The Crown Hackura Prince and His Dragon Princess

An Opposition in Born Pt. 1

Kingsley is Twenty-Five

Kingsley was in her boyfriend’s place. I’d been in and out of places in the Midwest since I arrived in this realm with no memories. I liked Tennessee the best, but currently I was in Illinois. Thinking of Tennessee had my heart pinging. There were times where nothing felt more like home then that feeling would disappear.

I could admit I’d chased that feeling. There were times I’d feel it in other places, but the most common was Tennessee. I went back there a lot. I had my caves that I frequented there. I even left stuff in them knowing I’d come back.

I shook myself thinking of my current situation. Blair. We’d been dating a year and he kept pushing to be in my place. Except my place was a cave so I wasn’t taking him there. I did have money from that purse with my note. I had laminated it long ago so it didn’t get ruined. It was silly but it felt like my one tether to my family and I didn’t want to lose it.

My fingers trailed over the inside pocket of my jacket where I’d kept it. I took the note out and read it again.

Kingsley,

I know this may be scary to not remember your family, but you have other knowledge about you. I’ve never used this one before so sadly, you’ll have to tell me about how it affected you when you return.

You will remember your family one day. The sparm, gosh you don’t know what those are now. It’s a combination of spell and charm. That will make more sense when you remember everything about who I am and what I can do.

Anyway, your memories will begin to come back to you when you meet your mate. Your TRUE mate. Kayda cannot be fooled about who that is. You must have him for everything to fall into place for you. He is the key to everything for us. Your memories aren’t going to flood back to you since that would be overwhelming. They will come in phases, probably when you are asleep. I cannot be certain though since as I said I’ve never used this sparm before.

Just know wherever you are, you are so loved. We anxiously await your return once you have all your memories and your true mate. I know this doesn’t make sense but we have to protect you. You’re our chance, K.

More importantly, you are my friend. I couldn’t leave your life up to chance. I had to act because I love you. So did the others with me. We love you so much and did what we did to give you your best chance. We will meet again someday.

Sincerely,

Your Best Friend

Did my best friend put her damn name? Nope. Sometimes I felt guilty dating, but I was lonely. Kayda huffed, “Blair is tolerable.” He was a partial supernatural, but he knew about them. He had a lot of Angel blood, more than half but some human in him. He certainly wasn’t how the humans saw Angels. He was getting progressively angry about something. It was probably time to end this relationship and move on.

I cared for him, but he wasn’t my mate. It wasn’t as if either of us led the other on either. He knew the score here and so did I. All my past relationships knew the score with me. I was honest and upfront. I knew Blair could meet his wing at any time and the same went for me. Except I called them mate. As far I knew anyway. The name felt right to me and Kayda so it was what I had to go on.

I packed up the things I had and decided to make one last meal. I wasn’t the best cook, but if it had a box and instructions I could manage. I decided to make breakfast for dinner. I asked Kayda, “Are you ok with us leaving him? I know you like him.”

Kayda replied, “Like is a strong word, K. He doesn’t know what we are or our real name. He was much more tolerable to me until the last few months. He’s always snapping at us and making me want to roast him. We need to go before that happens. I have contemplated taking over a few times, but I’m learning towards eating him. I would prefer not to do that since he did ease the loneliness in us for a time.” I didn’t want her to roast him either.

Blair came in and grinned, “You make dinner, good. You’re finally getting it.” I asked, “Huh?” He answered, “A good woman has food on the table, Kali.” I’d told him that was my name. I’d found using K names was easier for me to respond to than anything else. My purse I came through with had some device that printed out licenses for this realm. I just had to program the name.

Kayda told me, “I take it all back. Let me roast him, he deserves it. Who cares that he helped us when we were lonely? He’s being horrible now and should be roasted..” I cleared my throat, “I actually wanted to talk.” He grinned, “Good. So did I.” I sighed in relief.

Maybe this would be a mutual break up. He said, “I think it’s time you tell me what you are. I’ve been patient, but to be clear I’m not taking no for an answer anymore. You’re my woman and I’m owed the knowledge.”

Kayda screeched, “OWED? Did he say owed? My ears better deceive me. He did not say that. That wretched pathetic filth of a person is going to be my dinner.” Yeah, I was with her there. I cleared my throat, “I’m confused. What happened to the man I met that said it didn’t matter? He just wanted my company even if I never told him what I was?” He waved, “He was not enlightened about the true pecking order in the supernatural world. I’ve met new people who have educated me.”

