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  The O'Hagan Way 5

  A Bevin Hero

  Bevin simply wanted a breather away from his new job. Instead he stumbled onto a plot, learning information that can turn the tide in the war against the demons… He just has to get it to King Rylan.

  Rian and Ronan are helping at the vineyard when they meet a kitty who turns out to be their mate. They’re shocked when they sense his fear and Bevin flees from them. Giving chase, they finally find him, naked, in the company of others.

  Acting like scared, jealous idiots, the twins claim him in front of everyone… Only to have it go terribly wrong. Now all hell is breaking loose and lines are being drawn in the coven. Did they just blow the perfect alliance the three species had? And if that can be fixed how will they ever make up what they did to Bevin?

  Did fate give Bevin two perfect mates, or two mates too many?

  Note: This book is written in first-person point of view.

  Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

  Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Vampires/Werewolves

  Length: 43,730 words

  A BEVIN HERO

  The O’Hagan Way 5

  Joyee Flynn

  MENAGE AMOUR

  MANLOVE

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  A BEVIN HERO

  Copyright © 2013 by Joyee Flynn

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  A BEVIN HERO

  The O’Hagan Way 5

  JOYEE FLYNN

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  Chapter 1

  Bevin

  I was up in my favorite tree, just taking a breather from the day, trying to hide for a while. It was an honor that King Rylan had named me his Chief Advisor and basically his right-hand man… And not just for the shit jobs. When he’d done it I’d smiled and nodded and thought to myself, “Great, this is like in the old days where you’d save an important person’s life and were granted the honor of being their servant or some shit.”

  But it really wasn’t like that at all. I should have known Rylan wouldn’t pull that with me since we were best friends and all. It just seemed like that’s what Chief Advisor to a King would do… Clean up messes and handle the crap no one else wanted to. Honestly it was more like I was his Vice President. I would have thought that honor would have gone to his mates, and while they helped significantly, they were also warriors with their own allegiances to their own people.

  Needless to say as the Vice President to a newly appointed King/President whose people went through a traumatic time, moved to a new country, and had their whole world turned upside down, there was heaping tons of work.

  I just needed a break. I missed spending a day or a weekend in my studio. I missed lazy Sundays where I didn’t get out of bed until after noon and woke with a smile that I didn’t have a hangover from the night before because I was a margay shifter and that was pretty much impossible with our metabolism.

  Maybe things would even out and there was a chance I could get a wild Saturday and a lazy Sunday sometime soon. But for now, my reprieve was my favorite tree. The new palace abutted the vineyard and the warrior compound, bigger than the vineyard’s acreage, but the vineyard had added from the farm behind before Brian, Banning, and Zane owned it.

  In other words, it wasn’t as wide as the warrior compound’s land, but it was longer, and the margays’ land went around it and connected to the warriors’ and—basically to get to my tree it was quickest to cut across part of the vineyard. And the tree I loved was huge, had been there for a long time, giving me the perfect view of both and the margays’ land if I turned around.

  I did love this. Middle of May, warm breeze, leaves rustling, freshly turned soil for more planting at the vineyard, and all of nature just touching my fur. It was like nothing could penetrate my relaxing bubble in my tree… Even if I only had twenty minutes.

  “I need to get out before it’s too late and I’m dead,” someone said quietly, in a concerned voice from a good distance away.

  Except that. That could pierce my bubble.

  “Dubois, I’m telling you they know,” he hissed. Now I wasn’t just out of my relaxing mode, I was fully alert and trying to figure out where it was coming from so I could see who it was. “They’re keeping the warriors out of the loop because they know the traitor is one of us. Hell, they’ve got the fae bitch scanning minds along with the purple-eyed freaky wolf pussy. Next they’re going to have the fag King shackle all their suspects and bang us until we talk!”

  Wow, he was sooo not on our side. Finally I saw him at the far edge of the warrior compound grounds. I hurried down the tree and kept low to the ground as I stalked closer, still in margay form. I was tiny even for a normal margay so he would really have to be looking for me to see me…
Especially since it seemed the warriors never cut their grass.

  I got within a hundred yards, and I started catching parts of the other end of the conversation as well. I needed to get closer and fast but not be detected. Damn, I was ready to shit a brick. I wasn’t trained for recon or spy work. I was an artist with a high IQ and lots of family money. I wasn’t a warrior!

