Property of Sevrin (Kings of Anarchy MC: Lexmore Beach, Maryland)

CHAPTER ONE

– SEVRIN –

My eyes are barely open when I reach for the phone ringing on my bedside table. The number is linked to an image in my phone book, and I instantly recognize it’s our beach resort calling.

Accepting the call blindly, I let my body fall back on the bed as I grumble, “What?”

“Prez, it’s Holton. I’m on shift at the resort, and we have a dead body on the pool side of the building. Cops are on their way. I think it might be a jumper, dunno...a guest found him and called the cops.”

“You’re shitting me,” I grumble and roll to the side to swing my legs off the bed. “I’ll be there in ten.”

Not waiting for him to reply, I end the call and get to my feet.

The door of my bathroom swings open and a cloud of steam flows freely into the room before a naked chick follows.

She’s roughly drying her bleach blonde hair, and normally her tits would jiggle, but not with this one.

This chick’s got fake ballons, and they stay dutifully in place.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I snarl.

She places a hand on those fake tits of hers and gasps. “Oh, did I wake you? I didn’t mean to cause a problem. I only needed a shower and didn’t think you would mind.”

The chick might try to pass this off as an innocent move, but I can damn well taste her lies. I can see right through her scheme. She wanted cock and came into my room for it.

“You thought wrong.” I sidestep to point at the door behind me. “Get the fuck out. And if you ever. Ever. So much as think you can come near me or step foot in a room you have no business of being in inside my fuckin’ clubhouse? I’ll make sure you won’t be a problem again.”

The chick pouts and makes no effort to cover her naked body with the towel she’s holding. I believe her name is Sandy, Candy, whatever. A new sweetbutt who’s been coming to the clubhouse to be fucked by random members. Some of the brothers enjoy free pussy, I’m not one of them.

“Don’t be grumpy, Sevrin. Though, I know something that’ll lighten your mood in no time.” She touches my forearm, looks at my crotch and licks her lips.

Done with this shit, I rip my arm away and let my anger simmer to the surface.

The temperature surrounding us drops a handful of degrees and the air rumbles with dry lightning.

The tattoo on my chest resembles somewhat of a devil skull face and it’s actually a brand of what I can let my face look like while using my powers.

It comes in fuckin’ handy to make it seem like a mirage to fuck with humans.

Hostility thickens my voice. “Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

Finally, the sweetbutt’s eyes go wide with panic. She blinks a few times and I let my face become normal again when she starts to shake in fear. Good. She’s not as stupid as she seems. Dropping the towel, she runs out of the room as if thunder just struck her in the ass.

I only exposed the human to a hint of my abilities and she ran. It’s also one of the reasons why I don’t sink my cock into human females. Well, fucking humans is not what someone with my background can do without consequences.

Shit. My mind wanders to the reason why I slept like the dead and didn’t even realize someone snuck into my room. Sleeping like the dead only happens when I chug down a bottle of liquor in one go.

I needed my brain on pause to stop thinking about my sister, Senna, who ran off decades ago to escape a fucked-up arranged marriage that eventually led to her death.

Even if I don’t have proof her death was murder, I know it in my bones it was.

The fucker who was set to become her fated mate, he’s responsible.

Cassius, he’s the fucker in question, and he needs to die.

We’ve been trying to find him for decades, but things have now changed.

Recently I found out my sister had a child with a human.

It’s the only way to break a fated mate link, and the reason why I don’t fuck humans.

Due to Senna’s actions, she was able to live years without being found. ..hiding through humans.

The only reason I found out about my niece was due to Fatal, the president of the Kings of Anarchy Nowalk chapter, here in Maryland.

He called me about Norie, a woman who drank a bottle of booze to knock herself out, same eyes as mine.

My gut told me Norie had to be my sister’s kid, and it turned out she was.

I wanted to bring her here, because as a descendant, she has Neptune’s blood running through her veins.

Even if Norie doesn’t have any powers like mine, she does have a high IQ, can sense when people are bullshitting, can stay under water for a long-ass time, and has other heightened senses.

Fatal prevented me from bringing Norie here, because he claimed her as his old lady.

They have bonded in their own sappy way, and maybe it’s for the better to keep her safe.

Staying with humans without anyone else aware of her existence.

Since she’s been living for years after my sister’s death, and it leads me to believe Cassius isn’t aware of her existence. And I’d like to keep it that way.

