Thirty minutes later, a beautiful, regal woman with long jet-black hair with a white streak down the middle walked into the bunker along with a tall, strapping man. They both looked older, but not old enough to be Jordan’s parents. Jordan and his father looked nothing alike, the man standing in front of him was the same height as Duncan with long blond hair and almond brown eyes. There was a slight resemblance between him and his mother. Both people had the same feline-shaped eyes that resembled Jordan’s. Following behind them was Sebastian with confusion written all over his face. Duncan studied the woman as she walked closer to the bed and rested a hand on Jordan’s forehead. She looked so much like Jordan.
“Hello,” he said getting her attention.
She looked up at him and smiled and it reached her bright green eyes. “You look like your father,” she told him. “He would have been proud of the man you’ve become.”
Duncan didn’t respond. He wasn’t sure what to say. He’d always been told he looked like his father but had his mother’s heart of forgiveness. He nodded sharply in a way to say thank you. He was more worried about his mate than anything else.
“Please, forgive me,” she responded then looked back down at Jordan. “He looks so much like her now. There’s no hiding their resemblance. He’s just as beautiful as she was; that’s one thing I couldn’t hide no matter how much I might have tried.”
Duncan was confused by that statement. “Who…who does he look like?”
“My sister, his mother,” she answered caressing Jordan’s forehead. She looked back up at Duncan, then at Blayze and Sebastian.
“You’re not his mother?” Blayze asked.
“No,” she answered. “He is mine in my heart and the family blood that connects us. I’m his aunt and my mate is his uncle.” Everyone gasped at the revelation, but she went on as if she did not hear. “We were tasked with protecting him.” She brushed a lock of hair from his face. “By his mother, the night she died. Or should I say the night she was killed.”
“Well, damn,” Blayze said.
“Very eloquently put, young man,” Jordan’s father, well uncle, said.
“He’s going to freak out once he wakes up,” Blayze said to the group.
“As he should,” Duncan said, looking at Jordan’s aunt and uncle.
Chapter Eight
Jordan
Jordan groaned as he opened his eyes.Shit, what the fuck did I drink last night? I swear someone is going to be in a world of hurt once I find out what the hell happened. This is all Bronx’s fault; it must be.
He tried to sit up but a strong hand rested on his shoulder, pushing him back down. “Bronx, I’m going to kill you,” he mumbled. His mouth felt dry and his head hurt like a sonofabitch.
Jordan heard the deep chuckle before, “You really need to stop mistaking me for Bronx. It’s starting to hurt my fragile ego.”
He snapped his eyes open and they instantly connected with Duncan. He closed his eyes quickly, and he opened them again. Wherever he was, it was too damn bright, and it made his eyes burn and his headache spike higher, causing him to moan in agony. This was not from a hangover. “Too bright,” he moaned covering his eyes with one of his arms.
“Turn the lights down!” Duncan barked. “It’s okay,” he said. “You can look now,” he instructed as he pulled Jordan’s arm away from his face.
Jordan slowly opened his eyes. “Where am I?”
“What do you remember?” Duncan asked instead of answering him.
He sat up on the bed and this time Duncan did not stop him.Hell, what do I remember? Mate or some other word for it. What was it again? Something amans. Duncan told me I was his soulmate, after turning into a wolf and I sort of freaked out. Blayze was the last person I remember talking to.“Blayze, I was talking to him, and I got up to…”
“And then you fainted,” Blayze said, coming to stand beside his bed. “How do you feel?”
“Like someone’s tap dancing on my skull,” he answered. “Promise me the next time we decide to drown our sorrows, no more of whatever I drank.” Blayze chuckled, and so did Jordan, who immediately regretted it and started massaging his temples as he moaned. “Can I get something for my head, please?” he asked and noticed that the mirth did not reach Blayze’s eyes. He looked at Duncan, who was also staring at him with worry in his eyes. “Okay, what’s wrong, you are both looking at me as if I grew another head or something.” He chuckled, hoping to relieve the worry on their faces. “Duncan, what’s wrong?”
“Here, take these,” Blayze said, handing him two pills. He looked at it suspiciously forgetting his earlier request. “It’s over-the-counter pain killers.”
Feeling satisfied, Jordan took them and swallowed them dry just as Blayze handed him a cup of water. “Thanks.” He looked at Duncan, who was still staring at him. “Okay, you’re too quiet, and you still haven’t explained to me why I’m here. I know that we have a lot to talk about. So why don’t you tell me what’s wrong first?”
“I…” Duncan started. “I’m just glad you’re okay. The past three days…”
“Three dayths!” he yelled in surprise. “What do you mean three dayths? Ow!”What the hell, I just bit my tongue.
“Shit, you have to be careful, you're not used to having canines,” Duncan said, that got Jordan’s attention.