Kayda muttered, “Good. People for me to roast and eat.” Yeah, I was thinking she was right. His eyes narrowed, “You can tell me, or I’ll sell you off.” Kayda pleaded, “Just let me roast his ass.” I asked him, “Excuse me?”

He said, “A werewolf with a partial mate is tired of her so he’s going to kill her tonight and tell everyone rogues got her.” I asked, “What is her name?” He snorted, “Weird question but it’s Stella. Even her family thinks she’s useless. He’s tried to beat the wolf in her to surface, but she’s never revealed.”

I frowned, “I thought someone had a wolf or not.” He scoffed, “She’s just blocking her wolf side thinking she’s a useless human. He needs a replacement for her and if you don’t do what I want I’ll offer him to you. He’s got a heavy hand. The current mate has taken quite the beating so you should stick with me.” Umm, that was an odd thought process for someone with human blood.

Kayda snarled, “Who cares about that? He’s trying to sell us. US! As if he could. Whelp.”

I asked Blair, “So, your new friends condone domestic violence?” He said, “It’s to teach women their place as lesser to us superior supernaturals. It has to happen.” Kayda warned, “I’ll beat him and tell him it had to happen because he’s INSANE!.” Yeah, I could do that without her strength. I was stronger than anyone I’d met in this realm.

I told him, “Well, we had different things we wanted to discuss then.” He sighed, “Just this once, I’ll let you go over what you want to talk about. After that though, it’s my way or the highway.” Kayda scoffed, “Ok, he had a total lobotomy. I’m convinced.” I agreed with her. This was nothing like the sweet man I met.

I said, “Well, I was going to say I think it’s time we went our separate ways.” He stilled, “What?” I explained, “I’m not your Wing and…” He waved me off, “Is that what this is about? Baby, don’t worry about that.” Kayda screeched, “BABY?!” She hated that pet name for reasons I did not understand. Blair knew that though.

He told me, “I’ve worked it all out. You’ll always be my baby. If I meet my Wing you two will get along, like sister wives.” Kayda warned, “If we don’t leave, I’m going to kill him.” I faltered, “Did you say sister wives? Have we not met? Do I seem like the woman who stands in between a fated pair? I would never cause your Wing such pain.”

He got in my face, “Woman, you heard me loud and clear. I am the man of this house and I make the rules.” I scoffed, “Yeah, I’m leaving this house and you are no man. I hope you shake these friends of yours because they’ve turned you into a twisted awful person.” He screamed, “THEY UNDERSTAND ME!” I shrugged, “Good for them. I don’t. I pray you don’t meet your Wing because she WILL deserve better.”

He stormed to the door and I moved to grab my stuff. I heard the gunshot before it hit my shoulder blade and I went down behind the counter. Blair called, “Let that be a warning shot. If you’re still alive when I get back from helping Thorn Mount Pack with Stella then we will start your training. If you don’t pass out, clean up the floor. Be ready to tell me what you are when I return.” I heard the door slam.

I asked, “Kayda, why doesn’t that feel more like something that knocked us off balance?” I grabbed towels and tried to put them where I should be bleeding. I must be numb because I felt nothing. The towels came away with nothing. I stood and the bullet plunked to the ground all smashed up.

I blinked several times. I asked, “Kayda, are we bullet proof?” Kayda replied, “It seems so since we are not bleeding. Let me track him down and roast him.” I said, “I think we just need to go. If he finds out we don’t have a wound then he will be worse. He could give us away and we can’t have that.” She made a noise of anger.

I offered, “How about we trash the place? Then we need to book it and find Stella. We can’t let her get hurt. She’s a person just like we are and Werewolves, even full bloods, are not bulletproof like us.” Which was handy to know. I berated myself for my lapse in judgment. I shouldn't have turned my back on him. I was thinking of Blair from the beginning. Not whoever this prick was.

I never kept anything of importance here. I opened a drawer, smiling when I saw a lighter. Kayda told me, “That’s more like it.” I could make him think I was dead. That was better than him hunting me down. I saw his credentials for the mortuary. I grinned thinking I could also probably give him some trouble for people thinking he killed me. I quickly went out back. The mortuary was around the corner. I found an unclaimed body that could pass for me.

