The Delta's Daughter Chapter 234

HUNJI/KIAN

“Kellen,” I say when he has answered the phone.

“Hunji? Is everything all right?” I hear the rustling of sheets; I forgot it must be nighttime there.

“Yes and no,” I say honestly.

I can hear the confusion and worry in his voice when he says “Why didn’t you mind-link me? What’s going on?”

“You forget I am not like you or Lamia,”

“Yeah, but you are a knight you can…”

“It’s too exhausting at this distance. I can’t take the risk. Listen, I need a favor. Things here are… well let’s just say my past is catching up with me and there is a rabid dog chasing the little witch, Finn’s sister. I can handle the dog, but I can’t take on his army.”

“What do you need me to do?” He asks without missing a beat. “Whatever you need Hunji.” I could call the young King family just as much as I could Queen Lamia. And, I knew he and the other knights had my back, no matter what. But I was never good at asking for help, even when I was a young prince myself. A past I have never disclosed to the Queen or the other Knights, despite calling them, family.

“I need you to call Alpha Jasper; I am hoping it won’t come to it, but just in case I may need an army of my own.”

“Who are we taking on?” He asks with a growl not liking the idea that I am out here and need backup. Not something I have ever needed or asked before. I never ask for help. So, I assume this is all strange to him.

“King Parviz Tikaani, King of Asiarian – Kingdom of Eririat. Alpha Jasper will know who he is.”

“I’ve heard of him,” He growls. King Kellen was abducted not too long ago and only just returned home with his mate whom he found while being held as a slave on this side of the realm in a kingdom called Bhakhil. Alpha Jasper and he became good friends and when myself, his Royal Beta Mike, and King Mathias’ second in command, Tobias, finally reached King Kellen – We helped Alpha Jasper take over from the former tyrant Alpha.

But that’s Kellen’s story to tell. Right now, I needed to put in place some backup. Just in case I find myself fighting my brother’s army.

“If he can send the remainder of our troops and any men he can spare, towards a small Clan of bear shifters in Trizar, their Alpha Zayd will make accommodations for them. I will let the Alpha know to expect them. From there they will be waiting on word from me.”

“Will do, and what is your plan right now?” I hear him scribbling on paper at the other end of the phone, writing down my instructions.

“I am taking the witch to Mint; she had a vision that she is meant to go there. Maybe get word to her brother?” I don’t know if letting Finn know about his sister being in some sort of trouble is good a thing or not, but I needed to put all my cards on the table. “Oh, and Kellen, can we please keep Lamia out of this for now?”

He chuckles “Yeah, not a problem unless she asks, then you know I can’t lie to her.” It’s true, they were close, and she would be able to smell a lie a mile away, or further, from him. That’s if she didn’t sense there was something afoot beforehand. “We have never pressed you about your past or where you came from Hunji, but I hope you have everything under control. Lamia would be distraught if anything happened to you. You know that right?”

I knew this, I didn’t fully understand why, but I knew my Queen looked at me as family. I also knew she would burn down kingdoms to bring me home. “Yeah, I know.” I sighed to Kellen over the phone. “There is a good chance I may not come home. I don’t expect to come out of this in one piece and that’s the best-case scenario.”

“You better.” He growls and I can hear the worry in his voice “And when you do come home, I expect you to give us a full report, because I know King Mathias will insist on it.”

“Morgan, the witch will be safe. I promise. Your troops will be able to escort her back to the Royal pack or to the Kodiak Kingdom if needed.” If anything, I would make sure Morgan was safe and out of harm’s way if it was the last thing I did.

“Hunji…” He growls again “I don’t care about the witch, I care about you coming home where you belong – with us, with Lamia.”

We end the call a few minutes later. And I make my way back to my room. Morgan is still asleep, her naked body sprawled across the bed, reminding me of how she felt beneath my hands – under me. The contrast of my dark skin against her milky thighs as I rocked into her, and my body begins to come alive with the thought of doing it again.

I push the thoughts to the side and gently kneel beside the bed, my hand stroking through her pale hair. “Morgan, baby,” She stirs at my touch and moans at the sound of my voice. “Baby, it’s time to wake up,” I say softly, coaxing her eyes open.

“Why?” She blinks her eyes open revealing those heart-melting violet eyes, that darken when she focuses, and they land on me. “Just a few more minutes?” She warily asks, but we have to get a move on if want to reach Mint before Farid and his army of warriors arrive here.

