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  BirthMark

  Title Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  BirthMark

  Book 3

  La Patron: The Alpha’s Alpha

  By: Sydney Addae

  BirthMark: Book Three of the La Patron Series

  Sydney Addae

  Copyright 2013 by Addae, Sydney

  ISBN: 978-1-937334-30-7

  First Edition Electronic September 2013

  Published by Sitting Bull Publications, LLC

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  BirthMark

  Book 3 of

  The Patron, the Alphas Alpha

  When you’re the top wolf on the continent with the backing of the Goddess, how does an enemy topple your kingdom? By challenging you to a fight? No. By changing the rules.

  After three hundred years of fighting and service to the Goddess, Silas Knight is the Patron, Alpha to the Alphas on the North American continent. As the top wolf, he fears little and has seen most things. But when he discovers someone or something has been quietly disturbing the natural order of things, he’s surprised. Certain human women have the ability to birth fully functioning wolves, and that’s a major problem.

  Jasmine Bennett has no idea her deceased husband was a wolf shifter or that her twin sons are shifters. Her life changes when she rushes to her son’s bedside after he’s wounded in Afghanistan and returned stateside. Now her life’s in danger because of her ability to give birth to a breed of beings she never knew existed.

  After sending out a mating call which Silas answered, Jasmine’s pregnant and depressed. Her life has spiraled out of control. Silas is angry that his first “litter of pups” are half breeds. A group of human breeders offer her a chance to leave Silas, offering a strange brand of protection. When a human breeder enters the compound using a weapon the wolves are helpless against, Silas and Jasmine understand the true meaning of Birth Control. (Book two)

  Silas is discovering what it means to have a family. Unfortunately it seems to clash at the worst times with running the wolf nation. Someone is literally throwing a series of challenges at him in an effort to remove him from office. Silas and Jasmine’s relationship is tested and the outcome was uncertain. With prophecies running rampant about the future of the wolf nation, and mysterious happenings, Silas and Jasmine are stumped by the BirthMarks on their sons.

  This is the third book in the La Patron series. Book one is BirthRight, Book two is BirthControl and should be read first for a better understanding of this book.

  Thanks Sydney

  Chapter 1

  Silas Knight, La Patron of every wolf on the North American continent and possibly a few others as well, walked the wide hallway outside his bedroom to avoid waking his mate, Jasmine. She was worn out from tending the children all day and he wanted her to have a few minutes of undisturbed rest. Her day had been as long as his, but whereas he spent the day running a nation of wolves, she spent the day with four pups whose needs and personalities were as different as the days of the week. He would gladly face the rebels or pouting Alphas than handle his feisty litter all day. She had remarked on more than one occasion that the pups had his arrogant gene, as if that were a bad thing.

  He placed his bundle higher on his shoulder and patted his back gently. “It’s going to be okay, little one,” he whispered in an attempt to calm David’s whimpering. For some reason none of the doctors had been able to explain why the child was in a constant state of discomfort. Nothing calmed him for long.

  “Is he going to be alright?” Tyrese, Jasmine’s older son, asked as he walked down the hall toward them. He was dressed in pressed jeans and a bright red short-sleeved polo. His highly polished boots made a clopping sound on the marble floors. He had allowed his hair to grow out from a military buzz cut, and it now brushed against his shoulder.

  Silas nodded and flicked his gaze over the young pup again. “He’s fine, just having a hard time quieting down. Going out?”

  “Yeah, a few of the guys and I are going to hit this new club in town. Supposedly it’s owned by a half-breed, I wanna check it out.”

  Since Silas had approved the club owner’s petition to open a business in the state, he wasn’t surprised. In fact he’d heard the business venture had proven to be such a success, the owner had petitioned the Alpha of Georgia to open a club in Atlanta.

  “There are still some rebels in the area. Be careful. Have fun.”

  “I will. Always.” Tyrese nodded and walked to the elevator which would take him down to the tunnels. He would have to walk a good distance and then come up beneath the condo complex to pick up his car. It was safer and away from the main houses.

  David whimpered a little and Silas returned his attention to his youngest male pup. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, but it’s going to be okay.” He started to hum and David quieted. Initially, Silas had thought to have the pup calmed in a few minutes, consequently pacing the quiet hall made sense. Now he realized he'd miscalculated and headed to the darkened nursery. He sat in one of the rocking chairs, continuing his soft serenade. There were five additional rockers in the large nursery along with the four cribs occupied by his pups, lining the wall. The nurses lay asleep on twin beds behind a screen so they were close if one of the pups woke through the night. Except David. They had a small crib in their room for when he had problems sleeping. It bothered him that the doctors couldn’t find the root of his pup’s discomfort. Poor thing had been poked and prodded repeatedly with nothing to show for it.

