Author's Note:

Woah this one just flowed out of my finger tips, I didn't mean it to be this long but i hope that you guys like it. As always comment and vote to hear more about Dom and Kole

Even if kole isn't in the picture yet, but tell me what you think about Dom's world slowly expanding to old people from her past? Let's not forget the misfits either lol

Thank you for reading.

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"Dominyque that's enough!" I hear a growl from behind me. It's not that the chilling voice of the roar had me scared. It was the fact that my conscious finally reached through me, and I realized I was choking the girl that pulled me out of the river. I let go of Ciara and just took a step back. She crumbled to the floor like a used up rag doll. Her coughing fits, turning more to white noise for me.

I turned to look back at the woman who yelled at me, Bebe. Her eyes were radiating blue, and I could see there was this fire, this mama bear in her that wanted to tear me apart. I stood still just looking at her blazing eyes when I see her fire slowly simmer.

"I know your hurt Dom, your hurting because of your mate but doing this? Lashing out and trying to shove people away from you is not the answer." She tries to speak to me, taking one step towards me every five minutes.

"Your mother wouldn't want you to be like this. I get that you don't want to talk about what's going on... but I vowed to your mother if our paths ever crossed I'd take care of you." She tells me, her voice now radiating with warmth again before I knew it there was a hand that was lingering on my shoulder.

"You aren't alone." She whispers to me, and I feel the knot again, my conscious snapping at me in my head for hurting the three kids that had nothing to do with my own pain.

"I don't know what I did? I don't know how to let them go." I whispered to her softly, my gaze staggering over at Marshall and Bo. They were statued to the command that I gave them.

"It's okay Dom. It's the power of a lycan, just take a moment to breathe." Bebe's hand cups my cheek and her warmth... the honest to godmother nature from her soothe the turmoil. I pull away from her touch, and I just see her go to her own kids and use her own lycan lure I guess to snap them out of my control. I went back inside the cabin and just paced. I couldn't go to the room because this place wasn't my home. I couldn't be outside because I'm sure those two wanted to beat me up. Not that I could blame them.

I lean against the sofa couch and just bite my nail, trying not to get too lost in my own thoughts. I felt that sudden rush of power... I just felt this dominating aura in me and feeling their wolves cower to me was sickening and pleasurable. It was twisted to feel like I had a sense of control again. Control against someone.

"I'm guessing you used your lycan roar." I hear the other twinkling mother voice, and my eyes wandered from the floor to Lady, her brown eyes just mirrored calmness.

"I- I didn't mean to use it. I didn't know I had it." I tell her, not really whispering it or anything. I was just so confused. She reaches over to me and her fingers lightly stroke at my cheek carefully. 

"My dear, you've been raised by your aunt and uncles. They all noble vampires, of course, you wouldn't have knowledge of Lycan's and their powers." Her eyes flicker their azure color, and she grins at me.

"I-" I didn't know what to say. I still felt the knot in my throat, and my chest felt ten pounds heavier right now. "I'm sorry... that I might've hurt your kids," I tell her, feeling like it had to be said.

Lady chuckles and kind of sits, or more like lean on the sofa, with me. Her giggle was a soft twinkle, and I couldn't hear any resentment or this hidden anger.

"If what my wife says about your parents is true, you wouldn't have hurt them. Not on purpose at least." She tells me her hand cupping my right hand. Her light soft cold touch gave me the comfort again.

"I also thought someone wasn't going to hurt me... and yet he did." Oh god, these fucking tears need to stop. I don't remember ever wanting to cry this much for years. The day my aunt found me was the only time I cried for three days straight until finally, my aunt and uncle told me that my parents were in heaven.

"I'm not going to force you to talk Dom, besides the knowledge I know about Lycans is just what I know about my wife. And even she wasn't born a lycan." Lady's words were tugging at my heart. I couldn't keep being a bratty bitch when there's so much understanding radiating from both these women.

But I looked at her again, this puzzled look on my face when she mentions that Bebe wasn't born a lycan. "What do you mean? Was she human?" I asked her when I hear the door open, and the three misfits rush up the stairs of the cabin, probably to their rooms when Bebe comes in behind. She looks at both Lady and me, and she just sighs.

"No I wasn't human, but I wasn't a lycan." She tells me, and she looks at her wife, Lady.

"Go make us some tea darling, this is going to be long storytime." Bebe comes to me and helps me to my feet.

"Come on, let's make you comfortable." She guides me to the sofa's and has me sit appropriately with her, and she sits adjacent to me on the love seat single couch.

"I was the future Luna of the Black clan about twenty years ago. The Black's reign the border area of Canada and us for years. Some say that they've guarded that area up to the colonial period. So the Black's we're indeed the nobles of the werewolves in the east coast area because of how old we were." Usually, I'm not a fan of history, I dreaded my tutoring lessons about the colonial, revolutionary, and everything that was history. But that's because I wanted the here and now. The now was that I couldn't leave home because of what I was. The here was that my aunt started to slowly grow cold towards me.

