The only thing better than taking the lives of the two brothers responsible for his father’s death would be also taking the lives of their mate and twin daughters for whom they had crossed centuries to unite with.
But the sister had yet to join them, and the revenge would not be complete without her.
So proving himself worthy of his father, he continued to wait. His father’s killers grew older as did their daughters. Perhaps they would bear children he would also end before their grandfather’s eyes. Both his desire and thirst for blood grew greater with each rotation of the planet around the sun.
And then one beautiful day, while standing upon the balcony of his Greek estate, he received the message for which he’d been waiting hundreds of years.
The sister, Myrna, had arrived at the exact right time. Just as the Ao Quong, the mission’s Lead Field Engineer made a promising breakthrough in his many-century studies of the fating portals Damianos had acquired by one means or another all over the world.
It would seem that they would soon be able to enact the original plan without the Betrayer King’s help after all.
After he visited his grisly revenge upon the family responsible for his father’s demise, he would use the Idaho fating portal to travel back in time to the planet The Royal Geneticist destroyed.
His plan?
Become King of Drakkon once more. And as for the precocious, over-fertile anthrohominids who’d overrun this planet—he would return them to their rightful state as food for their drakkon hunts.
This he vowed.
However, something extraordinary happened soon after the North Wolves princess appeared in this time.
The Drakkon Murderers’ daughters showed up at his estate.
As it turned out, the Betrayer King had a reason for allying with his father’s murderers after all.
These males would eventually become the fathers of the Betrayer King’s fated mate.
And that mate had born him a son.
An actual living, breathing son named Eos who spoke the old language, just as his father did. Eos seemed to Damianos, who had not seen a drakkon young in millennia, nothing short of miraculous.
Only one thing eclipsed that discovery of a hybrid wolf-drakkon… the twin sister of the Betrayer King’s mate.
One look. A single look had been enough to change….not everything—he was still intent on making the twins’ fathers pay for what they’d done. But in an instant, one name was removed from his list of those who would be slaughtered on his father’s behalf.
Ola.
Her name was Ola.
And though she did not know it yet, she would soon be his.
With a snap of his secretly clawed fingers.
As one of the human cattle’s ever-bleating musicians once declared…
Don’t believe me. Just watch.
Chapter One
OLA
This is the best night of my entire life.
Everything I’ve been groomed for. Everything I worked for. It’s all happening right now. And that’s why nobody’s clapping louder than me when my uncles take the stage in the kingdom house’s main ballroom.
The King and Beta of North Dakota are both in their sixties now with nearly three decades of marriage behind them, but they’re holding hands like they’re newlyweds. And they don’t look much different from the photograph, they took after Uncle Kyle received the crown from his father.
Uncle Clyde’s rocking all black denim and leather, just like he did back then. Paying homage to his old Detroit pack which used to be just a few steps up from a motorcycle gang before my mom took over as the first alpha queen ever in the history of North America. He’s also carrying the sawed-off Mossberg 500 twelve-gauge shotgun like a sword at his hip. That gun’s made many a close-minded bitch think twice before crossing him or his husband. And everybody knows the ones who dared to say anything to their face about their previously unheard of royal gay union are currently buried six feet deep. It doesn’t matter how old he gets or how sweet and kind he is when the kingdom’s not watching, my uncle stays mean-muggin’ and straight-thuggin’. Just like in his and Kyle’s coronation photograph, which now hangs over the kingdom house’s mantle.
Which is kind of funny, because my uncle-in-law, Kyle, the alpha king of North Dakota is the total opposite of him. Still boyishly handsome with his carefully colored light blond hair and lanky physique, wearing the official pack crown, he reminds me of one of those early Disney princes—just with a few extra eye crinkles.
Nobody would have put them together, but everybody in North America knows what a great couple they are. And I don’t think my Uncle Clyde has ever regretted, not even for one day, ceding his own crown to my mother and fathers, so that he could marry his then-secret boyfriend. And especially not now that they’ve made it to early retirement.
Watching my uncles take the stage together, I squeeze Akwasi’s hand, secretly hoping we’ll end up that happy one day. But, you know, without all the drama that kicked off my uncles’ happy marriage…and my parents’ happy marriage…and my sister’s happy marriage to a dragon of all dudes…and okay, all of my triplet cousins’ recent happy marriages—maybe they thought we were running out of crazy stories to tell around the fire at the Greenwolf-Ataneq-Nightwolf Thanksgiving table?