  I’d found out I was a really good shot though. And I liked guns. I enjoyed them.

  “You’re just being paranoid,” the man the traitor was talking to bitched.

  “I’m not,” the traitor growled, spinning to pace in anxiety, and I felt myself go cold. I knew that face. Holy shit! “They’re searching some of our minds. They’ve got a suspect list and I’m on it. I’ve seen the damn list. For all their extra procedures and security some of the idiots still haven’t changed their e-mail passwords.”

  “So what do you want to do? Just leave? You’ll be on the run forever,” Dubois asked. “We’ve not even finished planning the attack. We need more information! I need to know the layout of that palace. We want the margays. And we need to disable that fae whore. There has to be a way to kill or make her inactive. The witches that bespell the demon blood said that all magic can be taken away. They’ve just never worked with a fae. We need one for them to experiment on.”

  “Fine, I’ll grab a couple of smaller fae and bring them to you. I’m not staying here, Dubois. I didn’t sign up for a death sentence when I came to you offering my services.”

  “I know and you have been most loyal. You will be rewarded as will I for our time spent with the enemy. Osvaldo Diaz has assured me of it. He said with the passing of his son, Aemilio, there is a spot for a new general at his side. And with the larger armies we have now, there will be room for all of us at the top.”

  “How can I guarantee my place and his favor?” the traitor asked nervously. “How do I know that I’ve not just served my purpose and he’ll just slit my throat?”

  “Osvaldo is fair. You’ve been loyal and helped in the war,” Dubois assured him. “But if you wanted to be in his good graces forever, bring a few fae and either his son’s Marius mate or the good doctor who’s designed these weapons. You know that will have you go from a potential general to a Prince worthy of having been one of his sons in his eyes.”

  “Damian would be easier,” the man hedged. “He’s a warrior so no one protects him. Riley’s always got guards around him. I’ll come up with a plan and contact you by the end of the week. I’ll figure out a way to steal the plans for the palace and grab some fae, but I’m out of here in no less than two weeks, Dubois. I’ll try for Damian, but I’m not losing my life in the gesture for Osvaldo. I’ve been loyal and done more than most.”

  “I will remind him of that when I tell him you’re abandoning your position out of fear of being caught,” Dubois said before hanging up.

  “Asshole. Fucking asshole. Maybe I should just fucking leave and go live on my own,” the traitor muttered as he headed back to the warrior compound. “The sick fucks here can’t be trusted and are corrupt. The demons are gross and untrustworthy. Dubois and Diaz could give two shits about me. Easy to judge when you’re sitting pretty in Paris and Bilbao, Spain.”

  Oh my god! I had just learned the mother lode. I shook as I lay there, not able to move right away in fear that he’d see me. They talked of killing people or taking them for torture as if I was deciding what kind of cookies I wanted for a snack!

  When he was long gone, I still couldn’t get my body to work, frozen to that spot. I know it might have seemed cowardly to have that reaction, but I couldn’t help it. I’d never been so scared in my life. Hell, going through the portal to take out the human farm the demons had outside Paris and rescuing the captives there wasn’t anywhere near this scary.

  Because I was all alone. And there was so much to consider. Would anyone believe me? I didn’t have any proof. And I couldn’t just go throwing around accusations. People had known this warrior for centuries maybe, and I was brand new to the coven.

  Either way I had to tell Rylan. The traitor had been out of sight for a good five minutes now and my body still wouldn’t listen to me. Just take one step. That’s it. One step towards the palace. He’s not lying in wait to kill us, I told my margay over and over again. But I knew the truth… It wasn’t the cat in me that was scared. He was all instinct and fire.

  It was the human in me that knew I was four foot eleven and not even a hundred pounds dripping wet. That warrior could crush my skull in his hand or crumple me up and use me as a basketball.

  I heard voices coming from the back exit of the warriors’ compound and that finally snapped me out of it. I took off for the palace and promptly fell ass over head. My muscles had all locked up and tightened with how long I’d held myself in pounce position, body tense and ready to go. I shook it off, though not running anywhere near my normal pace.