Lady comes up and gives me a mint-scented tea, and my heart aches, but I also smell some iron hint which could only mean blood. She placed the other clean mint tea to Bebe, and she sped to her wife's side and quickly pulled her up and slipped under to sit on the couch and have Bebe sit on her lap.

"Anyway, thank you, baby, about twenty years ago it was time for the Lunar Festival. It's this famous, revered ritual where only the best clan's alpha and luna along with their close family, have the right to be turned into Lycans. That time the privilege was in between the Blacks, the Blackthorne's, and the Haskins." She tells me the brief intro, but my attention peaked when she mentions the Blackthorne's.

That's Kole's family. I mean that's his last name, but she didn't need to tell me who won that privilege since she is herself a lycan. She seems to read my thought because she just smiles and just leans into Lady.

"Spoiler alert, I was the one that became a lycan. The ones that are in charge of the Lunar Festival are the Salvatores." Her tone sort of lowers when I see out of the corner of my eye Lady's fingers lightly grazing the top of Bebe's hand. It was almost an instinctual action to give her some form of comfort.

"Met them, they don't like me," I mumbled an answer, more like the Lycan King, King fucking Salvatore wants me dead don't-like-me.

"The lycan roar is a unique trait, only Lycan's possessed. It's been ancient history that the first werewolf was the right hand of the first lycan. This werewolf was human once, but because the lycan trusted this human with his life and his family's life, the lycan turned him first into a werewolf. "I've never heard of this story. I mean I've heard about the vampire lore and the vampire kings, but this whole world of the Lycans and the werewolves is new to me.

Hell, I didn't even know about me being a lycan until I was told. All my life, I thought I was a wolf, aside from turning into a wolf that one time when I was a toddler, I hadn't been able to turn into a wolf. I turn into this weird form, my nose kind of turns into this snout form and my canines along with my other teeth sharpen. But there's zero fur and zero wolf ears.

"The lycan roar is the equivalent to a vampire's sire, are also known as mind compulsion. The same rules sort of apply, the lycan roar is only effective on other werewolves and Lycans. But those Lycans need to come from the original bloodline. In other words, if you really train yourself and work hard, your lycan roar can overpower me." Bebe beams at me like a proud mama wanting her pup to succeed. But this pup right here thinks that's terrible!

"But with the vampire sire, I can't use compulsion on any noble let alone the vampire king." If he ever gets out of hiding supposedly. I know that I could use my vampire sire with middle-level vampires and the low level of vampires. The compulsion never worked on my aunt or uncle.

"You have that ability Dominyque, you're mother was from a noble family that is directly linked to being related to the first vampire, and you have royal lycan blood in you." Her words of encouragement fall on deaf ears. I'm a mutt, not a freaking supernova.

"I couldn't even save my mate from the King, I doubt I can master any of these sires or roars that you mention," I mumble to them, and Bebe moves away from Lady's lap and sits next to me reaching over to comb my red wine hair behind my ear.

"I was there when you were born." She whispers to me, and I turned to look at her soft blue eyes; there was this puzzled look in my eyes.

"Your mother was so happy to have you, the minute she looked into your eyes; it's like she fell for the mate bond all over again." I could see her blue eyes growing a bit misty, and I couldn't help to feel it too.

"I told her that I could stay by her side, and keep you both in hiding. I was a newborn lycan, and I could run from my duties to be with her and you." Her voice seemed to waver as her fingers just twirled a strand of my hair.

"She gave me her signature pout and huffed. I am her mother, I have the strength to keep her safe. Besides, don't you see her eyes? Those are her father's eyes, and I know that she's going to be a badass woman when she grows up." Bebe scoffed, and a light trickle of a tear slid down her cheek as she remembered the past.

My heart swelled, and the bleeding vein that hasn't been cauterized since the Lycan King was now healing. My mother didn't see a mutt, she saw me as her baby and my father's kin. Blood or race didn't matter to her because she loved me and protected me until the end.

"I see you know Dom, and I knew the name I gave you was the perfect name for you. You're not done in growing up, and you're already becoming this strong woman worthy of a mate and worthy to exist. Tyson needs to learn that either the hard way or the bloody way." There was this fire in Bebe's eyes that I hadn't seen since I've come here. Those eyes weren't of a will to fight, they were darker, making her soft blue eyes hardened. This was personal for her.

I take a moment to wipe away the trickling tears, to take in my mother's words of me. To fully digest the fact of who I am and who my parents were. I couldn't guarantee to be filling my parents' shoes, but I am going to stop crying about my wounded ego.

"Alright, I choose the bloody way." The strength in my voice was back, I was not going to let the Lycan King rule over my life. And I was not going to be on the run for my life. It's my life, my mate, and my family. And I'm taking them all back.