Beautiful Creatures Series

Aster rolled over when she smelled bacon. She lifted her head from her pillow and noticed she was in bed alone. Climbing out of bed, Aster put on a robe and made her way to the kitchen, where she found Tyler cooking up a storm in his underwear. It was a nice sight. Aster snuck up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She pressed her body against his back and lightly nipped his shoulder.

Tyler leaned back in her embrace and smiled at her over his shoulder. “Good morning, beautiful.” He picked up a slice of bacon from the plate next to the stove and offered it to Aster over his shoulder. “Bacon?” Aster snatched it with her teeth and stepped back, allowing him to finish what he was doing. She sat down at the table, and Tyler brought two plates with stuffed French toast, bacon, sausage, and fresh fruit. He then went back to the counter and filled two mugs with hot coffee, and brought them to the table, placing one before her as he sat down.

“What, no morning sex?” She teased.

“In time, beautiful. Breakfast first.”

She began to eat and noticed he was just sipping coffee and watching her. “What?”

“How’d you sleep?” He asked.

“Fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Why do you ask? Did I do something last night?” She asked, worried. Her eyes scanned his body for any fresh wounds.

“You got a little growly.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. I calmed you down.” He said, sipping his coffee once more. “The other night, you wanted to talk about something? It wouldn’t happen to be the reason you get so aggressive while you sleep, would it?” She didn’t want to answer him. “I risk my life every time I go to bed with you. Don’t you think I at least deserve to know why?”

She wasn’t sure she didn’t want to tell him. A lifetime of silence was a hard habit to break. Even now, after death, her mother tortured her. “My mother died recently.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. She was a bitch. My father killed her. He’s in prison now.”

“That’s horrible.”

“He’s not in prison for killing her. The world doesn’t even know she is missing. My mother was a vicious, violent woman. My entire life, she would attack my father. She would beat him until he was almost dead. Which for a lycanthrope is very hard to do. She would do it right in front of me. So many times, she would get mad at me; over ridiculous things. It was like she was looking for any reason to hit me. When she would, my father would intervene. He would put himself in her path and redirect her wrath from me to him. My father is a strong man. He could have taken her, but he never lifted a hand against her. He firmly believed there was never a good reason to strike a woman. He would never fight back. He would just let it happen. It was horrid. My childhood home was a war zone all my life.”

“No one should have to live like that. I’m sorry it happened to you.”

“My father and I are very close, and it is hard on me having him in prison. My father is not a bad man. He did kill the man he is in prison for, but you have to believe me, it was only to protect his girlfriend and their unborn child. My mother didn’t take it well when my father finally left her. She took it even worse when he started dating a human woman and got her pregnant. He was starting his life over, and my mother couldn’t stand it. She sought out this man who wanted to kill my father’s girlfriend for reasons that are not important at the moment. My father had no choice but to kill both. She drove him to it. In one night, I lost my mother and my father.”

“That has to be hard.”

“People always talk about how children who grow up in violent homes become violent. Children of abuse become abusers.” She looked into his eyes. “I am so scared of becoming my mother.”

“You’re not going to.”

can you say that? Look what I have done to you.” She hung her head

reached across the table and made her look-ups. “Look at me. Your mother hurt you deliberately. This,” he said, gesturing to his healing wounds, “this

kill you. Unlike my

guys can do that?” He sounded impressed. “You know your mom is

me. She’s so angry. She tries to kill me. No matter how hard I

you sleepwalk. It’s

“It feels real.”

than done, but you have got to let it go, or she is going to keep tormenting you. She dominated you in life. Don’t let her have the same power

dad was right. Telling you

me with your dad?

bad things.” She said with a straight face. “By the way, he intends to kill you when he gets out, but he doesn’t get out

that leather, tattooed, biker hard ass that owns that tattoo parlour in the

“Yes. That’s him.”

know how to deal with

like mine. My Dad is an alpha. That means he’s not just a leather-bound tattooed hard-ass biker… he’s a leather-bound tattooed hard-ass biker with fangs, a jaw with the crushing strength of a bear trap, topped off with superhuman

grinned. He cut a piece of the toast and lifted it to his mouth. “I think your Dad would

do you

if he doesn’t like me, I am relentless. I burrow my way in under your skin like a tick until you either lose your mind or learn to love

bacon in her mouth and reached for

“Why? You made it through

a sex thing.”

hate to break it to you, baby, but

“Why not?”

reason, I don’t have my

why don’t

without pay until the conclusions

what happened?” She

a perp while he was in custody, and the guy is levelling police brutality charges against the station and me. So

had a good reason. She didn’t think that Tyler was the kind of

her dead in the eye, and she could see nothing but concern. “He threatened someone I care about. I don’t respond

you have a lot of free

do you think I should do with

sure we will think

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her his girl. While she went to work during the day, he would keep surveillance on Dennis even without the benefit of

Affairs for four weeks before they finally closed the investigation. They deemed that he had abused his

suspension enough time, but they put it in his permanent file, which would follow him for the rest of his career. It would also haunt him in the courtroom. Every case he worked in in the future would have his actions under scrutiny, and all his past cases were being reopened, and the offenders granted new trials on the biases that he (a bad cop) had investigated and perhaps not ethically.