Gifts of Fate [Kindred of Arkadia 7] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Alanea Alder Page B

nodded and let herself out the door.
    Ashby felt his knees give out and his mate was right there to catch him. Gabriel eased them both down
    and sat Ashby between his legs on the foyer floor. He wrapped his arms around his mate to touch their son.
    “I should be furious with you for making this kind of decision without me, I just can’t find it in me. Not
    while holding our son. You made this happen for us.” Ashby’s heart felt like it was about to burst he was so
    happy.
    “A fennec fox with blonde curls, mon petite ange . My little angel,” Gabriel whispered.
    “What will we name him?” Ashby asked, pulling the blanket back to inspect every finger and toe.
    “How about David?”
    “Or Daniel.” The twins glared at each other.
    “It should be a regal name,” Roman commented.
    “Powerful,” Baptista added, cooing at the baby.
    “How about Arthur?” Ashby asked. Gabriel nodded.
    “He was a fine man.”
    Ashby’s head turned up to his mate his mouth open.
    “You knew King Arthur?” Gabriel just smiled.
    “I think that is a perfect name.” Kurt, like most of the coven, was already smitten with their infant
    prince.
    “Did you hear that? You are now Arthur Mikhail Fairfax.” Ashby held the baby close. He heard
    Gabriel’s breath catch.
    “Are you sure?” he asked.
    Ashby nodded.
    “That’s regal and powerful all right,” David snorted.
    “You nailed it.” Daniel laughed.
    “Welcome to our coven, my son,” Gabriel said, his voice thick with emotion.
    “Welcome home, Prince Arthur!” The coven celebrated around them. Ashby turned an impish face to
    his mate.
    “That will never, ever get old.”
    Chapter 7

    Connor

    Dec 23rd Morning

    “Giddey where in the hell are you?” Connor heard his mate yell into her cell phone.
    “Oh Madison, you know I couldn’t miss the Fireman’s Ball. They expect me every year,” Giddey
    drawled.
    “I need you here, like yesterday. I have casework piling up all over the place. Do you have any idea
    how many outdated laws I’m tackling?” Madison demanded. Connor heard a loud sigh.
    “Madison…”
    “Don’t Madison me, mister. When is your flight?”
    “Hmm my flight.”
    “You haven’t booked it yet, have you?” Madison’s voice got cold.
    “I was going to that day you called but then I had to list the apartment and then box up my things. Did
    they show up?” Giddey asked. Connor snorted.
    “Yes all fifty-two of them, all of them say either clothes or shoes. You’ll need an entire room just for
    your clothes!”
    “Duuuh. Why do you think I insisted on a two-bedroom apartment, even though the rent in New York
    is criminal?”
    “Flight information. You better be booking as we speak on your iPad!” Madison yelled.
    “Touchy, touchy. What’s the matter, hun, your bear not giving up the loving?”
    Connor choked as his coffee went down the wrong way.
    “For your information my bear is hung like a horse lord and can fuck like a porn star,” Madison
    quipped. Connor stared at his mate in shock.
    “Get it, girl! I can’t wait to meet those hot lions you told me about.”
    “Then hurry up and get here already.”
    “Fine! I’ve booked my flight for after New Year’s, no way am I missing that. There, I’ve emailed you
    my info. Happy now?”
    “Yes. Miss you drama queen.”
    “Miss you too, ballbuster. Merry Christmas.”
    “Merry Christmas.” Madison ended the call and flopped back next to Connor on their sofa.
    “Hung like a horse lord and can fuck like a porn star?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
    “It’s true.” She grinned at her mate. Connor was leaning in for a kiss when his cell phone started
    ringing. Sighing, he answered.
    “Hello.”
    “Hey Professor.” Connor sat up. It was Baron, which could only mean one thing.
    “What’s happened?”
    “An oily, sniveling excuse for a lawyer, on behalf of some wolf Alpha, petitioned the council that your
    man Rhys’s time was up two weeks ago. I’m under Council orders to