of everything I have!” Daiki shouted.

  Ayumi shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it? I’m guessing you have a little one on the way with your mail order bride there.”

  Daiki paused and I saw him clench his fists. I walked over and laid a hand on his shoulder.

  “Just let her have it,” I said.

  Daiki looked over at me with a startled expression.

  “You’re taking her side? She doesn’t deserve a cent of my fortune!”

  “Neither do you.”

  His mouth dropped open.

  “Think about how you made that money. You helped people kill each other. That blood is on your hands, Daiki. This is your chance to start a new life, with me. You’ll make your money back, but this time you’ll do it right.”

  I saw his eyes light up. I could tell that he had doubts about his work, but Ayumi never helped him face those inner demons. He looked over to her.

  “Get out, I’ll send a lawyer with the paperwork.”

  “I have things here, you can’t kick me out!” Ayumi shouted.

  He turned and looked at her.

  “I just did. Send me your new boy toy’s address and I’ll have your things shipped. I don’t ever want to see you again.”

  Ayumi grabbed her keys and walked to the door.

  “Fine, Daiki, have it your way! I hope you two have a happy life!”

  He turned away from her and looked at me as she slammed the door. I saw happiness in his eyes, and the same was reflected in mine. He smiled.

  “Oh, I’m sure we will.”

  The Billionaire Wolf Shifters

  Chapter One

  I’ve often asked myself if what I am is a gift or a curse. The blood of the dire wolf flows through me; it is an extinct blood that has long been forgotten by the Earth and its people. I have the strength of humans and dire wolves without the weakness of either. Time has forgotten me, and all those I have ever loved have succumbed to death, yet I live on. I was truly alone in a world that no longer had need of me.

  For countless decades I have roamed the halls of a castle that I built hundreds of years ago with my blood, sweat, and tears. Even with the help of my allies, friends, and fellow warriors, it took almost a lifetime to build. While their bodies wasted away, mine stood aside the flow of time. They didn’t know my secret, no one did. When the moon hung high in the sky, casting its white glow down upon the world, the blood of the dire wolf took hold.

  My skin fell away as my bones shattered and reformed. My body was covered in a thick layer of matted grey fur as thick teeth erupted from my newly formed snout. I couldn’t control the transformation. It would come as it pleased and leave me a slave to the ancient instincts of a long dead race.

  On those nights I would leave the castle, despite my many attempts to keep myself captive on those cold nights. I would chain myself to the wall in the deepest corner of my empty dungeon and wait for the wolf to take over. The chains did nothing to hold a creature without arms, and though metal bars sealed the exit to the chamber, the dire wolf would always find a way to escape. I would often wake up the following morning in my own bedroom with a vicious headache and a vague memory of the night before.

  The dire wolf dug a tunnel beneath the door. The dire wolf found a loose stone and pried it free, thus compromising the outer wall. The dire wolf did what it must to be free and hunt as it had always known. Thought my memories of the hunt were always fuzzy, I relived parts of them in my dreams. My prey was anything that dared to roam the endless frozen forests outside my isolated home.

  I tracked my prey with a precision unknown to today’s predators. The sensations were incredible; I could smell their fear just before the dire wolf attacked. There was a time, hundreds of years ago, when humans used to roam these forests. During those years, a legend was spread of a giant wolf that would devour explorers who ventured too deep into the woods on a night when the moon was full.

  It was I they spoke of, I saw it in my dreams. They created stories, stories that came close to the truth, but still left many of the details unspoken. They called me a werewolf, that was the name I had been assigned. I was not a werewolf; I was a shifter, one of many. Still, humans had their stories to help their feeble minds comprehend something they couldn’t possibly understand.

  For the longest time, I embraced the dire wolf and its need to hunt, but soon the humans realized that their murdered sons and husbands always seemed to be found near my castle. They came with fire and blades to kill me. They waited until the moon was gone from the sky, and they struck without warning.

  Moon or no moon, the dire wolf would not be threatened by its prey. I lost control that night, hundreds of years ago. I still have nightmares of the slaughter. The dire wolf was a perfect predator perhaps that is why nature sought to balance the scales and kill off the entire species. I slaughtered countless people before the villagers were freed of their bloodlust by fear and fled back into the forest.

  When I awoke the next morning, I was covered in their blood. It was then that I knew this gift of mine was a curse. I had spent so long secluded from the rest of the world, but it was clear that I could not hide forever. The dire wolf would not be subdued, and it would not permit me to take my life.

