Siofra's Fight: Book 4 The Broadus Supernatural Society Series

By Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

Her nerves and emotions have gotten the best of telepathic Siofra, forcing her to stay away from her Montana home where her husband and sons are waiting for her. When the Master Vampire of Las Vegas makes it known that he wants her for his own, her new found mate, Abe, and some new fang-bearing friends have to take her home. Conall loves her no matter what and with Dyson, they will see her through anything. When their family comes under direct danger from the Master Vampire, can Siofra embrace her magic to put an end to the psychopathic blood sucker? Magical beings gather in Book 4 with a special preview for Book 5.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Theresa Marguerite Hewitt
• Release date: Mar 31, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301775019

Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

I grew up in a very small town in Central New York, and i mean so small if you blinked you missed it. I learned to love everything small town and I miss it everyday I'm away. I recieved my Bachelors Degree in Paralegal Studies in 2009, but have been resigned to working retail. There I met my best friend who re-ignited my passion for all things paranormal. Putting pieces together from stories I had written in childhood, I came up with my first short book, Siofra's Song. From there I've gone wild with Siofra's world and expanded into contemporary romance. My Wakefield Romance series centers around a small town in Virginia and women who fall in love with Navy SEALs and the struggles they go through to be together. In the near future I will also be expanding into historical romance with my Viking Dreams Series. I hope you like them and follow me on Twitter and join my Facebook page!

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SIOFRA’S FIGHT

BOOK 4

THE BROADUS SUPERNATURAL SOCIETY SERIES

BY:

THERESA MARGUERITE HEWITT

Published by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt at Smashwords

Copyright ©2013 Theresa Marguerite Hewitt

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This book contains mature content and is not recommended for anyone under the age of 18.

This book was edited and proof-read by my ever-helpful friend Samantha Baker. I couldn’t do this without you! You’re the best!

To My Readers:

I can not say thank you enough! You guys are great! The support and feedback I receive makes all the long nights, strained eyes and money I’ve invested in notebooks worth it.

I hope you all enjoy the Fourth installment of Siofra’s journey and stick with me to see what other tricks I have up my sleeves.

Stay weird!

~TMH~

CHAPTER ONE:

September 15, 2016

It was raining, again, as Abe stuck his head out the emergency door in Dorthea's office. It was before midnight and for a Thursday night, Lucian's Place Nightclub was packed to the brim with eager supernaturals. He had been checking IDs and taking cover charge money non-stop since they opened their doors at 9:30, only about an hour and a half ago.

The normal briny, stale, moldy stench of the back alley struck his nose as he peered around into the floodlight lit corridor facing Bourbon Street. He was waiting for Siofra. She had told Dorthea she would help out tonight since their head waitress had been in a car accident. Siofra, who was his mate, had been hiding out in his apartment since she appeared injured in the rain late one July night, begging for Dorthea's help. It was hard to have her around and not be able to touch her the way he wanted, but she told Abe she wanted to wait till they went back to Broadus, Montana when she was ready and he was just happy to have her near.

His tiger chuffed and purred at the thought of Siofra and her sky blue eyes, her shoulder length brown hair, and her curvy, short build that sent lighting throughout his limbs. Abe ducked back into the shelter of Dorthea's office, meeting the older woman's smiling face. She'll be here cherie, Dorthea pats Abe on the shoulder, taking a seat behind her desk.

I know, I'm just worried bout her walking in the rain, Abe tapped his cowboy boot on the carpeted floor, running his fingers through his shoulder length, silver streaked dirty blond hair, bringing it back and wrapping a rubber band around it at the nape of his neck. He was only 35, but stress and genetics had given him silver hairs at the age of 25 and he didn't have any reason to cover them up. Even his scruffy facial hair was silver streaked, in stripes like his animal, making most people think he was at least 45.

Dorthea sat back in her office chair, stirring her computer mouse to bring her sleeping computer back to life. She was worried about Siofra, but not because of the rain, and she wasn't going to let Abe know that. The kind hearted young woman had a tortured soul and she had come to New Orleans for help. Emotional help. The night she had showed up at the same door where Abe was waiting for her now replayed in Dorthea's mind.

Siofra was bleeding from a self-inflicted stab wound to her stomach, soaked from the rain, and stinking of evil. Piecing faint drug induced answers together, Dorthea found out that Siofra had sacrificed a life that was growing inside of her to put an end to a large evil. Even though the girl knew that the life growing inside of her was the bringer of hell to Earth, she was still attached to it. Any mother could relate and Dorthea had held Siofra for hours on end as she sobbed wildly, her heart ripped into millions of pieces.