I told her, “You deserve better and I will make a beautiful burial place for you.” I took her back. I grabbed two of his hoodies to give me some bulk then I put a big jacket over me and pulled it over my hood. I turned the couch over, screaming. “Blair, please stop! AHHH! I’m SORRY!” Imitated his voice, “I HAVE TO TEACH YOU A LESSON!” I saw lights turning on around the neighborhood. I found his second gun and fired shots.

I opened the lighter and used my breath to blow it around to a burning inferno. Kayda took over adding her own fire to it. I took off head down, out the front of the house in plain view of everyone. What alibi could Blair even give? I was helping beat another woman to death? Yeah, best of luck with that. The human police would lose it.

I made my way to the borders for Thorn Mount Pack. I climbed a tree and began to jump. I could basically jump really high and glide. I longed to fly though even though I knew I couldn't in this realm. I heard a woman sobbing on one end. She told her friends, “My little girl is gone. I just don’t believe him. Her heart didn’t give out! She was fine this morning. You’ve seen those bruises!”

A woman put her arm around her, “What can we do?” The woman sobbed, “I don’t even have a body to bury. He claimed rogues ripped her apart. I didn’t even get a link about rogues two hours ago. Did you?” The other woman admitted, “No.” Two hours ago? Was I late? My heart hurt thinking I let Stella down. I didn’t think this all had happened so quickly.

Kayda offered, “We don’t actually know her.” I knew that, but a need to protect this woman hummed inside me. I kept hopping from tree to tree. Then I heard a noise and yelling further away from the border. I jumped trees until I came upon the scene. Stella was being brutally beaten by the man I assumed was her mate.

Someone said, “She’s as good as dead and we have a problem.” The man asked, “What problem? No one can question my word about her death.” Someone muttered, “Plenty of people question it.” The first guy said, “Not about this. A warrant was just issued for Blair. People heard shots fired and his place burned to the ground. Remains were found inside.”

Blair gasped, “Kali is dead?!” The guy nodded, “Yeah, and your neighbors claim they saw you fleeing the house.” He winced, “I was just…” He trailed off, “You guys said to teach her a lesson and get her on the right page!” Someone yelled, “You can’t go straight to burning her alive after shooting her!”

He argued, “I didn’t set the place on fire! I shot her in the shoulder! As a supernatural, she’d have been fine.” He actually started crying. He gasped, “I can’t believe she’s dead.” Stella’s mate said, “We need to get you on the run. You can’t go to jail.” He frowned, “But I didn’t set the fire.” Someone said, “But you did shoot her. Do you really think they are going to believe you didn’t kill her?” He didn’t sound like he believed it himself. None of them.

Kayda angrily spat out, “Some great new friends he has.” I replied, “We knew they weren’t great.” She conceded that point. Stella’s mate grabbed her by the chin. He said, “I, Lead Warrior Orsen Gary, reject you Stella Lampost as my mate.” She replied, “I, Stella Lampost, accept.” He jolted back and howled in pain. He kicked her, “HOW DARE YOU?”

Kayda wryly asked, “Was she supposed to beg him to love her? She looks ready to be rid of him. Let’s roast them all.” I replied, “That’s at least this pack’s Lead Warrior. That would be questioned and we are off the map right now. We can’t let people know a Dragon is here.” I didn’t know much, but we figured that out a few hours after getting here.

No supernatural we had met over the years knew what we were and we kept it that way. Orsen was dragged away and Blair went crying. Kayda scoffed, “He shot us and has the gall to act sad. He needs serious help.” I replied, “Yeah, he does. He’s going on the run though. He’ll easily hide from the humans with whatever group he’s hooked up with. Hopefully, it keeps his mate away.

Right before I was about to get down a truck came and a woman came down. She sighed, “If only you had made him happy.” I jumped down demanding to know, “What are you doing?” She startled, “Umm I…” She trailed off. I asked, “Was that an answer?” Stella pleaded, “Help me, please.” I assured her, “That’s the plan.”

The woman said, “You can’t! Look, they pull people in and you can’t do anything but what they say. You can’t just help her.” I ask, “Who does?” She answered, “There’s a group that’s really against women doing things on their own, and partials. Their rhetoric is that partials without powers, wolves, a demon that talks to them, and so on are just weak and need to be eradicated. They encourage violence.”

I asked, “And you work for them because?” She winced, “I’ve never actually met any of them. I just get sent for cleanup. I never see anyone. I get texts. She held up her phone.” I asked, “And your mate?” She wiped a tear away, “They killed her because they don’t like people who have same s*x relationships.”

