Dire Wolf Mates - Chapter 92: Chapter 92
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“Sir, Ma’am, I think you should both just quiet down and listen to your daughter—”
“Wait a second, who is that?” her mother screeched.
“Tracey! What is that strange man doing in my house?” her father demanded.
“Mom, Dad, this is Phoenix. He is with me,” Tracey replied, and straightened her shoulders.
Phoenix moved to her side, offering her his strength and support lovingly and freely. He probably should have worn something other than worn denim and his leather cut, but they’d ridden up on his bike, and Phoenix believed in comfort above all. He'd even gotten her a pair of sexy as fuck jeans and a black leather vest fitted over a ripped up t-shirt with the Serious Moonlight logo on it.
“Mr. And Mrs. Donner,” he growled, unable to keep the hostility out of his voice.
“Oh my God! Tracey! What are you wearing? You ran off with a biker?! This is just more embarrassment!” His mate’s mother screeched.
“What does it matter if he rides a motorcycle, Mother? He makes me happy. I make him happy. And I didn’t come back with my tail between my legs, I came back to tell you I am leaving home for good. I am going to be with Phoenix, and we are going to see the world,” she told her parents, turning her head to flash him that thousand watt grin he loved.
His whole body responded to her happiness, vibrating with pride and need. He wanted to kiss her, hold her, tell her how brave she was to face these two horrible, uncaring people. It was obvious they were not the tender, doting parents she deserved, and the loss was theirs. Tracey was fucking wonderful. He would tell her that, too. As soon as they left this house, that felt colder than a cemetery to him and his beast.
“I forbid it,” Daniel Donner yelled, wagging his pasty finger on the screen.
“The hell you do,” Phoenix growled, the threat of someone forbidding his mate anything had the animal riled.
“You see how she really is? I told you, Daniel,” Tracey’s mother yelled, a look of poisonous triumph on her face.
“How can you ruin us this way?” her father asked.
“Dad, this is not about you. Try to understand.”
“After everything I did for you. I tried to raise her correctly, Daniel, but look at the girl. She could never be the daughter we deserved,” her waspish mother griped.
Phoenix could barely contain his growl. Tracey tried to reason, but her parents’ vicious insults and demands would not be silenced. At least, not until Rosa stepped in.
“Enough!” Rosa said in a loud, clear voice that emanated with power.
“You will both stop this right now. Years I have watched you fail to rise to the honor of being her parents.”
“Rosa, I don’t think—” Tracey’s father replied, but his sentence was cut off by Rosa’s sharp hiss.
Good for Rosa.
Phoenix growled, in full agreement with the slight woman.
“Tell her the truth now.”
Phoenix’s jaw dropped as the older woman’s façade faded away. No longer was she the Donner’s housekeeper. Rosa was something else. Something that smelled distinctly like sugar cookies and Tracey. Her age lines receded, gray hair turned black, and those muddy brown eyes lightened to a creamy jade—much like his mate’s.
“Rosa?” Tracey gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. Phoenix moved behind her, placing his large hands lightly on her shoulders.
“Oh linda, I am still your Rosa. Daniel and Daniella Donner, you were charged with raising this daughter of the Doñas de fuera until she could find her way. We had assumed you would treat her with love and dignity, but you have failed in this. Now, you owe her the truth,” she announced.
“Rosa? What are you talking about?” Tracey asked, a hiccup in her voice told him how emotional she was feeling.
“Finally!” Daniella Donner screeched again. “I am not your mother. I never was. Your father here cheated on me! And you, you were the fruit of his misguided affair. To think I had to take you into my home and raise you. My husband’s bastard! I never even wanted kids.”
“What are you saying?” Tracey asked. She gasped again as tears fell from her eyes, and Phoenix squeezed her to him tightly.
“Tracey, it is true,” Daniel said, and the insect cleared his throat. “I was young and foolish, and Thea was very beautiful—”
“Oh, please,” Daniella hissed.
“Shut up, Daniella. Thea was beautiful and Rosa is right, we did a lousy job raising my daughter. Tracey, I am sorry if we failed you,” the man said, and to Phoenix’s preternatural hearing, he truly sounded remorseful.
“Tracey, there are things you need to know,” Rosa said, turning to face his shivering mate.
“I can’t,” she said, shaking her head.
Phoenix wanted to pick her up and run out of there, but he knew something incredible was about to reveal itself. Tracey deserved to know her truth, and he would be right beside her to give support and anything else she might need.