Dorthea sighed slightly, Abe giving her a raised eyebrow, knowing the woman who had taken care of him like a mother was thinking about something relating to Siofra. She gave the lonely tiger a slight grin, looking him up and down noticing that he was dressed extra sexy tonight, probably to look good for his new found mate.

He had a tight plain white t-shirt slightly showing underneath a short sleeve, black button down with silver stripes that was tucked into the waist of his just-tight-enough dark blue denim jeans. His United States Air Force belt buckle was prominently displayed at the front of his waist, Abe having served eleven years as a fighter pilot, and his normal black cowboy boots peeked out from the hem of his jeans, showing off his Texas roots.

Dorthea shook her head, not knowing how Siofra had kept her hands off of this man for the last month, but then again she did already have a husband AND second mate waiting for her back in Montana. The Cajun woman could see why she had told Abe she wanted to wait until he met Conall and Dyson, so there wouldn't be any animosity between the men.

What you thinkin bout D? Abe gave the woman a sly smile, plopping himself down on the leather couch in the middle of the large room. He had been around the Cajun werewolf long enough to know when she was thinking about something that involved him. He had worked for her for five years, coming to New Orleans with a friend as soon as they had retired from the Air Force. That friend, Porkchop, was working the door in Abe's leave, this being one of his two nights a week he showed his face in civilization. The man was a were-boar, commonly referred to as a razorback, and Porkchop liked to spend his days at his cabin out on the bayou by himself.

Abraham Turner had enlisted in the Air Force at the age of 19, right after graduating high school, because he needed to get away from home. Home use to be Redwater, Texas, until he was shunned and pretty much disowned by his parents after a car accident. The accident, where Abe had been driving, had killed his little sister Ellen, who was only twelve years old. The accident hadn't been his fault, but his parents had blamed him, throwing his things out on the front lawn of their home after his sister’s funeral. He hasn't been back since, he didn't even know if his parents were still alive, but he didn't let their choice to shun him ruin his life. He had seen the world while enlisted in the Air Force; Italy, Iraq, Saudi Arabia, Japan, Australia, Russia, Afghanistan, Hawaii and hundreds of places in between. He had flown F-15's, F-22's, B-2 Spirits and finally B-52 bomber planes for the last three years of his service.

Oh, chew knaw me cherie, I jus tinkin bout chew an Fry, she gave him a large smile, waving her hand around nonchalantly, an how chew gonna fit in with ta wolves. More like how she thought Conall was going to take the news of his wife having yet another fated mate, but again, Dorthea wasn't going to let her fears seep into Abe.

Yeah, Abe sighed, leaning his head back against the cool leather of the couch, I think about that a lot too. Every second of every day, but he didn’t say that out loud. Since Siofra’s arrival, Abe’s normally quiet, lonely life had become a noisy jumble of tears and laughs, trying to make it easy for his mate to heal her broken soul.

After spending weeks under twenty four hour supervision from Dorthea, Siofra was shuffled into Abe’s single bedroom apartment, the quiet area being better for her than the bustling household of the Petit’s. The first night she spent there, Abe had fallen asleep on his pull out sofa only to be woken up by her sobs, the cracking sounds breaking his heart. He had crawled into bed with her, holding Siofra tight to his chest, letting her cry herself back into a fitful sleep. They had been almost inseparable since.

Abe had found a missing piece to his soul in Siofra, bringing her to Porkchop’s cabin and out on the bayou. Every day she seemed to get a little better, that dark cloud around her heart lifting little by little. Her nighttime sobs had subsided only a week ago, the two of them sleeping through the night and waking up side by side in the sunshine. She had told Abe that she could feel their bond, but he respected that she wanted him to meet her husband and other mate first, knowing she was very hesitant about the whole multiple mate idea.

A slight knock on the office door and it opened to let Paulette Keller, one of the waitresses in the club, clip-clop into the office on her chucky heels. She was a typical gothic chic, black hair, makeup and nails. A studded dog collar graced her neck and she gave Abe a slight smile, crossing the room to the front of Dorthea’s desk. Is that new girl here yet cuz there are these VIP’s asking for her by name.

Who, cherie? Paulette had Dorthea and Abe’s full attention, because as far as them, Samuella and the club workers, no one knew that Siofra was in New Orleans.

A couple of Vamps up in the Velvet room, Paulette snapped her gum and twirled her ponytail between her fingers, tapping her foot on the burgundy carpet. They look like they stepped off a Viking ship. Tall, blond, sexy as hell. Makes me think of Eric in True Blood, Abe saw the girl’s eyes flutter at the mention of the still uber popular television show.

Abe saw Dorthea tap her fingers on her chin, the woman trying to think if she knew these blond vampires. The vampires in New Orleans had been informed by their Master, Crawford Boutin, to keep their mouths shut if someone was to ask them about Siofra. The Master of New Orleans was very good friends with Dorthea and some of his ‘children’ were liaisons between the Pack and the ‘Family’, the name that vampires called their tight knit groups.

