Shea: The Last Hope (10 page)

"Okay, introductions. The wolves of the group include, Jo, Cloe, and Casey, Ruby, Trinity, and myself, then we have Kira, who is half bear and half Fae; Lacy is a witch though her mates may be making her a witchy bear, Jordan and Skye the only humans in the bunch, and if Skye's mates have their way, she’ll be a lion soon, and last is Blanca Arjelia Matilde Aguilar, but we call her Bama for short; she's a harpy eagle. And you are?" Cami said.

"Shea," she said nervously. Channing was her pen name, and she was not about to share her real name with strangers, especially some that looked like they could be borderline mental.

The woman who they called Kira stepped forward and smiled at her. "Do you know of the Chosen?"

Shea frowned of course she had heard of the Chosen, she wasn’t stupid. Even though she stayed away from shifters in general, she knew of everything going on in the magical community. You never knew when you could find a good story line. The Chosen had been something she had toyed around with writing about, but of course, she would have to be careful.

"Of course, I was hoping to get a chance to meet them," Shea said.

"Uh, here is your chance,” the tall pregnant lady said and laughed.

Shea felt her eyes grow wide, and she looked around the room. They were the Chosen or the mates of the Chosen.
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"That's not all," the women standing next to her said.

"Yes?” Shea said.

"How do we say this? Okay, Kira here is the Seer's mate, and she is also a Seer, but she can see the auras of all the Chosen and their mates. When you walked in the room, she knew right away, who you were. You are the last of the Chosen. You were born on April first right?" Cami said.

Shea nodded absently and then said, "Impossible, I would have been told about this."

Cami nodded and smiled. "That's what we have all said at one time or another, just suck it up cupcake and face the facts. You are a Chosen and we found you, and now we are gonna celebrate," Cami said and grabbed her arm.

Before she knew it, she was in the back of a limo driving down the street. They weren’t in the car for long because they pulled up to a restaurant a few blocks away. Cami continued to pull her, and she found herself in a very nice Italian restaurant. They were led back to a private room. She tried to keep the smile pasted on her face. But when they were in a closed space with men guarding the door, she felt a little uncomfortable.

"So, let's talk,” she said brightly. "What would you like to know about my books?"

Jo laughed and said, “Uh, like everything. First, we have to seriously talk about this whole Chosen thing. We’re safe here. Can I ask about your family?"

Shea narrowed her eyes and looked around. She could lie and say they were dead, but she would feel bad. So she did the only thing she could, tell the truth and convince them she wasn’t the person they thought she was.

"My parents still live in Ireland with my clan," she said and let her accent come out.

Over the years, she had learned to talk slower and hide her accent. It was one of the things she figured out early on, when people found out she was from Ireland; they instantly began to tease her about her height and refer to her as a leprechaun. She could never count the number of times that she wanted to correct them and said 'no fairy'.

"Yes, I was born on the first of April. However, I think you may have me confused with someone else. I mean, my parents would never hide something like that from me," Shea said and sat down at a table.

Lacy laughed and said, “Join the club; I never thought my parents would either, but seriously they did, in order to protect me."

Jordan walked behind the bar that was in the corner and pulled out the blender. "We need a little fortifying. For those who are not pregnant, we have Margaritas, those who are, Sparkling Apple Juice."

And she proceeded to make drinks for them all. When they had finally settled down at the table and had a glass in front of them, Shea said, “Really, I can't see it. My mother can't keep a secret to save her life. When we were young, we knew our Christmas gift's months before we opened them. She couldn't help but tell us. My father used to say that if she had to be a spy, she would be fired on the first day."

Everyone laughed, and Cami held up her hand. "For the sake of argument, let's say that you are one of the Chosen. That means you are something magical, I can't scent you so you aren’t a shifter, what are you?"

Shea paused and looked around the room. She sighed. "Fae."

Cami squealed and said, "Wait, like a fairy?"

She nodded and looked around. The women were looking at her with curiosity. This was going to be a long day, she thought, and picked up her drink.

