The Forgotten One Read Free

mother and mate to Baal, even if he does not know it. That one night he showed his true self to me. I don’t think he’s done that to anyone. At least I hope not.” Her mother looked back to the window.
    “Even though he does not remember that night, I have the memories to hold me and I know for a fact he would be very proud of you, Willow.” She glanced down at her son. “And he’d love his grandson.” She started to tickle him and he laughed, squirming on her lap.
    “Let’s go for a walk, the three of us. We haven’t done that in a while and there aren’t that many people out yet.” Her mother stood and laughed as her son ran to get his shoes.
    “You know what will happen if I bind myself to these men?” Willow stood, staring into her mother’s eyes.
    “Yes, but we’ll take the risk, baby. You need to be with them. Dylan needs to have a father, or fathers.” She tried to wiggle her eyebrows and Willow laughed, hugging her mom.
    “I love you momma and I’ll always be here for you.” She backed away and stared down at her son who held his stuffed dragon toy that she had given to him at birth. Even though it was worn down Willow always made sure to keep it clean for him, even sewing it when it needed it. Dylan might be a smart child, but he was still a little boy at heart.
    “Come on baby, let’s take our walk,” she took his one hand when he placed the dragon in his little backpack that he carried everywhere he went, then took her mom’s hand. They moved out of their house down onto the street. Wearing a pair of shorts and a halter top, the heat didn’t over power her like so many that came to New Orleans. She loved these outings, walking down Bourbon Street and around with her mother, visiting with neighbor’s, before the tourists come out and filled the streets.
    Willow glanced at her mother. She appeared to be in her early 30’s to humans, but in reality she was well over 500 years old. With her long thick wavy hair sweeping down to her ass, Laurann drew eyes everywhere they went.
    With olive coloring skin, rare for any fay, but not Cheetah shifters, her mother was stunning. Willow tripped and almost fell, her mother and son started to laugh. “You’re not paying attention, daughter, and I thank you for your thoughts, but I don’t want to see you flat on your face,” her mother teased, before stopping and tensing up. She slowly scanned the street they were on.
    Not wasting any time, Willow once more placed the spell over her and her son, making sure no one would recognize who they really were. Her mother followed suit.
    “They’re here, I can smell them. The dark ones, your brothers and sisters. It seems they are going to great your sister. How did they know she was coming?” her mother asked, once more moving down the street, watching and knowing the danger had passed now that their true identity was covered.
    Whoever leaked this information was too close to her friends and family. Willow growled and scanned their surroundings. From what she could tell, there was at least ten who were there that might cause trouble. “Someone close has betrayed them than because I know for a fact Lars and Gage protect her well.” She looked at her mother and Laurann nodded.
    “Call your sister and warn her. We’ll figure this out together. I want to meet these men and it won’t hurt for them to court you properly here where I can watch.” Laurann glanced down at her son. “Dylan needs to get to know them too.” Her mother turned towards their favorite hotel.
    “Who? We having company?” Her son asked, all excited about guests coming over.
    “We’ll see, baby.” Lydia sucked in her breath and pulled out her phone. At once Willow noticed the calls she’d missed. Over 20 of them, and half of them from Alton and Maxim. “Here it goes, but if they mess up, I’m gutting them,” she mumbled and her mom smiled.
    “Of course, dear,” she said and Willow snorted.
    Not even bothering to listen to