The emergency door swings open, leaving the chair that was propping it open to crash out into the alley, Abe jumping to his feet to meet a raincoat clad Siofra at the door. Her sky blue eyes are slightly hidden under her bright yellow hood, but she brushes her side-swept bangs out of the way along with her hood, peering up at Abe’s hazel stare. His wide smile warms her heart as he takes her hand, leading her into the dry office and sending a shot of white hot desire through her body.

Cherieie!, Siofra smiles at the usual greeting from the silver haired Cajun woman, Dorthea taking her in a tight hug. She squeezed the older woman tight, taking in her comforting spicy scent. She owed Dorthea her life and her sanity. The woman had taken her in, lied to her friends and family per Siofra’s request, and worked hard to heal her broken heart and soul.

Siofra could feel Abe’s strong hands tug at the shoulders of her raincoat and she shrugged it off. His fingers brushed lightly on her bare arms, sending a shiver up her spine. Tomorrow was the full moon and she would have to stay away from Abe the entire day, knowing that she probably wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off of him if she had the chance. The man had helped her put her heart back together, soothing her tears and being there when she needed him.

She couldn’t help but think about Conall and her sons, seeing Abe smile at her. She missed them so much. Sometimes she thought she could hear the boys’ laughter echoing off of the alleys on Bourbon Street as she walked it alone, clearing her head. She had told Abe that she wanted to go back home soon, and that he was welcome to come with her if he could get all of his things settled and find someone to fill his job. He had eagerly agreed.

Geez, girl Paulette snapped her gum at Siofra, eyeing her up and down, you make our uniform look good. The gothic girl gave Siofra a wink as she clicked her way out of the office. Siofra had tried to get Dorthea to let her wear something other than the typical Lucian’s Place uniform, but she had insisted.

The short black shorts made her feel as if she had a continuous wedgie, the sheer black tights underneath not making it any better. The red corset style top came up with lace straps, covered by a small black short sleeve bolero, pushing her breasts up and together, giving the illusion that she actually had some to mention. She had on patent leather, three inch pumps, lent to her by another waitress. The outfit made her feel a bit self-conscious, but she wore it out of respect for Dorthea as a business woman.

You do look good, Fry, Abe’s deep, soothing voice wrapped around Siofra, filling her with even more desire. She felt like screaming at the moon and it’s damn pull on her emotions, but she just smiled through her blush, stepping up on her tiptoes even in heels to give Abe a kiss on the cheek.

Alright you two, Dorthea put her arms around them, ushering them to the front door of her office, Abe get your butt out there. She pushed him out into the loud, packed club and he gave a smirk and a wink to Siofra as he disappeared into the crowd. She felt a little frightened facing this crowd without him, but she knew he’d be there in a split second if she called for him. They had spent days playing back and forth with her telepathic powers and Abe loved that they could talk even when they were miles away.

Taking in a deep breath, Siofra stared out into the jammed hallway leading to the top dance floor. There were people everywhere, dancing, drinking, making out, groping each other. With a small laugh she turns to Dorthea, leaning into another hug from the woman. Where do I start Madame?

Ah, my Fry, Dorthea sighed, patting her on the shoulder, just go to the bar, Alice will tell you your rooms and tables. Siofra smiled at her, turning to head down the hall. Oh and be sure to make the vamps in the Velvet room tip you good hun, she heard the Cajun woman mutter as she departed.

Running her hands down her stocking clad thighs, Siofra takes in a shaky, deep breath. Here we go, she sent out to Abe, with a small smile as she descended the large staircase.

Ha-ha, yup. Here we go girl, she heard Abe’s deep voice laugh in her head.

In the Velvet room, an evil, wide, fang bearing smile crept across Kalevi Aalto’s pale face. He could smell the mutt Were as soon as she entered the club. Now he would just sit back and enjoy the human woman who so willingly offered her neck to him, while he waited for the mutt to come to him.

Because he knew she would.

They always did.

CHAPTER TWO:

The lower floor of Lucian's Place was packed, shoulder to shoulder, with supernatural beings of all makes and models. Siofra weaved through the gyrating bodies and packed tables as she made her way to the end of the enormous horseshoe shaped bar. She felt more than one pair of hands brush along her butt and pinch a little, but she chose to ignore it, keeping her eyes on her destination and Alice Petit behind the bar.