“Hey, you got this, beautiful. I am staying right here with you, and I won’t let anything harm you, I promise,” he vowed.
“Okay. If you’re with me, I can do this,” she said, and her gaze flicked back to Rosa.
“You have found a good mate, Tracey,” Rosa said approvingly. “Now, to begin, I suppose I should tell you that your father, Daniel, met my grandniece on a business trip. They had an affair, and she became pregnant. We of the Doñas de fuera have mixed our bloodlines with humans for thousands of years.”
“But what does that mean?”
“Ah, I see. Well, the Doñas de fuera literal translation is women of the outside.”
“Outside?” Tracey asked.
“Witches,” Phoenix replied. he had heard tales of mysterious women but thought they had been driven from this world by that mad machine that was the Inquisition.
“I see your mate knows our history. And true, Torquemada’s reign had almost destroyed us with the Inquisition, but we are a resistant breed. Not just Witch, linda. The Doñas de fuera have Fae blood,” Rosa enlightened them.
“I’m a fairy?” Tracey blurted, and gods, he could not have loved her more.
“Mmmm, sort of. Your mother was just a quarter, making you a little less, but my dear, we are people of the arts. Your love of sewing and your creativity are blessings. I came to live with you to ensure you were being nurtured and treated well, just in case you developed powers of your own. I did all I could without directly interfering.”
“Is that why you were always watching and waiting with cookies and tea? You were protecting me. Heck, you were always more mother to me than she ever was, Rosa.”
“I tried my best to stay out of the most of it. This is not a kind world, linda, but you are a shining light amongst all the gloom. Your powers will be coming in faster now that you have met your mate. His Wolf will call to that wild side of you. Embrace it, my love. You will be better for it, I swear. I am so grateful I was here to see you find your feet. Your mother would have been proud—”
“What happened to her?”
“She passed away the night you were born. I am so sorry. I have a picture for you though, here,” Rose said and removed a chain with a heart locket hanging from it from around her neck.
She handed it to Tracey, inside was the image of a woman with long blonde hair and the same green eyes staring back at her. On the other side of the image was a picture of a baby. It was Tracey.
“It is yours now,” Rosa said.
Tracey gasped and handed the chain and locket to Phoenix, who fastened it around her neck while she bravely tried to stop crying.
“I always felt so out of place here. Now I know why,” she whispered. “But I was so happy with you, Rosa.”
“I have loved every minute I got to spend on this plane with you, but I have to return home to our realm. Like many Fae, the Doñas de fuera have retreated from this plane. But should you ever need me, just think of me and I will get the message,” Rosa told her before hugging Tracey, then Phoenix.
“I am so proud of you, my Tracey. You and your mighty Dire Wolf mate will be blessed, I have foreseen it. He will be your champion now.”
“I will. I swear it. I would do anything for her, Rosa. You have my word,” Phoenix pledged.
“I know, Wolf. Like I said, I see you,” she told him.
“Tracey?” her father called her name from the laptop, and his mate turned to face him after Rosa winked out of their plane of existence.
“I am not ready to discuss this with you. Not yet, and maybe not ever.”
“I understand. All I can say is I am sorry,” her father replied.
“I’ve left an address for my things to be forwarded. Rosa put it all in boxes already and a delivery company will be by in a few days. Goodbye.”
Phoenix growled deep in his throat, closing the laptop before Tracey’s stepmother’s cruel words could reach his mate’s ears. She was other, true, but her magic seemed to be tied to her love of art, and her innate beauty.
He couldn’t wait to travel the path to finding out more about her supernatural nature at her side. His sweet Tracey. Beautiful mate. So full of surprises.
“You ready?” he asked.
“As I will ever be,” she told him, closing the door on her past, ready to live in the now.
They left soon after, and he heaved a sigh of relief as Tracey snuggled up behind him on the massive Harley. He felt her wonder and curiosity, smiling to himself because he knew she would be fine. They had each other now.
“I love you. You know that, right?”
“You better,” she returned and nipped his back with her blunt teeth.
“I do, mate. And I will prove it every damn day I get to live on this planet with you,” he growled, and she beamed at him.
“I love you, too.”
They sped off, eating up the miles, both their hearts beating in unison. Phoenix didn’t think anything in the world could top the high of riding his Screamin’ Eagle with his gorgeous mate clinging to his back.
