'One Hitters'

Roger:

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘Peyton is alive’. That motherfucker is supposed to be dead according to the last News headline.” Tossing my phone on JR’s desk growling out in frustration, looking over my shoulder at my brothers mirroring my tensed pacing.

“That’s what we also assumed, but Thyra educated us on some interesting family secrets that aren’t recorded, secrets only passed down generation to generation. The Black Claw clan is one of the oldest Nordic Bear clans still in existence to this day, and their merciless reputation precedes my ‘Bloodless’ title for sure.” JR leaned back in his brown leather wingback lacing his fingers behind his head, those blackish-auburn locks still damp smelling freshly showered, fucking glowing after sex.

As soon as the convoy reached Demon Wolf, preparations were already underway to handle the DeLois scum in the arena. Of course, our mate was whisked away by a giggling, red-headed toddler and her merry gang of cockblocking aunts and grandmother, leaving us to manhandle the hard-ons that ached for release.

“What family secrets?” Elias snatched a bottled water from the mini-fridge tucked behind the L-shaped desk, tossing one over his shoulder to each of us with a satisfied sigh as the cold liquid doused the roaring acid that swirled angrily in my stomach.

“Let’s just say the Black Claws can’t die easily. I had Desmond and Izzy come check on him, you know, to make sure his ‘bloodlust’ didn’t catch us off-guard and surprise, surprise, he’s a fucking healthy, breathing, distraught man-bear wanting his mate.” Side-glancing JR with a tilted smirk, turning sharply on my heel studying the emotionless glint in his sparkling golden-blues.

“Sneaky. Sneaky. King Rockwell. What are you not telling us?” Chris laughed shortly, side sitting along the desk edge, trailing his clawed finger along the organized chaos of papers and electronics.

“It’s not his place to say anything, plus you just got here, so things have been a little chaotic.” Dad chuckled shortly strolling into the office looking sated and full of himself, reaching for a freshly poured bourbon JR slid across the desk with a smooth hand.

“Not chaotic enough for everyone to get their ‘fuck’ on, while we’re stuck like this.” Ben snarled angrily, pointing to the pulsating third leg trapped between his boxer briefs and thigh, gripping it with a firm palm shacking it like he was going to strangle the hardened mass of muscle.

“There’s plenty of lotions in the guest room, why don’t you go pick one and rub a few out before addressing us so rudely.” JR leaned forward with a teasing smirk, knowing damn well he was pressing the right buttons.
“Fuck off! Both of you. Your three-year-old and in-law’s swept her away before we even stepped foot in the house.” Face palming myself as my ass slid back into the matching leather chair exhaling heavily, leaning my head back with an angry grumbling of curses.

“There’s four of you, and… yeah, Amelia in that mix would make me back off too.” JR roared out in laughter, slapping his thigh with a heavy palm as Dad collapsed against the desk, slapping the hickory wood top sucking in breaths of oxygen between laughs.

“You’re better off with your hands at the moment. Once those scumbags are handled, you can lock yourselves away for a few days.” Smiling at that thought hearing the grumbling agreements from my brothers, lifting my head up with a rush of light-headedness.

“Back to your questioning earlier. After you four jetted off to Egypt, we had our own little surprise visitor. Bailey, the snarling, slashing Tasmanian Devil on steroids.” Leaning forward quickly with my brothers, listening intently with perplexed expressions plastered across faces.

“My bastard brother took her after snapping Peyton’s neck, setting ablaze to the orphanage. She rejected the poor boy after fucking his brains out, but his bear refused to accept it, and I think he did too. That’s besides the point at the moment. Helmer took her back to an old Victorian house somewhere unknown, fed her his blood while unconscious then when she woke, she refused the tonic. You four have been around long enough to know what happens when a changeling refuses blood tonic.” Dad looked between us with that ‘you know’ expression causing his crimson-greens to darken into a eerie blood-red.

“He’s pissed.” “No shit sherlock.”

“TOGA-TOGA-TOGA!”

“What the Fuck Chris!” Snapping my narrowed gaze on his smiling pose leaning back with his fingers laced behind his head, shrugging his shoulders at our snarling expressions.