  No, I had to seek control. I ventured forth from my castle and traveled across the lands looking for others like myself. There were those with the blood of a bear, a lion, a tiger, and many other powerful beasts flowing through them. Other shifters like me who also struggled to control their shifts. Most had simply succumbed to their animal spirit and became feral as both human and beast.

  Others stayed isolated and moved from place-to-place seeking new refuge and a place where their transformation would not result in the deaths of innocent lives. Meanwhile, humans continued telling their stories of monsters that hid
beneath their beds and sulked in the shadows. We shifters were creatures of myth and fear, used to control and subjugate the masses through a uniform terror.

  After countless years I came into the presence of an ancient and forgotten tribe. They found me after a hunt, naked and freezing. They took me into their village and brought me to a shaman who lay on his deathbed. They clothed me and when I recovered, I spoke to the shaman. He told me that his people were among the first shifters. He had lived for thousands of years, but now death had found him.

  He spoke of a future where our kind would be driven to extinction by humans who were too fearful to understand our place in the world. He told me that he had spent the last several decades of his life trying to create a formula. It was supposed to be a serum that would allow shifters to control their animal spirits and thus keep themselves hidden from the prying eyes of humans.

  He was close, he knew it. He gave me everything he had and told me to finish his work. When I asked him why he had chosen me, he shook his head:

  No, wolf it is not I that chose you, but you who have chosen me. Your journey is at an end, return to your home and save our people.

  I returned to my castle and set about creating a means of saving our people. Countless failures only served as fuel for the fires of my resolve. When I finally perfected the formula, I found myself living in a brave new world where anything could be bought or sold at the right price. With my new formula in hand, I set about creating a business empire that would not only provide me with the means to save my people, but with the power to ensure that no human could stop me.

  Chapter Two

  Present Day

  Humans liked to think they had total control over the world they lived in, that they were at the top of the food chain. In reality, many of the people they knew as leaders and celebrities were shifters that had achieved a mainstream lifestyle through my medicine, now labeled a drug by modern society. Weekly doses would ensure that a shifter could resist the transformation and choose to transform whenever they liked.

  It was not a perfect solution. The voices of the beasts within them still called out, but their cries were reduced to a dull roar when taking my medicine. I never gave it a name, for the shaman that had bestowed it upon me never decided on one. The people who purchased it from me around the world took to calling it “Instinct.”

  My secluded location in northeastern Russia made shipping one of the premiere costs of my growing business, but those costs were quickly balanced by the ludicrous rates shifters were willing to pay for their supplies of Instinct. To prevent copycats, I made all the batches myself, which meant that I spent a majority of my time in my lab in the bowels of the castle.

  Centuries of lifetime had afforded me not only strength and brawn, but also a genius intellect in the field of medicine. I refined Instinct with each batch I created, and while others made pitiful attempts to recreate the recipe, no one has been able to touch my empire. My connections with shifters in powerful positions of government also ensured that my products made it across international and state lines without hassle.

  As I perfected the formula for Instinct, I found ways to allow the strengths of the beast to meld with the human side. Even in my human form, I had impeccable hearing, however it was not consistent. I had a theory that it was only triggered by adrenaline. Danger was the only thing that could awaken the sleeping beast within me.

  My hands shook as I worked tirelessly with the equipment that lined my lab. Winding glass tubes travelled from basins to flasks. The process was complex and long. A single batch could easily take eight hours or more. I would often work through the night, pausing to sleep only if absolutely necessary. I picked up one of the flasks that contained a mixture of fermented liquids and breathed in the pungent scent.

  A loud crash came from the floor above me. I set the flask down as my heart galloped in my chest. I heard methodical footsteps as adrenaline flooded my veins. As I made my way up the darkened stone stairway to the main floor, my heightened senses kicked in. I heard the ragged breathing of beasts and the slow pace of a predator.

  I carefully approached the door at the top of the stairs. With as little pressure as possible, I pushed the door open and looked through the sliver of light. Moonlight passed through the glass windows of the main hall. I couldn’t see the intruders, but I could hear them. I stepped out of the doorway and into the main hall. I heard the low growl of a beast to my right. I turned and saw a lion standing before me. It bared its teeth as it slowly approached.

  Another emerged from the shadows to my left. These lions were a long way from home, they had to be shifters.

  “Do you know who I am? I am Sergei Ivanov, creator of Instinct and last of the dire wolf clan! You will abandon your beast forms, or you will die by my hand!” I shouted.