“I would love nothing more than to let you sleep and join you, but it’s time to get up and get moving.” I give her one of my rare smiles. I never smile, only for her. Looking at her makes me want to smile all the damn time. She just has that effect on me.

“Fine,” She lazily stretches “But I’m warning you – and Ruda – I feel really, really, sore between my legs I’m not sure how long I can ride him for today.” She blushes when she realizes what she said and how it sounds. The pink flush crept up her chest and neck, finally coloring her cheeks. She chews on her bottom lip, and I stoop forward, using my thumb I release her lip from her teeth before giving her a chaste kiss on those still-swollen petal lips.

Her sunburn had healed, and it gives her skin a healthier look, coupled with the night’s extra circular activities she glows. “Go shower and meet me downstairs. We will eat breakfast and pack some food. Besides, I have a surprise for you,” I smirk at her, wondering how happy she will be to know she is not going to have to ride Ruda or walk to the mountains of Mint.

Morgan throws the covers back, her naked ass climbing out of the bed, and I just want to bite that lily-white ass. “You look different,” She cocks her head to the side, her eyes observing me. Then she smiles “Do I look different?” She asks chewing on her lip again. “You know because we… had sex?” She giggles and it’s the dam cutest thing I have ever seen.

“Maybe,” I reply swatting her butt as she passes me for the bathroom. Jumping at the action. “Hurry up, I want us to get a move on.”

“Yes, wolfman,” she says breathily throwing a wink at me before disappearing behind the bathroom door. When I hear her turn the shower on, I head over to her room and grab anything she has left behind in there, then go back to my room where she is still washing up, and pack the rest of our stuff.

I head back downstairs to meet up with Zayd and wait for Morgan.

“Take care of her, Hunji.” Handing me the keys to his car Zayd says with a stern tone. “She is special.”

“She is, and you know I will keep her safe.” I had already discussed King Kellen’s troops arriving here from Bhakhil and the young Alpha had said he would not only provide a place to stay for them, but he would also – if the occasion arose - provide a unit of his own warriors, including himself and he would speak with a few other Clan Alpha’s he knows who have beef with King Panja. The more the merrier I thought.

“Keep who safe?” Morgan chimes in, entering the dining room where Alpha Zayd and I are sitting, and food has just been put on the table. She takes a seat next to me, her scent engulfing me – making my wolf preen.

“You.” Zayd answers, “I was just telling Hunji that if he didn’t take care of you, I would have to kick his ass.” He winks at her and smirks at me.

“Maybe next time I pass through we can have that sparing match and see who kicks who’s ass.” I joke back.

“Just don’t let it be another eleven years, old man,” I growl playfully at him but cast a quick side glance to Morgan, well aware of our age difference, and wonder if it bothers her.

“Exactly how old are you?” she asks me.

“Not as old as he is making out.” I nervously laugh. “Thirty-two,” I answer her.

“Alpha Zayd! How can you call him old? You are what? the same age as me? That’s only a 9-year difference. Eight as I turn 24 next week” She smiles, her hand reaching under the table to squeeze my knee – sending jolts of electricity up to my groin. The feeling is nothing like what a mate bond provides, but nonetheless, the sensation is strong and welcoming.

“Come on,” I say after we have eaten, “Time to get on the road.” We walk out the front of the Clan Mansion saying goodbye to Zayd and even Zeenat is there to see us off.

The car is already waiting out front for us, a model I am familiar with as King Kellen issues the Jeeps for his Elite warriors to use. They are versatile and can go off-road, handling most terrains with ease.

“No way!” Morgan smacks my arm, her voice gaining an octave or two when she sees we will be traveling by car and she wasn’t riding on Ruda’s back. “Are we seriously taking an automotive?”

“I told you I had a surprise for you,” I smirk, knowing how excited this makes her. It doesn’t take a genius or a shifter to sense her eagerness. It’s painted across her beautiful face. I laugh and say one more goodbye to the two grown children, I once upon time rescued all those years ago.

Morgan squeals, fisting her hands and shifting on her feet. “Okay, I’m ready to go now!” In this moment I am blown away by her innocence and beauty and all I want to do is lock her away in a room with me forever and enjoy her.