She let out a heavy sigh as she lifted up the counter and stepped behind the bar, smiling at Alice. Here I am, she shrugged accepting a one arm hug from the thirty something Alpha she-wolf. She was the same height as Siofra, about 5'1-2, with a shapely figure, thick hips and thighs. Her finely tailored skirt suit only accented her curves and ample chest. Her dark brown hair was up in a high ponytail, showing off the platinum blonde underside. Alice was a strict, but fair and fun Alpha. Her dark brown eyes smiled at Siofra.

Well am I glad to see you, cherie, she kissed her on the cheek and grabbed a clipboard from beside the register. You're in the Velvet room, Siofra followed Alice's nod to a spiral staircase off to the left of the bar, and the tables on the balcony on the other side of it. Just make sure they have everything they need, but, and Alice raised her eyebrows at Siofra, handing her a small stack of menus and a notepad. Do NOT let the VIPs walk all over you. You have trouble, come get me.

Taking the offered menus and notepad, Siofra nods, You betcha, she gave Alice a mock salute and headed back out in front of the bar. She passed a wink to a group of young male wolves sitting at a small table as she passed and they let out a series of whistles and yips, but Siofra just shakes her head as she hits the first few steps of the spiral staircase. A weird, heavy feeling grew within Siofra as she got closer to the top of the stairs, but she just shakes it off.

The Velvet room was a 1,500 square foot space dotted with leather couches, chairs, small tables, a mini bar and a huge, sixty five inch flat screen television. Siofra pushed through a set of large, heavy red velvet curtains strung from the ceiling to face a room of six people. She smiled sweetly at the faces, but only the human women smiled back. They were four, skinny, drunk and scantily dressed women, strewn across the furniture as she walked past them to place the menus on a small table in the middle of the room.

Ahh, our waitress is finally here, a smooth, icy voice slithered over the muted music from the dance floor below. The almost seven foot tall figure of Kalevi Aalto rose up off of the couch behind her as Siofra turned to face him. She slowly traced his figure, his tight black jeans, black and red striped dress shirt, left open at the top to reveal a peek at his chiseled chest, and finally his statue perfect face. His blue eyes were bright, almost glowing in the pale light and his platinum blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail at the back of his neck. He flashed Siofra a slight smile, giving her a peek at his fangs, sending an involuntary shiver through her limbs.

Ca…can I get you anything, she stammers out, taking a small step back from the looming vampire, putting the small coffee table between her and his advancing body. She could feel the power rolling off of him and it made her stomach turn. She cast her eyes around the room, spotting the other vampire behind the small bar with an evil grin across her lips. She was a perfect match to the man before Siofra, only with slightly softer features. Her blonde hair was braided down to her waist, her long red fingernails tapping away at the marble bar top.

Why, yes, the man whispered out, still taking slow steps at the retreating Siofra. Her back hit up against the door leading to the balcony tables and she was trapped. The large Viking of a vampire hovered over her, his breath washing over her and she could tell that he had been drinking real blood, the coppery smell filling her nose. Three bottles of the high end type O and some champagne for our, Kalevi jerked his head in the direction of the inebriated human women, guests. The last word is almost a hiss and it makes Siofra’s skin crawl.

His cold, large fingers come up to caress her cheek and she can see him smile, tilting his head at her quizzically. His touch sent waves of cold through her limbs and she had to clamp her jaw tight to keep her teeth from chattering. A low laugh fills the silence in the room as the vampire backs away from her slowly, brushing his fingertips along her bare forearm. Siofra takes a shallow breath, looking the icy man in the eyes, straightening her shoulders and gripping the door handle behind her.

I’ll be right back with those, she smiled sweetly, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her. She shook the bad feeling off as she tended to the four other tables on the balcony, taking drink and food orders and descending a small spiral staircase at the far end of the balcony that was for waitresses only. Shuffling her way through drunk, fumbling and dancing people, she slides behind the bar. Being behind the bar was like riding a bike, they all operated pretty much the same way.

She mixed drinks, un-capped beers and filled pitchers with expertise, filling a large tray to carry back up the stairs. She served the balcony tables first, leaving the large tray just outside the door to the Velvet room. Taking the three bottles of synthetic ‘O’ blood and the two bottles of champagne within her grasp, she took in a deep breath, pulling the door open.

The blonde male vampire was sitting there, facing the door when Siofra entered, giving her a wide smile as he pushed one of the drunk women off of his lap. She crossed the room swiftly, placing the bottles on the marble bar top. Behind the bar she grabbed glasses, ice from the small ice maker and a bowl of strawberries from the fridge. Siofra turned back to come face to face with the smiling man. Would you like me to pour you a glass? she said calmly, trying not to let on that he had startled her.

Please, he grinned taking a rocks glass with ice in it and handing it to her, you never said what your name was? His ice blue eyes were searching her as she uncorked the bottle of O, pouring it over the ice.

Sandy, she rolled off the first name that came to