***

Quin and the guys were having their own afternoon at the Pack house, playing cards and watching football. They were having a great time too, talking about what they needed to do, and making plans for a nice long vacation, when the phone rang.

Quin frowned when he looked at his cell.

"Jean Paul, what can I do for you?" he said and heard a lot of noise in the background.

He assumed the girls were at the restaurant now since the signing had ended hours ago.

In fact, he had kinda lost track of time; they should be on the road.

"Alpha, uh, we have a bit of a problem," Jean Paul said and then Quin heard his mate in the background yelling.

"Ja Pa, gimme that phone, I will tell him what he needs to know,” Cami slurred and Quin put his thumb and forefinger to him nose, trying not to laugh. "Baby, we have solved all our problems," she said in the phone.

"Really?" Quin said and looked at the men who were staring at him with concern. He shook his head and put his hand over the receiver. "They’re wasted."

"Hey, don't tell them that, I am so not wasted. Any hoo, Jonny here inshi... inchi I mean he made us call you because he is a big ole fraidy cat. And Listen” her voice went down to a conspiratorial whisper, “we found the last Shosen, she is a real-life fairy too.

We got her drinking and she shifted to show us her wings, just cool. Did you know that fairies could get drunk on sparkle apples? Oh, oh and... and... the prego girls were babysitting us until Cloe went into labor. Now she is cussing at us all and inshisting that we call her mates.

We offered to boil water and get things, get things what you do with the boiling water, but she inshits I mean inshists that she isn’t having her kids in a restaunt. So we need you to now come," Cami said and hiccupped.

"Where are the Enforcers?” Quin ground out.

Cami started to giggle.” Now that is a funny story. Don't tell the guys, but we thought we could have this be our practice bache, bachell, our girl party, and did you know. . .

did you know, that fairies could like, use their minds to make you do stuff, kinda like a hyppo person? So anyway. . .anyway, we made Shea to do that to the guys, to you know, let their inhibonshuns down a little, and she made booboo a little. They are uh, sleeping off the magic, well after they did an ahwshum strip teasle for us."

Quin growled and then put the phone on speaker. They had already heard Cami, so they were pulling on their shoes and getting ready to go.

"Give Jean Paul back the phone," he ordered and Cami laughed.

"Sir, I would drive them home, but Cloe said we should wait until we have medical personnel available. We don't have any in town right now," the wolf said a little panicked.

"We’re on our way,” he said brusquely and hung up the phone then dialed it again. "Lev, I need a favor."

Chapter 7

Quin and the other men walked into the restaurant and cringed. They could hear their mates in the back room; thank the gods that Margie and Rodger closed the place for the night. By the sounds of it, the mates were having too good of a time. Then there were the screams of pain.

Darien and Teagan shot around him, running to the back room to get to their mate. She was clearly in labor, if the cussing was an indication.

"So, your mate is a little wild huh?” Lev smirked. He ran the sirens the whole way here.

After Quinn had him pull some strings and let the local force know, they were coming into town fast. They made great time. Of course, it took five cars to get all the men here.

None of them would stay behind. It was kinda funny.

Quin turned and growled at him, and Lev took a step back. "Sorry man."

"No, it’s my fault; I never should have let her out of my sight," Quinn said and stomped to the back room.

It was hilarious, Lev thought, and watched as the men poured into the room to get their mates. Cami and Jo were on the long table dancing with the Enforcers, who had apparently woken up again and were still blasted with Fae power. They were going to be pissed when they woke up tomorrow.

Jaden pulled his mate down and laughed when she began to flail in surprise. The woman was completely toasted. Devon and Sid found Casey in the corner talking to a plant. She had an empty glass in her hand and was asking for a refill.

The women put Cloe on the end of the table with table cloths around her. She was panting, and when her mates got close, she grabbed them each by the front of their shirt, pulled them close to her face, and yelled, "Bastards. I swear if you don't get me some drugs right now, you will be castrated by morning."

Reggie and Levi found Ruby under the table with Jordan laughing hysterically at a book.

