Chapter 31: Very Naughty

Chapter 31: Very Naughty
Onyx:

“Oh, excuse my rudeness. You remember the “Unicorns”, but you might know two of them as Braxton and Jaxon of Demon Wolf.” Seth smiled brightly over his shoulder, tossing his messy locks over to the right side of his face as his jaded eyes studied my dumbfounded look.

“And the other two? They look like brothers?” Pointing to Famine and War in their black and red cloaks with matching eyes and hair tussled under their hoods.

“Ah, yes. Jaxon and Braxton were only two of the four that was found by Ella, Supernatural Council Elder and fellow werewolf. She placed them with her cousin in Demon Wolf and their brothers, Jayden and Greyson were placed with another cousin in Russia. They’re only vessels for deities that reside inside of them just like the “Phoenix’s”. What do expect from being brothers.” His eyes stared at me with a strange softness and coldness that sent a shiver up my spine, chuckling to cover up my apprehension.

“I figured they’re brothers by the looks.” Deadpanning at his expression as his grin grew in intensity, blaring those pearly whites in my face, drowning out the already white-on-white room. The chesty bout of laughter echoed throughout the smooth surfaced room as he slapped his thigh, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.

“You’re perfect, Onyx Dragonfang or should I say, Queen Onyx Silverfang of the Royal Dragon Guardians. Now I understand why the “Ladies” decided to chose you with the others.” His words held a sense of pain and pride as he leaned back, holding onto the chair back as he kicked out his bare feet, wiggling his toes before sitting back with his arms draped over the back.

“Ladies?” Tilting my head at his wording as the Unicorns smirked between themselves, side glancing one another, while Seth nodded his head pointing his finger at me with a playful wink.

“Yep. The Goddesses always had a “Fucked up” sense of planning but look where it got them. A Whole New Generation of Supernatural Royals and “Oh Baby” lots of babies.” His chesty laughter sparked a deep crimson to blush over my face as he cupped his clean-shaven jaw in his hand, smiling with misted eyes.

“Mind explaining why you’re in my head with them.” Pointing with a lazy finger from the chair, looking at each one with a strange tingling of awareness as they removed their hoods crossing their arms over their chests.

“Straight to the Point. I like that. See, there is a reason why I was reincarnated into the Whitetail bloodline.”

“Spirit Guides.” Whispering to myself but received a crisp clapping like he was spectating at a Gulfing outing.

“Correct, because the King of the Dead can do just that…walk among the Dead. It’s a little more detailed but for centuries I have watched and just let my “Unicorns” supply me with the souls, but no one prepared for Mara and her experiments. Those experiments disrupted the natural order, so about forty-five years ago a boy with fiery locks and jaded hazel eyes was born into a long line of Spirit Guides. That boy became the Gamma to the renown Demon Wolf Clan and mated to the juiciest tattooed, pieced God he ever laid eyes upon.”

“Max.” Laughing lightly as his eyes twinkled and gleamed with a dark desire as he described the “Big Bad Bear” but was more like a teddy bear with a horrible temper and bloodlust.

“Yes, and my Feisty Fighter Mei. Back to my point, the experiments Mara conducted off-set the natural order. Being reincarnated wiped my memories of being the King of the Dead, so when I died and helped Lea unlock her demi-God powers, everything made sense of why the Goddesses chose their vessels. Sabrina and Vorel go against the Laws of Natural Order. I know they hold special bonds with you and Viviana, but their lives are coming to an end anyways.” His words spoke to no one as his jaw clenched tight, looking down at the white tiled floor.

“NO! You can’t just take them away. They’re living creatures too.” Slamming the steel chair to the tiled floor with a cracking clank as the soft tiles cooled and caressed my bare feet. Snarling as he stood with a perked brow of amusement, halting my movements with his hands and a soft glimmer laced in his eyes.

“Living creatures on borrowed time. Mara tried to play “God” and is still causing pain and destruction with the mere existence of Sabrina and Vorel. Would it matter if I said their existences will produce blessings in their own ways?” His tilted smirk halted my silent war of mumblings and curses as he motioned to sit backdown.

