Desmond growled low in his chest. He didn't like that she was looking at pictures of men, even if it was in a textbook. "I still don't get why that would turn you on." He grumbled.
"We were naked and you were asking me questions." She smiled. "I was using your cock to point out where stuff was. Only it looked like a textbook diagram." He grinned as she blushed.
"Did you just say 'cock'?" He was happy that it was his body she had been touching in her dream and Alicar was purring lustfully in his head.
"Yeah. Well that's what you told me to call it. In my dream that is." She mumbled as her blush deepened.
"Okay. I won't confuse you. You know they don't look like they do in textbooks, right?"
"I know but I've never seen one before. Not in real life."
"Okay. So do you want to see one?" She nodded without thinking, and he opened his towel. His large cock was on full display. He saw shock on her face as she lifted her hand to her lips. His was the first one she had ever seen and, while it was flaccid, it was still an impressive size. Someday, maybe not today, but someday it would go inside her pussy. "Pop quiz." He said as he dropped the towel to the floor. "Touch the urethral orifice." to his shock and delight she reached over and picked up his cock in her tiny hand. Then studying it closely she placed one tiny finger at the opening to his urethra. He smiled at her. "Jesus Christ your hands are cold." He snorted.
"No they're not!" She giggled as she got on her knees and smacked him with a pillow.
"They're like ice packs." He laughed as he backed away from her, as she lifted the pillow again. She flung the feather filled projectile and he dodged it just as a flash of lightening lit the room and a deafening clap of thunder shook the house. Desmond dove for his towel as the door slammed back against the wall hard and a blonde and pink missile shot up on to the bed and into Clarity's arms.
"Daddy!" Cynthia shouted as she wrapped her small arms around his shocked and confused mate. "Daddy when did you grow boobs? And you shrank. You're not my Daddy!" Cynthia wailed and looked frantically around the room as she tried to scoot away from Clarity. "Daddy there's a strange woman in your bed!"
She leapt into his arms forcing him to drop the towel once again. "Cynthia, princess, close your eyes while I get dressed." He gently chided the child. "Little monkey." he said as he passed Clarity a pair of black sweatpants. She pulled them on and felt the bed dip. "Okay sweety. You can open your eyes. Do you remember when I told you someday you would have a mommy too?" She nodded with a pout. "Well, this is Clarity. She's going to be your mommy." The little girl huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Clarity, this is Cynthia, my adopted daughter."
"It's nice to meet you Cynthia." Clarity smiled sweetly at Cynthia.
"Desmond is my Daddy!" She stated grumpily.
"Yes. Just because She is my mate, doesn't mean I love you any less Cynthia." He explained as he hugged her. "It just means there is more love for you." Cynthia crawled out of his lap and towards Clarity. She study the older girl a moment and seemed to decide something.
"You're mommy!" She said in a determined voice.
"Okay. And you are my beautiful baby girl." Clarity smiled. Suddenly the door flew back against the wall again and stuck this time. Clarity reached out and pulled Cynthia close to her as she watched Markus, who was frantic.
"Alpha! Cynthia is........here." He finished lamely. Cynthia squirmed, trying to free herself from Clarity's embrace.
"No baby girl. I don't know that man. Stay here with mommy." Desmond's heart sank as he realized just how much damage Timothy had done.
Cynthia pulled away from Clarity just a little. "It's okay, Mommy. I'll protect you from him." She leaned in and kissed Clarity on the cheek. He was glad that his two favorite girls were getting along. Cynthia may not have understood just how badly Clarity had been hurt by a man she had barely known but she didn't have to know. All she knew was that Clarity was terrified.
What did that mean for their relationship though? After all Clarity barely knew him either. She had met Markus the night before but had been in no state to remember him. He thought back to all that had happened. Somehow Clarity had instinctively known that Desmond would never hurt her. She had trusted him enough to beg for Timothy's worthless life. He shook his head to clear it. Maybe when Cynthia was older Clarity would explain to her what had happened and talk to her about safety.
Desmond snapped his fingers at Markus and motioned him to enter the room properly so he could introduce the two of them. "Clarity this is Markus Sutton. He was at the party last night." He said with a warm smile for his girls. Clarity scrunched up her eyes as she tried to remember him. It looked like she was in pain as she tried and he was about to tell her to stop when she spoke.
"You said Desmond should have snapped Timothy's neck for what he did." She said slowly. "I-I'm sorry. I was out of it last night. I'm having a hard time remembering anything. That was probably someone else." She shook her head and opened her eyes.