  Closing his eyes, he sought advice from the Goddess. He waited until the warmth of her presence filled the room. David quieted and went still. Offering comfort, Silas rubbed his son’s back as he waited for permission to speak.

  “Patron.” The whispery voice filled the room and touched every atom of his bein
g. Her energy touched off sparks in the room and sent tingles down his spine. He struggled to make a coherent sentence.

  “Goddess of Life, how can I help my pup…my son?” he asked, uncertain if she’d respond since he hadn’t followed the normal protocols for contacting her. He continued humming old, forgotten melodies, so engrossed in the peaceful moments that when the Goddess responded on the wisps of the wind, he was startled.

  “He is your seed, La Patron, you can heal him as you’ve healed many others.”

  How? He was such a tiny thing. But her presence had left as suddenly as it came. Holding his young pup tight, he sent warmth and waves of healing vitality to his son. He then placed his palm in the middle of the child’s back, closed his eyes and focused on healing the small body. When he was done, Silas waited, hoping his pup was better.

  Within a few moments, David began whimpering again. Tired and confused, Silas placed David across his shoulder and started humming again. The child settled. Silas breathed in the sweet silence of the room and gazed at the ceiling. Last year the Goddess told him change was coming, and it had blown through his life with hurricane force winds, upsetting everything he knew and believed. Human females and wolves, breeding, creating a whole new category of beings – half breeds. There were times he still couldn’t believe it, but he’d just look in his nursery. All four of his pups, his first litter, were half-breeds.

  At the thought of them, love welled inside him and overflowed. Now with pups of his own, he fully understood why full-blooded wolves were willing to fight their pack mates, and start a civil war to save their pups. As much as he had detested the idea of half-breeds before, he was irrevocably committed to saving all wolves, full and half-breeds. Part of the reason lay on his shoulder, taking small sips of air and trembling slightly on the exhale.

  “Don’t worry, little one. The Goddess says I can heal you, I just need to figure out how and then all will be well,” he murmured, closing his eyes as he rocked.

  His thoughts roamed to Tyrone, Tyrese’s twin. He wondered how the young pup would react when he discovered another had challenged him for the right to lead the West Virginia wolves.

  Silas decided to allow the challenge to stand since there were those who didn’t view the former Alpha as a traitor. But Silas knew better. He’d read the Alpha’s thoughts, heard his hatred of the breeds, and his desire to destroy everything and everyone who stood in his way. That included Silas. The traitor had died by Silas’ hands and he was within his rights to choose a replacement.

  The sweet scent of his mate reached him. Keeping his eyes closed, he waited for her to speak.

  “Let me take him, you have that meeting tomorrow with the detective. You said he was coming at eight, it’s after three now.” She reached forward and took the pup from his shoulder. He might never admit it, but he missed the small patch of warmth the little one had provided.

  Silas pulled Jasmine onto his lap, pushed her swinging braids from her face and nuzzled her neck. He had missed her. The birth, coupled with the fall in the cave, had wreaked havoc on her body. The doctor had restricted their lovemaking due to the bleeding after the pups were born. There were still so many things they simply did not know about her physiology, neither he nor the doctor wanted to take any chances.

  “He’s going to be fine,” he whispered as she placed a kiss on the pup’s brow.

  “Oh?” She eyed him curiously. “Have the doctors said something to you?”

  “No. The Goddess.”

  Her eyes widened and lit with pure joy. “What’d she say?... What’d she say?”

  Pleased with her eager response, he repeated the words he had been told. “I’ve laid warm hands on him, sending healing energy through his body, but… that didn’t work. Don’t worry, it is my top priority to discover how to heal him.”

  “Can’t you just decree it? Make a command? Tell his body to be healed?”

  Chuckling, he tapped her nose. “I’m not the Christo. I can heal wolves because I’m their leader, we share similar energy. He needs something more and I will figure it out.”

  She nodded and stood, taking his hand. “Come on, time for bed, at least until you have to get up. I’ve missed you.”

  Gingerly he cupped her face between his palms and stared into her eyes. He read the fatigue and the determination. She had made it very clear when she’d been pregnant that she would raise her children. And though she had nurses to assist, she spent most of her time caring for the pups. Initially, they’d argued over the amount of time and energy the pups were taking, he had felt left out. That had been an intensely enlightening discussion. Now he understood it went against everything inside her to hand her babies over to someone else to raise. It wasn’t who she was. Now, he made time every day to visit her and the pups. They set aside an hour or so every evening to spend time alone, so far it worked well.