But then the reality of the situation drops on me like a hammer to the head – it sets in. When we reach Mint, I will have to let her go. I have no idea what will happen to my wolf but as much as I want her to be, she is not mine and never will be. After Zayd told me about Rostam, I knew I had to go back and face Farid and Abbas – I have to help Rostam. If I can.

“One more thing Hunji,” Zayd stops me. “It was my second in command who alerted Farid, he will be dealt with, and I can assure you no other information will come out of our Clan.” His brows furrow with annoyance as he tells me this obviously feeling the betrayal from a trusted Clan member. 

“I believe you, thank you.”

*****

We have been on the road for over nearly four hours. Taking a small worn road and then pulling off to navigate the dry flat land that will take us straight to the outskirts of Mint.

The ride is silent, as there are no radio stations out here. The silence gives me time to think about Rostam and my sister, Sonia. I can tell I must have a sour look on my face, the truth that this is our last time together – Mine and Morgan’s. It weighs heavily on me, and I have been dwelling on it since we left Trizar.

And no matter how much I tell myself to shake it off. I can’t. I don’t want Morgan to just be another person who comes and goes in my life – someone I leave. I want her to stay with me, be with me. But I have to go back to Eririat. Rostam and Sonia didn’t think twice about committing treason and helping me escape my sentence all those years ago. I owed them. They didn’t even know I was alive.

I never tried to get in contact with them, I just left that life behind me. Ran away from it instead of facing my demon’s way before this. But now – I knew deep down I had to go back and carry out what I promised myself so long ago. This time, it’s not for me. It’s for Rostam and Sonia. And for Morgan too. Because they would never stop chasing her. 

“Are we going to talk about it?” Morgan’s sweet voice breaks me of my thoughts.

“Talk about what?”

“Why you are back to being Mr. grumpy pants?” I scoff at her name for me, but I don’t deny it.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I deadpan.

“What about us, are we going to talk about that?” And there it is.

“Again, there’s nothing to talk about.” My hands grip the steering wheel. I know I am pushing her away on purpose. It’s better this way, I reason to myself.

“Don’t be an ass Kian, if you don’t want to talk about it, while you look like someone just pissed in your oatmeal then that’s fine. But don’t be like that to me. Let’s just enjoy our time together while we can.” My expression softens at her chastising words.

She's right, I should just accept the inevitable and enjoy that we still have this time together. I haven’t told her yet that I won’t be returning to the first continent with her. I figure it best to tell her when it happens. That’s if she hasn’t already had a vision and knows.

There’s this big doom and gloom cloud hanging over my head, threatening to rain down chaos right over me and I don’t want her anywhere near it. Yes, she will be better off without me. She will live a full life, fall in love, and live happily ever after. I just need to let go, and she will see that I am not and never can be her happily ever after.

But I will never regret my time with her, no matter the cost. She made me feel alive again. She gave me something no one else has - myself. 

A few more hours of silence later, Morgan’s feet are tapping “Can I drive?” She blurts out.

“No!” The girl had damn well lost her mind. There was no way I was letting her behind the wheel, whether we were driving through deserted land or on a concrete road.

“Pleeease!” She stretches out the word and I look over at her. Morgan has her hands clasped together, her lashes fluttering and her mouth pulling into a pout. Sexy as fuck. “There’s nothing around us, I just want to try it!” She begs.

Ten minutes later I’m stopping the car and she is jumping up and down like a little kid opening their first present as she hops around the side of the car into the driver’s seat. “I always wanted to drive an automotive!” She beams.

“Yeah, well we will see how you do.” I couldn’t resist her pouting, her animated and over-the-top gestures making me smile back at her. And want her.

I slip into the passenger seat and instruct her on where to put her hands and feet. She’s a little jerky at first but soon gets the hang of it and I point in the direction we need to drive. I revel in the fact that I have been able to give her so many first experiences and that I am here to witness her enjoy what life has to offer.

My heart clenches when it registers that I won’t be the one to witness all her firsts after tomorrow.

“This is so amazing!” She says again for the umpteenth time. Does it always feel this freeing, driving an automotive?”

“The novelty of it dies fast,” I chuckle.

“I feel so empowered like I can do anything!” She throws her head back and laughs as we speed up, kicking dust from under the tires. The earlier tension dissolves under her giddiness and I try to live in the moment with her.