Timothy tapped his hands over his heart and inclined his head respectfully. "Luna I apologize for my failure and will remain vigilant in the future. I will not fail to protect those that are entrusted to my care again." He said strongly.
"What do you mean? I don't remember seeing you last night at all. I was with.....Timothy? I want to say that I was with Timothy Sanders. That can't be right though, can it?"
"He is not talking about that. Markus took his sister in law to the party last night. He dropped his guard and it could have ended badly for her. It's a good thing I found her when I did." Desmond cut her off. "Because he failed to protect her he has been assigned as Cynthia's Manny and has to apologize to the women of the pack for his failure and derillection of his duty."
"That seems a little harsh. Don't you think?"
"What I think is that the black market has a unique way of taking young women and selling them to the highest bidder. I think that Timothy was going to sell you as a fun time to anyone who had enough cash to pay for it. I think if he knew that Lily was two sheets to the wind and beyond drunk enough to not remember her own name he would have done the same thing to her. And, because I know how men are, I think we may not have ever seen her again because some douchbag offered her a ride home and kidnapped her to sell for a profit. But your right it's a little harsh."
"Oh right the big bad black market. As if that's real. It's a fable told to girls to scare us into being good." She said not willing to believe him as she began to fuss with Cynthia's hair. He stood up and went to the table by the fireplace. He grabbed the file on it and opened it to page one. It was a list of names and page numbers.
"Elizabeth Summers, Sarah Miller, Candice Fields, Martha Mathews, Helena Jacobson, Tracy Marks, Fiona O'Connor, Mary Stien, Matilda Jones, Samantha Carrideen, Liza and Rose Caldin, Tarry Daniels, Maria Hawkins, and there are five hundred more names on this list. But the black market isn't really. They aren't being sold to the highest bidder."
"Maybe they ran away." She shrugged.
"Do you know why these girls are in a separate file from the rest?" She shrugged and started playing with Cynthia's hair. "Because I get to call their families and tell them that they have been found. Not all of them will be going home though. I have to tell a mother who is desperately hoping for the phone to ring that she is never going to see either of her daughters again. Clarity Liza was only seven. Her little sister was five. Their nanny decided that waiting for a paycheck wasn't worth it anymore and sold them to a slave dealer for half a million dollars each." He closed his eyes and tried to control his emotions. "Lily could have been in the other file. YOU could have been in the other file. And if you think it's hard to tell a desperate mother the worst thing she can ever hear, image telling a werewolf that his mate is gone. That he will never see her again. I can't bring myself to do it."
"I'm sorry. my mom told me that it wasn't real."
"You're a good girl. And I understand her not wanting to scare you. She was trying to protect you from the horror of this reality. I have chosen to inform Cynthia of the very real danger so she can keep herself safe when she is not with me." Desmond sighed. "It's not to scare her into being good. It's so that she can make decisions to keep herself out of those files. Clarity all of the names I get are girls from our town. And that should scare everyone."
"Okay. I promise to be careful when I'm not with you."
"You're lucky. Clyde's main job in the pack is to protect you when you're not with me. But there are places he can't do that. Clarity Five of these girls went to the bathroom and were taken from it. At our school! And that makes it a thousand times worse. They were somewhere that they should have been completely safe."
"Why do you have the file?" She asked. "Shouldn't the police be looking into this?"
"They are. The pack was brought in to help find the missing girls and shut down the operation here. Any time we get close they slip through our grip." He sat in the chair. "How do you think we found these girls. Twelve families will get the news they are waiting for and one will be devastated by what I have to tell them. I am not looking forward to going to speak with them. I refuse to do this over the phone."
"Alpha! We found Four more girls." A young man said as he rushed in. "We hit them hard and fast just an hour ago and managed to take three dealers into custody. One more dead victim and three in the hospital now." He passed a bundle of papers to Desmond who sighed deeply. "At least I can tell the parents of the three that their daughters are safe. Which one is deceased?"
"Another child. Malissa Sammis. Patunia and Summer Sanderhill, and Clarissa Thompson are all being transported here. They have yet to wake up. Hold off on calling the Thompsons. Clarissa is touch and go and may not make it."
"Thank you Tom. I will be making these calls in a little bit. Keep me informed on Clarissa's condition. Markus you will be fixing the hole you put in my wall today." Desmond said dismissively waving both men away as he studied the papers. No one would ever know how much it broke his heart to have to give another death notification to the parents of a child. It was yet another future that had been snuffed out by greed. He saw the intial sellers name and that it had been her own father. He had done it to get back at his ex-wife for leaving him. He looked at Cynthia and Clarity sitting on the bed and wondered how a father could sell his own child for revenge. It was something he would never understand.