I scoffed, “You work for the people who killed your mate?” She snapped, “Look miss holier than thou, not all of us get choices. I have no family. My mate was it for me. She was all I had in my life and they took her. I had nothing else to do.” Kayda groaned, “Let me eat her.” I replied, “We don’t plan to kill Stella.” She huffed, “I hate when you use logic.”

I told her, “You’ll get to roast her like we did that house.” I said, “Well, you’ll be happy to know, I have a different purpose for you.” She blinked, “You do?” I nodded, “Yup.” I was on her faster than she could move. She honestly looked happy when I broke her neck. Stella asked, “What are you doing?” I answered, “Ruining your ex-mate’s day and ridding the world of someone like her.” I took her phone because this could be quite handy.

I quickly mirrored the injuries on Stella on the dead woman. I took out the lighter I’d taken from Blair’s. I gently moved Stella to the truck this woman had come in. I said, “When I light her on fire, reject your pack.” She blinked, “I’ll go rogue.” I assured her, “I know a pack that owes me a favor. You’ll join them. Ok?” She sighed, “I guess I have no choice but to trust you.”

I walked back, opened the lighter and blew. Kayda came forward to add her fire too. I heard Stella say, “I, Stella Lampost, reject Thorn Mount Pack as my pack.” She gripped her chest. I floor the truck and took off. We were driving through to Indiana. To a pack that owed me after I saved the Alpha’s daughter. I scrolled through the phone. I typed out a reply:

Me: Issue with pickup. Demon arrived and the woman must have upset him. He set her on fire.

Handler: SERIOUSLY?! You messed this up and now the pack will know she died later than we said! YOU i***t! Wait for the next pick up. DO NOT MESS IT UP!

I actually laughed because this woman saved the name as Handler. Kayda said, “The handler also needs to be roasted into next week. The pack would’ve known she died later, or the Alpha would’ve. He’d have felt her link snap.” I reasoned, “The Alpha could be away from the pack today. He’ll come back and hear the story and know his Lead Warrior is full of crap. Or he’s a shitty Alpha who hates partials and doesn’t care. I don’t suppose we will find out.”

Kayda said, “The mother seemed upset that the daughter was dead.” I knew it was judgmental but I replied, “The mother thought her daughter was being abused and did nothing to help her. I’d like to think my mom wouldn't do that.” I didn’t actually know but my note implied she loved me. Or I chose to believe that. I really didn’t know anymore.

I made a quick stop at my cave pulling out the purse I came through with and all my things. I ran back to the car where Stella was still out. Poor thing. At least she had supernatural blood. I drove on back roads avoiding anywhere with cameras. When I had to go on the highway, I put a blanket over Stella.

I reached the Falls pack’s border. I knew I should wait for their patrol, but Stella needed a doctor. I went through to the hospital and got out. Warriors were waiting. I recognized the Beta. He stalled, “Kassidy?” I took Stella out of the passenger side. I told him, “I’ve got a werewolf in distress.”

He winced, “She’s a recent rogue.” I said, “Her ex-mate tried to beat her to death and rejected her. She accepted and in order to get her out I had her cut ties to her pack. I’m calling in the favor you all owe me to accept her into the pack.”

He blinked, “We owe you and you want to use it for her?” I answered, “Yes. No one deserves the abuse her pack let her suffer. All because her ex-mate has some ideas about women belonging in the kitchen, silent, and pregnant, popping out his children. He was trying to beat her wolf out of her.” He frowned, “She doesn’t have a wolf.”

I sighed, “Yes, that’s his problem. I guess I phrased that wrong. He wanted to beat her enough that her wolf surfaced.” The Beta faltered, “But that’s not possible. You either have one or not.” I replied, “I don’t disagree with you, but apparently some psychos do. They think she’s dead. No one is going to come look for her. Give her a false name, I really don’t care, just help her.” He asked, “You Saint Rita or something?” I asked, “Who?” He answered, “The patroness of heartbroken women, for sterility, abuse victims, loneliness, marriage difficulties, widows, and so on.”

I replied, “No, I ran into my own issue with the same group. I guess they recruited my now ex-boyfriend to their cause. We had an exchange where I heard about her.” A gurney came out and they were instantly helping her.

He asked, “Do we need to examine you too? Are you hurt? The Alpha will have my head and he’s on the way.” I assured him, “I held my own and faked that I was hurt worse than I was. When he left, I did too.” He put a hand on my shoulder, “You're a good person, Kassidy.” I shrugged, “Some days.”