Free The Swan Who Flew After a Wolf by Scarlet Hyacinth

“It’s a very old story, and probably one few
    people remember at this time.”
    It was quite obvious that the duo wouldn’t allow them to pass just
    like that, so it came as no surprise to Paris when his mother added. “It
    concerns Paris’s parentage. His father lives here, and I think it’s time
    for them to meet.”
    “Oh.” The one word coming from Melanie spoke volumes of her
    surprise. “Can you tell us who it is?”
    “Once we’re there,” Paris said. He had no desire to hear the
    details of his conception twice since the entire tale still pissed him off.
    “If you doubt our reasons, you can have someone accompany us
    inside.”
    “You must understand that we are being extra careful, what with
    everything that’s been going on,” Jace explained. “There’s no telling
    if our enemies won’t try to take advantage of my father’s absence to
    sneak in here.”
    “I assure you this is nothing like that.” Paris’s mother shuddered.
    “I hate magical creatures.”
    That phrase seemed to be on the no-no list, as Paris saw both
    werewolves tense. “Well, if you expect to live here in the near future,
    you’ll have to get used to them,” Melanie said bitingly.

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    Paris counted to ten in his head. Really, his mother knew better
    than to say stuff like that. For crying out loud, Elder Wade’s youngest
    had just mated a magical creature, and a close friend of the family,
    Corbin Mckenna, had taken the Sidhe prince as his spouse.
    “She didn’t mean all magical creatures, just the bad ones,” he said
    lamely.
    The two werewolves didn’t seem convinced, and their questions
    stopped there, as did their attempt toward hospitality. Paris struggled
    to remain calm, telling himself that if these people decided to refuse
    them, he and his mother could just go to the elder. Of course, he knew
    his father—or rather, the man he had called a father for all his life—
    would probably be waiting. Perhaps they could just run away, find
    someplace secluded where no one would ever find them. Antarctica
    sounded nice this time of year.
    Paris dared to steal another look at Jace. The werewolf was very
    handsome, and Paris found his long-neglected libido responding to
    the man’s proximity. He forced down the lust, leashing his beast. The
    last thing he needed was to drool over the Alpha’s son. This pack
    might accept and be used to people of Paris’s sexual orientation, but
    Paris wasn’t willing to take the chance.
    At last, the car reached their destination, a large mansion that
    simply oozed power. After passing another set of gates, they parked.
    Melanie and Jace left the car first and nodded at Paris and his mother
    to follow. As Paris entered the house, a sense of trepidation hit him.
    What would he find in there? How would his real father be like?
    Would the man hate Paris and his mother?
    He was still musing over those dilemmas when they reached a
    large, luxurious office. A handsome, auburn-haired man waited at the
    desk. Paris surmised this must be Daniel, Soren’s mate.
    “Hello,” the squirrel-shifter greeted them. “I’m Daniel Wade. I
    understand you wanted to discuss something with my mate. You can
    say whatever’s on your mind to me.”

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    The words weren’t spoken arrogantly, but rather, in a matter-of-
    fact tone. Paris instantly liked Daniel. The squirrel seemed to exude a
    sense of warmth and home that Paris had never truly found anywhere.
    Paris glanced at his mother and nodded. He knew she wasn’t
    happy with these circumstances, but personally, he already felt
    comfortable with Daniel, and he thought that the squirrel might
    understand their predicament.
    “Oh, we’ve met,” Daniel said as he saw Paris’s mother. “Mrs.
    Aria Marrow, right? You’re Alpha Marrow’s mate.”
    Melanie and Jace looked shocked and uncomfortable, probably at
    not having recognized Paris’s mother from the very beginning. Then
    again, it