Shaking my head to clear it of my running thoughts, I head into the bathroom and quickly handle my business.

A handful of minutes later I straddle my bike and head for the beach resort.

The rumble of the bike beneath me, along with the wind carrying the scent of the sea, simmers down some of my bad mood.

Maybe this dead body shit will be cleared up fast so I can take a dive into the sea. Being in the water always gives me an energy boost. It’s the benefits to being a direct descendant of Neptune. I hit the kickstand when I come to a stop in the parking lot.

Holton is waiting for me, and when I walk his way, he starts to rattle, “Cops are here, and so is the medical examiner.”

“Nathan working this one?” I ask.

Nathan Fellows is a homicide detective, and a horse shifter.

Being a descendant of Neptune gives me the advantage of having similar powers as he did.

Since my older brother and my sister are both dead, I’ve also inherited their power.

Basically, it means I’m able to control Nathan, whether he likes it or not.

“Yeah, and he’s asking for you.” Holton shoves his thumb over his shoulder. “I’m going back into the lobby. Let me know if you need me.”

I lift my chin and walk around the beach resort.

The club bought the building as an investment.

Not only do we always have rooms for members to stay in, from any Kings of Anarchy chapter, but it’s also a nice legal income.

It’s to show everyone in Lexmore Beach we keep our noses clean and are not running guns. Which we fuckin’ well do.

The second legal investment we recently made is a brewery. Which gives us the perfect storage place for our guns. For the law, and everyone else, we look like upstanding citizens as taxpayers and shit.

Meanwhile the underground is very aware we’re the ones who run this damn town. It’s the reason why we don’t have any beef with anyone right now. Except with Cassius, we have the kind of vengeance on both sides that’ll never be resolved unless one of us loses our head.

Getting a call about a dead body at our beach resort is not something I expected. It’s damn bad for business. It also draws the kind of heat from the cops we don’t fucking need.

Going around the corner allows the wind to hit my face and I stumble to a stop. The scent of a woman hits me like a freight train, and I have to shoot a hand out to brace myself against the wall and steady myself. Fuck. No. This cannot be happening.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath to be sure what I deep down already know.

The scent fills my lungs once more, and there’s no denying; my fated mate is here.

Which is why I have to get out of here, like right fucking now.

Once I lay eyes on my fated mate, the bond will ignite, making it harder to resist the pull to claim her as mine.

Every supernatural being would be fucking thrilled to run into their fated mate.

The one-of-a-kind counterpart who will guarantee offspring and is a perfect partner to spend an eternity with.

Being immortal literally means an eternity unless you lose your head.

That’s the only way for an immortal to die.

Anyway, my fated mate? I’ve known exactly who she was for a long damn time. She’s Cassius’s sister. I’ve never met her, and yet I know she’s my fated mate due to the fact that my sister and her brother were fated mates, and their arranged marriage was set in stone the second my sister was born.

When Senna met Cassius face-to-face, their bond sparked. According to her she saw her own death in his eyes. Not the warm rush of what the legend of a fated mate indicates. Which is why she ran after letting us know.

This caused the bond between our families to pass on from one sibling to the next to link our blood since we are destined to be together. My family as Neptune descendants, theirs as Salacia descendants. Meaning my brother was tied to Cassius’s sister.

Cassius started his revenge when my sister ran off, he killed both my siblings.

Which leads me to right fucking now...where Cassius’s sister is my fated mate.

It’s a fact with me being the only unmated male left in my family.

His sister is very close to me because her scent is enticing and drawing me in.

I need to leave.

Pushing away from the wall, I’m about to turn when I hear Nathan rumble, “Sevrin, nice of you to join us.”

Shit, there’s no way to slip out without giving the man a few words. “I’ll swing by the station later, Nathan. Right now, I’m dealing with some other stuff.”

He’s standing in front of me when he points and says, “You’re here now, and I only need a few minutes of your time, Sevrin.”

Releasing a sigh, I throw a glance in the direction of the ocean and instead of seeing the sea, my gaze connects with captivating blue eyes. A shudder runs through me, like an electrical surge running up my spine and warming me from the inside out.

I’ve never felt anything flowing through my veins the way I just got hit. Fuck. I’m so damn fucked. Not only because I’m pretty sure the fated mate bond just sparked between us, but the fact my mate happens to be the medical examinator standing next to the dead guy.

Complications have a way of piling up and exploding right in your damn face when you least expect it. I really should have stayed in bed this morning.