Romy and Larkin pulled their mate out and were surprised when she pointed to the page and asked if they could do the position that the book described.

Bama was singing badly in her native tongue with a microphone on the small stage in the corner that should have been a dance floor. They all winced when she yelled over the loud speaker. "Hey, you bastardos what are you doing here? Ladies night!"

Skye wandered in through the door leading to what he assumed was the bathroom and announced. "I need snacks, where the hell is the kitchen Truby?"

Kira, Lacy, and Trinity were helping Cloe; they had gotten wet clothes for her head and were trying to help her find a focal point. Of course, they were all looking at her like they were terrified. And as their mates drew closer, they heard them all say that they were not sure that giving birth was a good idea.

Lev stood in the doorway, holding his hand to his mouth as he saw the Enforcers he brought drag the others off the table and throw them their clothes. He wondered how it could get so far out of hand. Then he was thrown against the wall.

A small gorgeous woman pinned the tall man to the wall and looked up at him. "Oh, the pretty man is my mate," she smiled and then laughed. "Look, I can fly you to my hotel, and we can fuck like bunnies all night."

Lev looked at the woman in shock as translucent wings popped out of her back. What the hell? He thought, and then looked around for someone to help him.

"I am one of the 'whosiwatsits' and you are my mate. Shami said that I got to have two, so where is the other one. You know I write sexy things about sex but have never had one sex. I think maybe we need to do the sex things. You know, for me to really know what two men can do for me. What is your name pretty man?" the woman asked him.

"It is Lev, BIG LEV," Cami yelled. "And he went on a date with Big Griff. You know why I call them Big? Cause we have all seen their bulges and are sure they are huge." The Alpha female laughed when Jaden threw her over his shoulder and spanked her butt.

"Enough mate," Jaden growled. And Cami stuck out her tongue to his back.

"We need to get out of here," Quin groaned. "I’m assuming this is Shea Channing."

"That's me!" the small woman turned and yelled holding up her hand and then slumped against Lev. He reached out to catch her, and she giggled when his hands wrapped around her and grabbed both of her breasts from behind. "Look, I’m getting felt up!"

The women all cheered and then the Cloe screamed, "Get me the fuck out of here."

All of them moved quicker, getting the women into the limo and Sid driving, while a few of the males moved people, around so they were all in the car. Lev drove his police car with Shea passed out with her head in his lap. While Cloe, Darien, and Teagan sat in the back and told him to hurry. He turned on his sirens and floored it. He figured getting Cloe to a doctor was more important than waiting for the limo or trucks to catch up.

They had back up now and could follow at normal speeds. Plus speeding down the highway with a bunch of drunken women would probably result in an unholy mess.

Chapter 8

Cami groaned and rolled over into her pillow and buried her face. She felt like shit, why did she feel like shit? She wondered and tried to open her eyes, but the bright sunlight hurt too bad to get them open.

"Ugh, I'm dying!" she muttered and heard a chuckle from behind her.

"Not dying, hung-over, and extremely hung-over at that," Jaden drawled and bounced on the bed causing her head to bounce also. She moaned as the pain rocketed through her head and slapped at her mate.

"Dammit, stop it," she growled.

"Hey, you do the crime; you pay the time. I would guess the rest of the females are in similar situations as you, well at least the ones who drank. Do you remember helping in the birthing room? It was classic." Jaden laughed.

Cami shook her head and then frowned. "Shit, what did she have?"

"I think some of the nurses are still having PTSD about the whole thing, and a boy and girl, named Bree and Alec," Quin growled from the doorway.

Jaden laughed, "Yeah, but it was worth it to see Jo and Cami run around in the baseball catcher's gear, where the hell did they find that anyway?"

Quin walked into the room and talked above her. "Apparently, one of the Enforcers who was smacked with fairy power, wanted to help them. By the way, I have some very pissed-off Enforcers in the infirmary this morning, a little irritated that their inhibitions are still being affected."

Jaden held his hand to his mouth to stop from laughing out loud. The entire night last night was a comedy of errors starting from allowing the women to go to Denver.