Silver-Tipped Justice(18)

To Tim’s relief, even though Kontra straightened in his seat, he didn’t pull away. The big shifter sucked in a breath, deeply, then let it out slowly through scarcely parted lips. “Wow,” he finally murmured. He squeezed Tim’s hand once and nodded. “I guess we need to find out why he doesn’t want you gaining your powers. You’re in another country, so it seems irrelevant.”

“I can answer that,” Luc said from the doorway, announcing his presence.

“That’d be good.” Kontra waved a hand, encouraging him to go on.

Luc sat down in a chair, placed his palms on his thighs and just sat for a moment. He rubbed his palms over the faded blue sweats he wore, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. Finally, he looked at Tim and said, “You know your mother, Melanie, wasn’t my true mate.” After Tim nodded, he continued. “I loved her very much, but Pierre wanted her for himself. Since, I’m bisexual and everyone in the flock knew it, Pierre tried to use that to sway Melanie to his side.”

He smiled, obviously buried deep in memories. “It didn’t work. She loved me, too.” His look turned sad. “In order for her to stay with the flock, she had to turn her powers over to Pierre. A witch’s powers normally pass from mother to daughter, but because she knew she was going to die upon birthing you, she cast a spell to pass her powers to you, instead.” Luc’s gaze focused on Tim. “That means, when you inherit your powers, Pierre loses any benefits he’s gained from them, including increased abilities.”

“Well, that explains from the doorway. “Breakfast is ready,” he announced, as if Luc hadn’t done anything more than pass on a fond memory.

strength and healing

a lot,” Payson quipped Maybe it was as simple as that, Tim decided as he allowed Kontra to urge him up from the couch and to the dining room. If his mate wasn’t going to get all bent out of shape about this, maybe he shouldn’t either.





Chapter Seven


Kontra’s mind reeled. Of course, it was hard to think with his dick pressed painfully against his fly. He fought every second to keep from grabbing his mate, laying him across the couch, and sinking his cock in deep. He grimaced as those imaginings sent a fresh wave of blood to his already engorged shaft.

Instead of doing what he wanted, namely grabbing Tim, bypassing the dining room, and dragging his sexy mate to the nearest bed, Kontra sat down at the table. He piled food on his plate, and ate with his pack mates.

“So what are we gonna do?” Sam asked. “Claim my mate,” Kontra stated, then turned to gaze at Tim, pinning him with a heated look. “If you’re amenable to that,” he purred, dropping his tone to a low growl. He turned in his chair, reached out, and cupped Tim’s jaw. “I’ve spent a long time looking for you, Tim,” Kontra stated, rubbing their noses together. “I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, to care for you, to love you,” he punctuated each claim with a soft kiss.

“Yeah, we could do that,” Tim murmured breathlessly.

An excited snarl rumbled through Kontra’s chest, and he leaped to his feet, pulling Tim along with him. “Payson, collect our things and check out of the motel. Adam, let everyone know where we are. We’ll be busy for a while,” he tossed out as he tugged Tim down the hall.

Laughter erupted from Payson, but Kontra ignored him, along with the amused, yet pleased, expressions on his pack mate’s faces. “Come on,” he urged Tim, his dick making rational thought difficult.

“Wait, Kontra?”

Luc’s tentative tone caught Kontra’s attention. Forcing his desire to the back of his mind, again, Kontra turned and lifted a brow in question.

The slender man shifted his weight and rubbed the back of his neck, obviously uneasy about whatever he wanted to say. When Luc spoke, it wasn’t what Kontra expected—namely, a father’s take-care-of-my-son-or-else said, “I’d like to your…pack, gang?”

Kontra’s brows works,” he started slowly, taking in the man’s request speech. Instead, he permission to join

shot up. “Whichever term clearly hopeful expression. “Why do you want to join?”

Luc’s gaze flickered to Tim, then returned to Kontra. “I lost a lot of years by blindly following Alpha Pierre’s insistence that he was searching for Tim but couldn’t find him. I want the opportunity to reconnect with my son, and seeing as you are obviously alpha of your gang, I’d like permission to join you.”

Cocking his head, Kontra quirked up a corner of his lip. “You know how to ride?”