Their Controlled Chaos - Milly Taiden Page 0,1
human. Just because someone in your family tree somewhere had magic that you now have, doesn’t make you any less human.”
“I guess.” Jinelle thought about it for a little while. “What’s the catch?” Nothing, as far as I know. If they don’t have surrogates to help them repopulate the planet, then their race will go extinct, eventually. This is their way to ensure they have a future.” Mora set her phone down and grinned at Jinelle. “So. Are you going to check it out? Go to another planet and have alien shifter babies?”
Jinelle laughed. “Well, when you put it that way.”
“It’s worth looking into. What else are you going to do with your life? At least this will give you a way to pay it forward.” Mora watched with anticipation of her answer.
Jinelle studied her friend. “How do you know about this?”
She shrugged. “I hear stuff. The paranormal communities have all the best gossip.”
“But I’ll be leaving you.”
Picking up one of the square pillows from behind her, Mora threw it at Jinelle. “Don’t use me as an excuse to stay here. I feel that this is right for you.”
Mora, like most witches, had a strong intuition. Not like a seer, but they had “feelings” about things that were very rarely wrong. And if she had a feeling that Jinelle should check out the surrogate program, then she’d do it.
What would it hurt to see if she was a candidate or not?
Chapter One
Dearia, present day
“You got a package from Earth.”
Jinelle whirled around, her heart rate picked up with excitement from receiving gifts from her BFF on Earth. Of course, getting things from Earth, to where she now lived on Dearia—another planet, in another galaxy—gave snail mail a totally new meaning. It sometimes took a month or longer to get packages and letters. However, the shifters who lived on the beautiful alien planet had the technology to speed up space travel from planet to planet.
She held her hand out for the package, but Harland—one of her hottie wolf mates—stepped back and shook the box. “I wonder what this one has in it.”
“Hey! Don’t shake it.” She lunged for him.
When he turned playfully, like he wasn’t going to give her the box, she poked him on the ribs. He grunted and jerked to the side. “Don’t start shit. I’ll have you bent over the couch.”
Desire flared deep inside her at his words. She’d been bent over things by him before. It always ended with her having a mind-blowing orgasm, or four. She took the box from him and rushed to sit on the couch.
Mora sent little pieces of home. Over the last several months, she’d been going through Jinelle’s house, and her grandparent’s things. She and Mora agreed that it was best to sell the house. Jinelle told her to split the money from the sale between the coven and a charity of Mora’s choosing. Jinelle didn’t need the money, the surrogate program paid for her housing, food, and anything else she needed on Daeria.
Then there were her guys—Turk and Harland, two of the Wintervale Pack enforcers. They pampered her and were constantly buying her things. It didn’t matter that she reminded them several times a day that she didn’t need pampering.
Harland sat next to her and watched her open the box. “Who’s sending you gifts? You don’t have a human mate on Earth, do you?”
She laughed out loud and pushed him playfully. “I’m too weird for human men.”
He leaned in and nipped her ear. “You are not weird. Who’s sending you gifts?”
Glancing up at him, she narrowed her eyes, while her lips curved into a smile. He was jealous. Not in a negative way, but a curious kind of way. “My best friend, Mora. She’s a witch and is cleaning out my family home.”
An ache formed in her chest. It’d been months since she’d thought about her life on Earth. Her lonely pathetic life. Well it hadn't always been lonely. She had her grandparents until they passed away a little over a year ago. And there was Mora.
Harland cupped her chin and lifted it, forcing her to meet his stare. “What is it?”
She kissed his lips softly, then went back to opening the box. “A little more than a year before arriving here, I lost my grandmother. A few months before that my grandfather passed away. Mora was my glue for a while. Her family and the coven also helped me with controlling my chaos.”
“How long have you had your powers?”
She shrugged.