“Mara violated the Laws of Supernatural by injecting herself with your unfertilized egg, thinking she could create the Ultimate specimen. Her deal with “them” is still in complete. I just ask that you understand Sabrina and Vorel’s existence hinders the original soul from being at peace.” Snapping my eyes to his jaded orbs as everything collided and closed around me in a shaky breath.

“You mean my mom isn’t able to be at peace?” Examining his body language as he nodded “yes” to my questioning.

“Both specimens carry your mother’s bloodline, so her soul is trapped in the Under Realm with the lost souls. Byron and Lea are unaware of her presence because their memories were blocked after her death. Same will happen to those with close bonds to each specimen.” Holding my hand up for him to stop, because if he referred to them as specimens again I would shred his body apart in my own dream state.

“They have names.” Growling lowly as he nodded to my request.

“Sabrina and Vorel will be at peace and their memories will be wiped away and replaced with the blessings they will grant.” He stood slowly, smoothing out his white shirt and slacks as the Unicorns circled around us.

“Sabrina will die in a few days anyways, so let’s make it peaceful for them both. Okay?” He held out his hand, offering me a reassuring smile as my shaky hand slipped into his cool palm with a rushing relief as the room began to hum and glow against the stark whites.

“What blessings?” Asking for my own peace of mind as he pulled me into a massive hug.

“In a few days everything will make sense.” The humming light enveloped me in a warmth as everything faded away into a peaceful slumber.

Sitting up abruptly as the rainbows danced along the walls, twinkling lightly as the sun rays peaked through the crystal tear drops hanging from the candelabras decorated along the dark walnut side hutches. Hugging the silk sheet to my trembling chest as the gun metal fabric glided and smoothed over the guys’ sleeping silhouettes as they shifted around in bed.

“baby, everything okay?” Birgir trailed his sleepy hand along my forearm as his groggy laced orbs flicked a beautiful emerald color, smiling softly to him with my finger pointing towards the bathroom.

“Need to pee.” Laughing lightly in our link as he slid from bed, helping me to my feet with a playful slap to the ass cheek. Looking over my shoulder with a snarl as he slipped on his boxers, smacking his brothers ass cheeks to wake-up because me and Jun had a sparring match to demonstrate our fighting capabilities to our new warriors.

“We still have an hour.” Mikkel groaned huskily, rubbing his hands over his face as Davyn smacked in the face with his red boxers.

“Not for us. She needs to feed the boys, and we have diaper-feeding-bath-dress duties with the girls.” Birgir huffed out a cloud of smoke as he slipped on his black sweats and red tank, while I relieved my bladder feeling like something was missing.

Shehad stirred from the shadows, washing my face quickly before slipping on my black spandex leggings and sports tank with red mesh laid overtop the matching black spandex. Sprinting out the bathroom as my silvery-locks pulled up into a tight ponytail.

“Yeah, and don’t forget we have to finish wrapping presents for the family Christmas and we still have to finish checking over everything for the Christmas Ball tomorrow night.” Grabbing my water bottle and gray towel as three sets of predatory green orbs, slitted into snarling beasts. Caging my excited body against the deep purple, silk wallpapered wall, shifting away from the dark gray chair rail that split the wall for the added effect of shadowing.

“So, your surprise turned out nicely. Don’t you think?” Davyn snarled playfully along my neck, tusking his nose into my hair, smiling against their trembling frames.

“I think it turned out rather “naughty” myself.” Mikkel looked at his brothers, snapping his slitted orbs down to me with a little fang peeking under his lip as he purred heavily into my side.

Giggling at tiny hairs that erupted into a fiery surge of static snaps, following Birgir’s eyes as he licked his plush lips with his black serpents tongue, sparking a fiery avalanche to crash into my core.

“Very Naughty.” Jerking back against Davyn’s growling chest as they toyed and teased my body into a growling moan of curses, snapping our eyes over to the baby monitor as my babies called to us.

“That’s our cue.” Sliding past their strong builds, gasping loudly as Mikkel tossed me over his shoulder, dashing out the room into the massive nursery around the corner slapping his butt cheeks as they twitched and swayed with muscular strides.

“We have fifty minutes.” Pointing to the guys with a stern finger, grabbing my nursing pillows and spare bottle for Ash. He was the baby of the three and didn’t like sharing with his brothers.