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Chapter Three

“If you let your face get any longer, your chin will be draggin’ the floor,” Maggie Mae Sampson, part owner of Rodeo and one of the twin Alphas of the Wolf Pack bearing their name, chuckled. “You do know it’s ladies’ night, right? I mean, that’s what Kayne said he told you. That man….”

“What did Kayne say?” The Demi-God snickered. Taking the last drink from his bottle of beer and setting it on the bar, he added, “Oh, let me guess, I told you Creed was here to meet women, but all he’s been doing since we walked through the door was keep that stool warm and nurse one, little, lonely drink?”

“See, I always knew you were one of the smart ones,” the She-Wolf winked. “And you…” She pointed at the King of the Big Cats as he joined his friends. “I always said you were the good-lookin’ one.”

“Gracias,Bella Dama,” Max literally purred in his native tongue.

“Could he be anymore cheesy?”Creed grumped to his Dragon King.“Thank you, beautiful lady? Are you kidding me?”

“You don’t find Maggie attractive?”

“Of course, I do. She is beautiful inside and out, but that’s…”

“That’s not what’s getting your goat?”

“Exactly, I just… Wait one minute.”Sighing and trying not to shake his head in disgust, Creed went on,“Since when have you started talking like the MTV generation?”

“A) I do not speak like the MTV generation. That is absolutely ridiculous and an affront to my intelligence. B) For your information, Herne, the Dragon King who shares his…”

“Soul with Sable,”Creed groaned.“Yes, I know who he is. But what does that…?”

“If you would hush and let me speak, I would explain.”

“Please, by all means, do explain great Dragon King, Alastair.”

“That’s better,”the Dragon King chuckled.“As I was saying, Herne told me how insightful he was finding TV and the internet in his quest to acclimate to the modern world. He also showed me how to access them for myself. So, I…”

“So, you’ve become a couch potato, as well as developing an irritating grasp on current vernacular?”

“Why yes. Yes, I have.”

“Great. Wonderful. Fantastic. Just what I need, a four, or maybe it’s five, thousand-year-old Dragon teaching me how to pick up women. Maybe I should let you speak to the women. Find our Mate.”

“That is splendid I’d…”

“Nope. No way. Not gonna happen.”

Refusing to rise to the bait any longer, wondering why he reached out to Alastair in the first place, Creed downed what was left of his scotch and sighed. Looking up when Maggie patted his hand, he smiled as she asked, “Tell me what’s really goin’ on, Hun. What can I do to help?”

“Nothing Mags, but thanks for asking. I’m starting to think that I’ve lost my mind. That somehow, I’m not supposed to have a Mate. When the Universe was making perfect partners for all of us crazy Dragons, my number somehow never came up.”

“Oh, my Great Goddess,” Kayne snorted, bumping shoulders with the Paladin. “I thought the same thing. Then out of nowhere, in a cave in the middle of some hot-as-hell jungle south of the border, there she was in all her glory, my Pearl, a Strix of all things. She is everything I never thought I wanted, everything I need and most importantly, the other half of my soul.” Bumping him again, the Demi-God assured, “So, if I can find the woman the Universe made for me, then I know yours is somewhere close. You, Creed my man, are the best of the best. One of a kind, and…”

The ringing of a phone cut off whatever the Demi-God was about to say and had both Guardsmen tuning in as Max asked, “You need all of us? In Dallas? By tomorrow morning?”

Not willing to wait for the King of the Big Cats to relay the information, the Paladin opened up his enhanced senses and blatantly eavesdropped. Grinning as Max winked, Creed heard, “The Secretary of Defense and the Council want to discuss preparations for the upcoming Shifter Assembly in Dallas. Both entities feel that we need a very strong presence and want to know that the Dragon Guard, especially the Paladins will be there en masse.”

“Then why am I needed?” Max asked. “It is not as if I have scales.”

“No, but you are the King, you do have wings, and your Pride is a force to be reckoned with. We need to know they will also be there to protect the rights and interests of all Paranormals.”

“Then I suppose we will have to attend this impromptu meeting, your Eminence.”

“Thank you, King Prentice.”

Disconnecting the call, Max laid his phone on the gleaming wood of the bar and turned towards Creed and Kayne. “Since you heard everything, I guess we should…”

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