“Are you four done? This is serious. Bailey is still unstable even after we gave her the stabilizing tonic, and her hunger is draining our blood reserves. It’s like she’s a bottomless pit of hunger.” Desmond groaned behind his hands, rubbing his fingers along his temples with a tilted smirk as JR poured him another bourbon.

“Are you sure it’s ‘blood hunger’ and not actual hunger? The stabilizing tonic would have knocked any changeling on its ass.” Elias spoke through his thoughts side-glancing me with a curious look.

“You thinking what I’m thinking.” Silently conversing with my brothers.

“Pregnant.” The confirmation was evident with the information being presented.

“You said she fucked his brains out then rejected him, did they use protection?” The amused laughs echoed through the room at Elias’ words as he sat back with a half-assed shrug.

“Seriously. Like they would be thinking about protection in the middle of a heated situation, and from what we heard, she beat the shit out of him during all of this.” JR chuckled deeply, rolling his eyes that this was even being mentioned.

“Are you seriously suggesting she’s pregnant? Any fetus wouldn’t have survived the ‘blood change’, I’m shocked she lasted as long as she did without the tonic.” Dad looked conflicted in this whole discussion, texting someone quickly.

“Dad think about it. Peyton is alive because of his Black Claw lineage. Peyton and Bailey mated, even though she rejected him, his bear refused to accept knowing that his human refused it deep in his heart. That was five days ago. Anything goes in the supernatural world, so, what if Peyton’s seed took, and Helmer’s little scheme didn’t take root because of the fetus.” Ben was on the same page with us as Dad and JR looked at one another dumbfounded.

“He has a point Desmond. Look at what happened after Nikola and Micah were born.” JR perked a humorous brow at Dad’s refusal.

“That was different JR, you’re lycan and if I remember correctly, three times in one day did the deed.” Hiding the ear-splitting smiles behind our fists, silently laughing at the pregnancy debate underway between the lycan and vampire.

“If I may add something to this discussion, one night of sexual bliss resulted in our current situation, which was confirmed ‘negative’ with an ultrasound, but the pregnancy test was positive.” Chris smiled smugly, tossing a playful wink at us while dad shook his head in denial, smacking JR’s arm with a hiss belting out a chesty laugh.

“They have a point. Have her tested and give her two rare steaks. We like meat, and our pregnant women devour it with a happy smile.” JR grinned evilly at Dad, knowing exactly where their minds wondered off to.

“Devour is an understatement, more like inhale.” Motioning with my fist pushing my cheek out with my tongue, receiving snarling grunts from my brothers squirming around in their seats. Grinning at dad’s shocked expression reading a text that dinged in, looking up from his phone with a hissing snarl.

“Well?” Fluttering our thick lashes at him, cupping our hands together in mockery.

“Fucking smartasses. I should kick your asses myself.” His grumblings had JR rolling in laughter, confirming our suspicions that Bailey was pregnant.

“Harrison is getting her fed as we speak. She’s emotional at the moment but took the news rather well according to Harrison. She doesn’t know about Peyton yet, so we’ll size that bombshell when the time comes.” Dad exhaled a chuckling scoff, leaning back in the chair with his fingers massaging along his temples.

“Bunch of ‘one hitters’ in this fucking family.” Chris chuckled out loudly, receiving scoffing snarls in rebuttal.


“What! It’s the truth. Both set of twins were one hitters. Ours. One hit wonders.” His cheeky grin stretched across his face, dodging a few stray pens in laughter.

“Speaking of which, how are you holding up? Rocko said you slept the majority of the way back, and I know what I smelt in that cell. Goki and Brutus were livid, that piece of shit is lucky the only thing that he slammed into was that barred wall. I saw how bad he was worked over along with his dear daddy and uncle.” The swirling black against his golden-blues only confirmed his words about Goki and Brutus scratching to surface.

Closing my eyes with a shaky exhale, clenching tightly to the armrests as the sinking sensations of helplessness, panic, fear, anger, hatred, every form of hopeless emotion swirled angrily around inside my head. Snarling out against the raging heat that crept up my spine, digging my claws into the poor armrests, shredding the soft leather upholstery like butter.