  “I love you,” he whispered across her lips, and kissed her deeply.

  She opened her link and he was inundated with a tidal wave of sweet, tingly, warmth that cascaded over him and permeated his heart. “Love you, baby.”

  His chest tightened at her words and he deepened their kiss. His palms rested on her hips, he pulled her close to his erection.

  Her breath hitched.

  He rubbed her against his hardness, reveling in the friction. He released her mouth for a second, gulped down some air and kissed her again.

  “I need you,” he told her through their link. “I miss you.”

  “I need you too,” she said. “He’s been quiet for a while now, let’s go to bed.

  “I’m right behind you.”

  They broke apart and he appreciated the needy look in her eyes. She placed her finger to her lips, took his hand and led him to their bedroom.

  His eyes were glued to her hips, remembering how well they cushioned his larger form. How hot and tight she’d been the last time, how she’d been soaking wet before he even touched her. His skin heated, his cock leaked as he remembered the long hard thrusts he’d given her and she’d taken them all.

  She stumbled and turned, her eyes disbelieving. “When…when did you learn that?”

  He frowned; he had no idea what she was talking about. “What?”

  “I felt you…it was like…you were…you know…”

  “No. I don’t. What are you talking about?”

  She walked to their bed and laid David down in the small crib before returning to him, and crossed her arms. Within seconds, their last sexual romp replayed in his mind. She leaned forward. “The difference was I felt it when you were thinking about it a minute ago, you didn’t just now. How’d you do that?”

  His eyes landed on her full globes. His dick jumped. He grabbed her hand, leading her to the other side of the bed. “Horny.” He slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders. The dress pooled on the floor while he pulled her close, kissing her face, neck and finally her breasts. His fingers ventured south and it was just as he remembered, she was wet and ready for him. He eyed his son, sent a silent plea to chill for a few moments longer.

  “Hurry up and undress.” Jasmine pulled at his jeans, unsnapping them and rolling them down.

  He slapped her hand away, and finished the job in one fell swoop. The heat of her mouth sheathed his cock, torturing him because they didn’t have time.

  “Damn, you have no idea how much it hurts me to stop you, but as good as your mouth feels, I need to be inside you.” Gently he pulled away, loving the suction she provided on the way out.

  She grinned, scooted back on the bed, and opened her legs, showing her bare lips and ready-to-be-filled center. His cock jerked in greeting as he moved forward, grabbed her calves and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

  He loved looking at her like this, when she was wild and needy for him. “This is going to be fast. But I promise to make it up to you whenever we get our bedroom back.”

  “Just do it…please.”

  He didn’t have to be asked twice. With single-minde
d precision, he filled her in one thrust. Her body welcomed him and held him snug in her warmth. Tight muscles clenched and throbbed. He needed to move. In the back of his mind he remembered she had given him four pups and should take it slow. He slid in and out, gentle strokes at first. But his mate didn’t want gentle, and the image she sent through their link of him taking her made it clear she needed him hard and fast. Silas increased his thrusts, feeling the pleasure build. It spurred him on. He pumped harder, deeper, wanting to imprint himself on her.

  A low keening sound filled the air. He placed his hand over her mouth as he continued to thrust into her through her orgasm. He was so close. She clenched her muscles and sent him over the edge. His heart pounded loud in his ears as he emptied his load into her.

  Chest heaving, he sucked air into his starved chest as he collapsed on top of her. Firmly toned arms wrapped around him, holding him tight. “You are amazing. That was sooo good. Thanks. You have no idea how much I needed that.”

  He squeezed her shoulder, inhaled her scent and placed a kiss on her shoulder. “I’m sure I have an idea. I’ve gone without as long as you have.” He rose slightly, looked down at her droopy lids showing hints of light brown eyes, and her goofy smile. “You looked like a satisfied cat.”

  She grinned and ran her hand through his hair. “I am. You satisfied my cat…for now.” She winked at him and rolled to the side.

  “Watch him. I’m going to take a quick shower. Be right back.” She rose slowly, majestically, and walked naked to the bath. He was sure she put a little extra in her walk knowing he was watching. Her bronzed complexion glowed, her long braids slapped the middle of her back, drawing attention to her small waist and high round hips. In a word, perfection, and she was his.