Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 57: Chapter 57

Well, after she dropped that fucking bomb for the second time, Heliodore was at a loss for words.
There were no female Wyverns in the entire world. That was what they’d been told. Now here one walks in wearing a nutty looking silver catsuit and sporting pink fantasy hair.
What the fuck was going on here?
Conny was sitting up now, having come to, and Dad was giving Dor the stink eye. Oh well. The room seemed to explode with questions, which only lasted a second before Jasper opened the door to Caro’s room and told them all to shut up.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think,” Jasper grunted at Conny. “Daeja is okay with me. Now, shut up so Caro can rest! Thank you, Daeja, a thousand times, thank you,” he told the preening female, before returning to his mate.
“Alright, Dor, you got this so, we will see you all at home,” Larimar announced and took Kim’s hand.
Kim offered Daeja a shy smile before leaving with her mate. She’d been a real trooper, sticking with Caro for the past twelve hours. Kim was only now starting to wilt from exhaustion.
“Sons,” Dad said.
He had both his remaining sons’ attention with that one word. Dor turned his head slightly, giving the man the respect he deserved.
“Daeja, allow me to apologize for Zircon. I assure you, he is not usually this dumb⁠—”
“Is too,” Dor muttered, only to freeze when Arthur glared at him.
“As I was saying, thank you for your help tonight, Daeja. It is very interesting to meet you and I look forward to a lengthier chat,” Dad said, turning to pierce Heliodore with his stare, before aiming it at Zircon.
“Heliodore, take care of our guest. Zircon, make sure you use your brain before you do anything stupid. Jennifer, let me know if you need anything,” he called, waving farewell as he took his leave.
With that, the former general turned and left, following in the same direction as Larimar and Kim. Silence stretched between the four of them in the hallway as Jennifer turned her cell phone off. Nervous energy seemed to come off the female in waves, and Heliodore frowned.
“I take it we need to discuss some things,” she said and clasped her hands tightly in front of her.
“You think?” growled Zircon.
“Jennifer, what does she mean, she’s a Wyvern? We are the only ones. That is what you and your bosses have said throughout the entire course of our lives,” Heliodore told her in a deceptively calm voice.
Inside, he was a roiling, tempestuous storm of emotions. Betrayal. Lies. Secrecy. Was anything he knew true?
“You want to do this here? Fine,” snapped Jennifer.
“Jenn—” Zircon tried, but the female ignored him.
“We can do this right here. Want to know why you have been told you four were the only Wyverns in existence? Because until forty-eight hours ago, that was what we all knew. That was what I was told and believed to be true!”
She stomped her feet in an unusual display of temper. Zircon’s brows disappeared into his hair, and even Daeja was not looking directly at the female.
“So, yeah, guys. Guess what? You have been lied to. I have been lied to. EVERYONE has been lied to for who knows how freaking long!” The Owl Shifter shouted at the top of her lungs—and that was pretty fucking loud.
Dor had never thought about Jennifer as a threat, but the way she looked just then, he fully understood why many feared her kind. The woman was pissed as hell, and the enormous predatory fowl inside of her shone with anger in her glittering eyes.
“Wow,” Daeja said, breaking the awkward silence. “You are fearsome, Jennifer Dylluan. I think I like you even though you were not truthful with me. Maybe we will be fri-ends.”
“What?” Jennifer blinked slowly, anger dissipating until she giggled. Dor had to admit that was some gift the pink-haired beauty had. The ability to bring a smile from that woman was damn near unheard of.
“Daeja,” Jennifer replied, chagrined. “I apologize for the deception, but you see, I had to protect them. They are my unit, my responsibility.”
“Is that all we are?” growled Conny.
“I am your handler, Zircon. And you are part of the WPU. That makes this all my job.”
“A job? Well, I have a question for you, Miss Handler,” he murmured.
The tension between the two of them was tangible, but Heliodore was having a hard as fuck time wrapping his head around the facts.
For one thing, he had met his mate. The sweet-smelling, sexy as hell woman he’d been eye fucking for the past hour had only just tucked away her wings.
Her Wyvern wings.
That was the other thing. The one that took the cake. She was a female Wyvern. And she sure as fuck was not from around here.
“What is it?” Jennifer asked, and swallowed audibly.
“Two days. You’ve had her in your custody for two days.”
Zircon’s quiet voice held an edge Heliodore had never heard. It startled him into looking down at his younger bro, like really looking at him. Fuck. The dude was heartbroken.
“You knew about this for two days, Jenn? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I couldn’t⁠—”
“The job will always come first, won’t it? That’s it. I’m done.”
“Conny,” she pleaded.
Jennifer lifted her hand to halt his departure, but Zircon avoided it. It was as if the woman he’d been not-so-secretly pining after for years had the cooties or something.
Uh oh.
Still, interesting as that was, Heliodore’s attention was back on the silver-suited siren. Pink hair spilled down her back as she tipped her head to observe the square panels of the drop ceiling.
Short thing that she was, well, compared to him, Daeja had to jump to try to touch them. Sticking her tongue out in frustration while she attempted once more, he chuckled.
She was cute as fuck. Of course, she only doubled her efforts when that failed, and the resulting jiggly display was more than his taut nerves could handle.
Yowza.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, um, nothing,” she said, but her blush told him otherwise.
Cute. Cute. CUTE.
“Come with me,” Heliodore said.
He turned and walked away, and just like he’d hoped, she followed him.
Two points for the big, yellow-eyed guy.
“Where are we going, Heliodore Wessex?”
“Call me Dor, and we are getting out of here. Jennifer said you were my new assignment.”
“Assignment? What is that?”
“It means you are my next job.”
“A job? I do not know if I like this. What is it you do, Dor?”
“Our group is called the . We’re like bodyguards,” he explained.
“I see. You shall guard my body, then?” Daeja asked, her head turned slightly to the side like a curious kitten.
Guard her body? Fuck. Yes.
“Um, yeah. Bodyguard.”
“You are a warrior, then, yes?”
“Yeah. I suppose that is correct.”
“Good. Lead on, revolko.”
“There is a company safe house close by. We will go there where it’s safe until Jennifer reaches out. I imagine she and my brother have some unfinished business.”
“Affirmative. I will go with you, revolko,” she said, repeating the strange word.
Heliodore wondered what it meant. But he was too aware of her to form questions at the moment. She rattled him, this strange siren. Made him tremble and ache like a teenager.
Mine, his Wyvern stated, pressing the issue.
But Dor reined in his beast. First, he would have answers to his questions. After that, he would explore this certainty, this unmistakable knowledge his Wyvern felt down to his bones.
Daeja is mine.
The sound of Daeja’s stomach rumbling brought his head up. Eyes narrowed, he watched her cheeks deepen to a dark watermelon pink as she attempted to cover the sound.
“I apologize, my promised rations were withheld by the emer-gency.”
“I see,” he said gently. “Hungry?”
“Yes,” she said without pause.
Her pink eyes zeroed in on him with laser like efficiency.
“Would you know where the Fr-ench-f-ries are being held?”
“I believe I can locate them,” Dor replied, biting back his grin.
“Excellent, revolko. Lead on.”
Her accent was strange, both foreign and not. Truth be told, it was driving him nuts. Just like that pink hair and those hypnotic eyes.
She was all curves and sass and curiosity. Her interest in the ceiling tiles had him questioning her sanity. She was childlike one minute in her observations and unfamiliarity with day to day things, then fiercely knowledgeable the next.
But that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except one thing.
She is mine. Perfect and mine.