It was pure fucking heaven.
“Wait a second, who is that?” her mother screeched.
“Tracey! What is that strange man doing in my house?” her father demanded.
“Mom, Dad, this is Phoenix. He is with me,” Tracey replied, and straightened her shoulders.
Phoenix moved to her side, offering her his strength and support lovingly and freely. He probably should have worn something other than worn denim and his leather cut, but they’d ridden up on his bike, and Phoenix believed in comfort above all. He'd even gotten her a pair of sexy as fuck jeans and a black leather vest fitted over a ripped up t-shirt with the Serious Moonlight logo on it.
“Mr. And Mrs. Donner,” he growled, unable to keep the hostility out of his voice.
“Oh my God! Tracey! What are you wearing? You ran off with a biker?! This is just more embarrassment!” His mate’s mother screeched.
“What does it matter if he rides a motorcycle, Mother? He makes me happy. I make him happy. And I didn’t come back with my tail between my legs, I came back to tell you I am leaving home for good. I am going to be with Phoenix, and we are going to see the world,” she told her parents, turning her head to flash him that thousand watt grin he loved.
His whole body responded to her happiness, vibrating with pride and need. He wanted to kiss her, hold her, tell her how brave she was to face these two horrible, uncaring people. It was obvious they were not the tender, doting parents she deserved, and the loss was theirs. Tracey was fucking wonderful. He would tell her that, too. As soon as they left this house, that felt colder than a cemetery to him and his beast.
“I forbid it,” Daniel Donner yelled, wagging his pasty finger on the screen.
“The hell you do,” Phoenix growled, the threat of someone forbidding his mate anything had the animal riled.
“You see how she really is? I told you, Daniel,” Tracey’s mother yelled, a look of poisonous triumph on her face.
“How can you ruin us this way?” her father asked.
“Dad, this is not about you. Try to understand.”
“After everything I did for you. I tried to raise her correctly, Daniel, but look at the girl. She could never be the daughter we deserved,” her waspish mother griped.
Phoenix could barely contain his growl. Tracey tried to reason, but her parents’ vicious insults and demands would not be silenced. At least, not until Rosa stepped in.
“Enough!” Rosa said in a loud, clear voice that emanated with power.
“You will both stop this right now. Years I have watched you fail to rise to the honor of being her parents.”
“Rosa, I don’t think—” Tracey’s father replied, but his sentence was cut off by Rosa’s sharp hiss.
Good for Rosa.
Phoenix growled, in full agreement with the slight woman.
“Tell her the truth now.”
Phoenix’s jaw dropped as the older woman’s façade faded away. No longer was she the Donner’s housekeeper. Rosa was something else. Something that smelled distinctly like sugar cookies and Tracey. Her age lines receded, gray hair turned black, and those muddy brown eyes lightened to a creamy jade—much like his mate’s.
“Rosa?” Tracey gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. Phoenix moved behind her, placing his large hands lightly on her shoulders.
“Oh linda, I am still your Rosa. Daniel and Daniella Donner, you were charged with raising this daughter of the Doñas de fuera until she could find her way. We had assumed you would treat her with love and dignity, but you have failed in this. Now, you owe her the truth,” she announced.
“Rosa? What are you talking about?” Tracey asked, a hiccup in her voice told him how emotional she was feeling.
“Finally!” Daniella Donner screeched again. “I am not your mother. I never was. Your father here cheated on me! And you, you were the fruit of his misguided affair. To think I had to take you into my home and raise you. My husband’s bastard! I never even wanted kids.”
“What are you saying?” Tracey asked. She gasped again as tears fell from her eyes, and Phoenix squeezed her to him tightly.
“Tracey, it is true,” Daniel said, and the insect cleared his throat. “I was young and foolish, and Thea was very beautiful—”
“Oh, please,” Daniella hissed.
“Shut up, Daniella. Thea was beautiful and Rosa is right, we did a lousy job raising my daughter. Tracey, I am sorry if we failed you,” the man said, and to Phoenix’s preternatural hearing, he truly sounded remorseful.
“Tracey, there are things you need to know,” Rosa said, turning to face his shivering mate.
“I can’t,” she said, shaking her head.
Phoenix wanted to pick her up and run out of there, but he knew something incredible was about to reveal itself. Tracey deserved to know her truth, and he would be right beside her to give support and anything else she might need.