  As I thought over how to tell Rylan what I knew, I let my margay get me home on autopilot. Which turned out to complicate my life just a little bit more.

  “Rian, Ronan, ya get to see your first margay your first day here,” Sean called out.

  I realized I hadn’t run towards the palace but to the front of the vineyard where planting was going on. Brian and Banning had a lot of help since there was so much to do. I knew their brothers Sean and Shane always worked with them, but Finn and Fergus were helping as well, taking a break from their normal job of furniture design and making.

  The other two sets of twins lived in Greece, and I’d not had a chance to meet them. Apparently Rian and Ronan were visiting. I filed it away for later and turned to head back to the palace, annoyed I was led off course, but my cat wouldn’t let me. Odd.

  Then I inhaled and actually paid attention. My god it was heavenly. What was that? I followed the scent of some combination of strawberries and hazelnut butter, which was like my favorite, until I was five feet away from the most stunning man ever… And either he had a twin or I was seeing double.

  “Ya be a cute little one, aren’t ya,” he cooed as he dropped to one knee so his height wasn’t so imposing. “It’s alright. We’re not going to hurt ya. We’ve never seen a shifter before.”

  “That be a real man, Rian,” the other one said as he cuffed his brother. “Stop baby talking to him like he be a kitty.” Then he looked at me with the same piercing silver eyes Rian had.

  “We’re not used to how to act around shifters. We know ya understand us but are ya more instinct like a natural cat or do ya want us to act like ya be a man standing in front of us with fur?” Rian asked.

  “He can’t answer, gobshite,” Ronan drawled. “He’d have to shift back and—” His eyes narrowed at me as his fangs came out and he moved closer. “Shift back now.”

  Rian went to turn to him and his fangs popped out as well and he looked at me with wide eyes. “Mate.”

  “Aye.”

  I turned back, moving my hands over my groin just so I could quickly tell them what was going on. “I’ll be back. I have to find King Rylan. But I’ll be back.” I shifted again and took off, not able to process any of this, but at the same time, reeling from the information I had which was more important than my own mating. Lives were at stake.

  They shouted at me to come back but I couldn’t. Not yet.

  I still wasn’t running at my best, muscles hurting, head throbbing, heart aching to be running the opposite direction of my mates. But more than that, I think the fear I’d felt earlier had used up whatever adrenaline I’d had stored in my body or something and now I was just wiped. Or maybe it was still the fear of what was going on weighing on me?

  Either way, I just know I normally run much faster than I was right then. I didn’t go back to the tree and get my clothes. I didn’t have time, and honestly I wanted to get back to the safety of the palace. I shifted back when I got to the main doors, identifying myself to the guards.

  “Lord Bevin, why are you naked?” one of the fae warriors, Zion, asked me a
s he stared over me appreciatively. “Is this your way of saying you finally submit to my advances and you want sex?”

  “What?” I gasped, suddenly feeling not just unclothed but like really naked and that type of thing doesn’t normally bother shifters. “No. What?”

  “He doesn’t know you like him, I bet,” Vega, a vampire warrior, chuckled. He glanced at me with lust. “Honey, we all like you. Any one of your guards or the warriors would love to have some alone time with you.”

  “I met one who wouldn’t. He’d kill me if he got the chance,” I blurted out and slapped my hand over my mouth. Fuck!

  “Who?” Vega growled as he grabbed my arm. “Did he hurt you, Bevin? Tell us.”

  “No, I have to speak to Rylan first,” I mumbled, pulling away. “I shouldn’t have said anything before speaking with my King.”

  “Okay, but just give us a name so we know not to let him in,” Zion implored.

  I opened my mouth to do it and then shot a look at Vega. “I’m sorry, no. You seem like a good man but he could be your friend. I must speak to Rylan first. He’ll decide what to do. It will only take a few moments.” I darted away before they could argue with me. I understood their concerns, and I wouldn’t want to be in the dark about any of this either, but I couldn’t just be running my mouth.

  Especially to other vampire warriors who would know the traitor.

  I looked first in the dining hall because it was when Rylan normally took lunch. He wasn’t there. Then I thought maybe he took lunch so I checked his rooms. Nope. If the palace wasn’t drenched in his scent because he was always running all around, I could focus on him and pick up the trail but it wasn’t that simple.