  The lion to my right leapt forward. Its claws dug deep into the flesh of my shoulder as I fell to the ground. I threw the lion off and relinquished control as rage consumed me. The beast within was more than happy to come forth. Thick fur ripped through my skin as my bones shattered and reformed. Instinct worked against the process, but with enough focus and a catalyst like danger, the beast would break free.

  It was painful beyond measure. I could feel the very structure of my body, my organs, and bones changing. Perhaps the most terrifying aspect was the change in facial structure. My eyes shattered like glass and I was submerged in darkness as my entire head formed into a long snout and my teeth grew into thick teeth.

  I stood to my feet as a dire wolf and looked through the eyes of a predator that hasn’t roamed this world for thousands of years. The two lions stood on either side of me. I had some control over the dire wolf, but its instincts were sometimes too powerful to control. I was forced to watch as the violence unfolded in moments like these.

  The lions made the first move and charged toward me. I felt my legs clench and I shot off just as the lions closed in. I ran to the far end of the hall and spun around to face them. They regrouped and came at me again. My lips peeled back, and a fierce snarling bark came from deep in my throat. The lions showed no signs of stopping. The wolf took over and leapt with incredible speed onto the back of the right lion. It let loose a shriek of pain as my nails dug into the flesh of its back. I brought my open jaws down around its neck and bit with incredible force.

  Even though the blood tasted bitter to me, the dire wolf relished in the flavor; it eased up on the bite for only a moment before clenching its jaw down again. The lion collapsed from blood loss and lay silent on the ground beneath me. I could feel the thundering rhythm of the lion’s heart as its blood filled my mouth. It soared and pounded fiercely as it clung to life, but soon I felt that life fade until there was nothing left.

  I heard the other lion to my left and swung around to face it. The lion roared, sending a deafening echo through the main hall. I replied with deep howl filled with bloodlust. The lion and I stared each other down from across the main hall. The ecstasy of the kill still flowed through my veins. I was eager for another and ready to fight. The lion made the first move.

  “Stand down!” A booming voice shouted.

  The lion stopped and looked to the doorway. I followed its gaze and saw a towering black man standing in the entrance of my castle. He wore a pair of black pants, but his chest was bare. He had a long thick coat made from animal skin and fur. The moonlight glistened on his chiseled abdomen and his bald head. I looked back to the lion to ensure it wasn’t going to try anything while my attention was divided. It remained still.

  “Return to your human form, now! Do it or he dies!” The man shouted. He spoke with a thick Creole accent that told me he was a long way from home.

  He snapped his fingers and stepped to the side. Another, much smaller man in thick winter clothing stepped through the doorway with a man whose hands were handcuffed behind his back. This man I recognized. I had no choice but to shift back. Thankfully the lion did the same. I stood to my feet, naked and freezing as I faced the only c
onnection I had left to the woman I ever truly loved.

  The man was my son, Dmitri. Over the course of my centuries of life, his mother was the only woman that I felt truly bonded to. I did not believe in soulmates or destiny, but when I met her, I became a believer in the romantic story. Of course, she was human, and even knowing what I was, she still stayed with me until time wore her down to nothing. Our son was only half-shifter. He could not transform into a beast, but he still had the blood of the wolf within him.

  It gave him instinct, strength, and the longevity that we shifters enjoy. When he mother was taken by death, I wanted to disappear into the folds of time and abandon my quest. Dmitri did not let me; he helped me find some kind of peace between the pain. He was my last connection to her. I would die before watching harm come to him.

  “I stand before you, bare and unarmed. I mean you no harm, so long as you release my son,” I said.

  The black man’s eyes went wide as he looked past me and saw the corpse of the lion I killed.

  “You wish to speak like men, and yet you slaughter one of my own like the dog that you are? I should have you killed, but you’re no use to me or any of us if you’re dead. Instinct is a powerful drug, you were smart to keep the formula a secret,” he said.

  “Is that why you are here, to try and steal the formula? Far greater men than you have tried. None of them left this place alive.”

  The man laughed. “No, I am not here for your empire. I have my own clan to watch over. I am here because I have been a long time purchaser of Instinct and recently I’ve been missing my shipments. What’s more is that my supplier has mysteriously vanished.”

  “Who are you?” I asked.

  “I am Brakha, leader of the lion shifter clan in south Louisiana. When I couldn’t reach my supplier, I decided to go over his head and talk to the one in charge.”

  “Well, Brakha, I fail to see how this is my concern. I do not handle shipment, only creating the product. I know you’ve come a long way, but I cannot help you. You’ll just have to deal with your problem yourself.”