“Hey, you got this, beautiful. I am staying right here with you, and I won’t let anything harm you, I promise,” he vowed.
“Okay. If you’re with me, I can do this,” she said, and her gaze flicked back to Rosa.
“You have found a good mate, Tracey,” Rosa said approvingly. “Now, to begin, I suppose I should tell you that your father, Daniel, met my grandniece on a business trip. They had an affair, and she became pregnant. We of the Doñas de fuera have mixed our bloodlines with humans for thousands of years.”
“But what does that mean?”
“Ah, I see. Well, the Doñas de fuera literal translation is women of the outside.”
“Outside?” Tracey asked.
“Witches,” Phoenix replied. he had heard tales of mysterious women but thought they had been driven from this world by that mad machine that was the Inquisition.
“I see your mate knows our history. And true, Torquemada’s reign had almost destroyed us with the Inquisition, but we are a resistant breed. Not just Witch, linda. The Doñas de fuera have Fae blood,” Rosa enlightened them.
“I’m a fairy?” Tracey blurted, and gods, he could not have loved her more.
“Mmmm, sort of. Your mother was just a quarter, making you a little less, but my dear, we are people of the arts. Your love of sewing and your creativity are blessings. I came to live with you to ensure you were being nurtured and treated well, just in case you developed powers of your own. I did all I could without directly interfering.”
“Is that why you were always watching and waiting with cookies and tea? You were protecting me. Heck, you were always more mother to me than she ever was, Rosa.”
“I tried my best to stay out of the most of it. This is not a kind world, linda, but you are a shining light amongst all the gloom. Your powers will be coming in faster now that you have met your mate. His Wolf will call to that wild side of you. Embrace it, my love. You will be better for it, I swear. I am so grateful I was here to see you find your feet. Your mother would have been proud—”
“What happened to her?”
“She passed away the night you were born. I am so sorry. I have a picture for you though, here,” Rose said and removed a chain with a heart locket hanging from it from around her neck.
She handed it to Tracey, inside was the image of a woman with long blonde hair and the same green eyes staring back at her. On the other side of the image was a picture of a baby. It was Tracey.
“It is yours now,” Rosa said.
Tracey gasped and handed the chain and locket to Phoenix, who fastened it around her neck while she bravely tried to stop crying.
“I always felt so out of place here. Now I know why,” she whispered. “But I was so happy with you, Rosa.”
“I have loved every minute I got to spend on this plane with you, but I have to return home to our realm. Like many Fae, the Doñas de fuera have retreated from this plane. But should you ever need me, just think of me and I will get the message,” Rosa told her before hugging Tracey, then Phoenix.
“I am so proud of you, my Tracey. You and your mighty Dire Wolf mate will be blessed, I have foreseen it. He will be your champion now.”
“I will. I swear it. I would do anything for her, Rosa. You have my word,” Phoenix pledged.
“I know, Wolf. Like I said, I see you,” she told him.
“Tracey?” her father called her name from the laptop, and his mate turned to face him after Rosa winked out of their plane of existence.
“I am not ready to discuss this with you. Not yet, and maybe not ever.”
“I understand. All I can say is I am sorry,” her father replied.
“I’ve left an address for my things to be forwarded. Rosa put it all in boxes already and a delivery company will be by in a few days. Goodbye.”
Phoenix growled deep in his throat, closing the laptop before Tracey’s stepmother’s cruel words could reach his mate’s ears. She was other, true, but her magic seemed to be tied to her love of art, and her innate beauty.
He couldn’t wait to travel the path to finding out more about her supernatural nature at her side. His sweet Tracey. Beautiful mate. So full of surprises.
“You ready?” he asked.
“As I will ever be,” she told him, closing the door on her past, ready to live in the now.
They left soon after, and he heaved a sigh of relief as Tracey snuggled up behind him on the massive Harley. He felt her wonder and curiosity, smiling to himself because he knew she would be fine. They had each other now.
“I love you. You know that, right?”
“You better,” she returned and nipped his back with her blunt teeth.
“I do, mate. And I will prove it every damn day I get to live on this planet with you,” he growled, and she beamed at him.
“I love you, too.”
They sped off, eating up the miles, both their hearts beating in unison. Phoenix didn’t think anything in the world could top the high of riding his Screamin’ Eagle with his gorgeous mate clinging to his back.
It was pure fucking heaven.
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