Guardian Wolf Ch. 06

"Hello," a rather tired and groggy voice answered.

"Dad? It's James. Listen there has been a situation at the concert and I need some contact information from you," he said.

That got Robert Wolfe's attention and he perked up immediately.

"Are you and Rachel okay? Are either of you hurt?" he asked with some worry in his voice.

"We're fine. Listen, Jessica Hamilton was at the concert with Robert Buchanan tonight. Jessica fell in the bathroom and hit her head. We are afraid she may have a concussion so Robby took her to the hospital. What I need from you is Mr. Hamilton's contact information. He needs to know where his daughter is so he doesn't worry," James said.

Robert smiled to himself in the darkness next to his mate. He wiped the last of the sleep from his eyes and turned on the bed side lamp that was on the night stand. He was proud of his son taking time away from his honeymoon to help somebody else; it was a good trait to have as a future Alpha. He was also proud of young Robby. He knew of the boy through his father Abraham. They were old friends and played golf regularly at the country club. Abraham was always ready with new information about his son and how proud he was of his boy. He was often given to bragging about his son's scholastic and athletic achievements, but Robert did not mind in the least. He bragged just as much about James and his other children.

Robert reached into the top drawer of the nightstand and took out his tablet computer; he had a lot of business contacts stored on it and one of them was Augustus Hamilton. Robert scowled as he searched for Hamilton's contact information. Augustus was not a friend of Robert's and the two had a long and bitter rivalry. It was only because of business and necessity that Robert had Augustus's number at all. In Robert's opinion, Augustus Hamilton was a pompous ass who put his business above all else. The man had no compassion or love for his family or his employees. The bastard never made a decision about anything before considering every angle and determining how it would suit him best. It was old news in the business community that Augustus manipulated his daughter Jessica and used her to vet corporate officers by dating the sons of potential candidates. He treated her less like a daughter and more like a beautiful chess piece.

Anna Hamilton was another matter entirely: cold, calculating, vain to a degree that Robert had never encountered in his long, long life. She spent exorbitant amounts of money on the latest fashions that lasted only a matter of weeks then haughtily degraded those around her who, in her opinion, dressed liked commoners. Maggie once remarked to him that Anna Hamilton spends more money on looking beautiful than a third world country does in an entire year, and she was still fucking ugly. Robert had thought that was one of the funniest things he had ever heard.

Robert had a feeling that Jessica resented and hated her parents more than any two people on the planet. Growing up in that life must be hell; it was no wonder her parents had rubbed off on to the poor girl. He doubted the girl had ever experienced a single moment of love in her entire life. Robert took that back, she had one solitary moment of love. And that moment only came because his big hearted step-sister Camille could not bear to watch the poor infant girl go hungry. Camille still gets red in the face and will start swearing like a sea captain at the mere mention of Anna Hamilton. If Camille could foam at the mouth (in her human form at least) she would; she hates the woman that much. Anna Hamilton's name is verboten in their household.

Robert chuckled as he retrieved the information and relayed it to his son. Robert asked that James let him know in the morning how things were going with Jessica. James promised that he would call later in the day. When James asked his father why he was laughing to himself, Robert shared his thoughts with his son.

"Um...Dad...Aunt Camille may be hearing that name a lot sometime in the future," James said hesitantly.

Robert was amused now and smiled as he asked his son, "And why is that James?"

"Um...I'm fairly certain that Jessica Hamilton is Marcus's intended mate," James almost whispered. He hated being the bearer of bad news to his father. This would not go over well with his Aunt Camille and Uncle Bill when he told them.

Robert's smile vanished immediately and images of Camille tearing Anna Hamilton slowly to shreds flashed through his mind. This could be very, very bad.

Instead of saying this, Robert was only able to squeak out a quiet, "Oh."

"Yeah," James replied just as quietly.

"Well, we will deal with that matter if and when it comes. Try to enjoy the rest of your honeymoon James. Give Rachel our love and please let us know when you reach the cabin," Robert said.

"We will Dad. We love you and will see you in about a month," James replied.

"Have fun James. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Robert warned.

"So that leaves things pretty open ended then, doesn't it?" James asked amused with his father.

"Smartass! Get off the line and let me fucking sleep!" Robert growled good-naturedly at his son.

"Night Dad! Love you, you old goat!" James laughed.

"Love you too, son. Even if you are a little shit," Robert retorted with a laugh and hung up.

As Robert hung up, Maggie stirred at the commotion.

"What was that all about?" Maggie asked her husband sleepily.

Robert shared his conversation with James and the disturbing bit of news about Jessica and Marcus.

"Oh shit! Cami is going to flip when she hears about this," Maggie said, waking up considerably.

"Then let's make sure she doesn't know about it until it is absolutely necessary," Robert said.

Maggie was in agreement with her husband. What Camille didn't know wouldn't hurt them or kill Anna Hamilton.

Maggie then looked at her husband with a coquettish smile as she opened her legs to her mate, "You need help getting back to sleep big boy?"

Robert grinned and rolled over on top of his mate. As he sunk his hardening cock into his mate he smiled an answered, "Absolutely!"

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"Your dad wasn't too upset about being woken up, was he?" Rachel asked

"Nah! It gives him a reason to wake up mom so the two of them can fuck like rabbits until they fall back to sleep," James said with a laugh.

"Doesn't the thought of your parents having sex bother you at all?" Rachel asked. The thought of her parents going at it was a little...creepy.

"Not in the least. You're in our world now, baby. Once you see the pack going at it en masse after a pack run, you get used to it real fast," James said with a chuckle. He could still remember when he was invited on his first pack run and what happened afterwards. James also remembered he discovered masturbation that very night.

"Pervert!" Rachel said as she read his thoughts.

"Guilty," James said as he picked his mate up and gave her a mind melting kiss.

James released his mate who was flushed and breathing heavily as she fought to bring her arousal back down to manageable levels. James laughed and retrieved his cell phone from his pocket. He quickly dialed the number his father had given him and waited through the dial tone.

"Hello?!?" a gruff man answered tiredly.

"Mr. Hamilton?" James asked.

"Who the fuck is this? Do you have any idea what time it is?" Augustus asked angrily.

"Yes sir, I'm afraid it is almost 1:30am. Sir, my name is James Wolfe. I was at the concert tonight with Robert Buchanan and your daughter Jessica. Sir, I'm afraid your daughter had a little accident at the concert. She fainted in the bathroom and hit her head on the floor. She is fine but Robert took her to Bellevue Medical Center so she could be evaluated for a concussion. I'm sure you appreciate the seriousness of the matter and want to meet Robert at Bellevue..." James said but was quickly interrupted.

"She's not dead is she?" Augustus asked like he was asking someone about the weather forecast.

James bristled at the man's callousness, "No sir! She is fine. She was just taken to Bellevue hospital in case she had a concussion. I'm sure she is just fine but I wanted to make sure you are aware of the situation. I imagine you want to see your daughter as quickly as poss.." James said, again being interrupted.

"Listen to me kid. Whatever you said your name was. Wolfe? Huh, you must be Robert's brat. As long as my daughter isn't dead I am not driving all the way out to Bellevue to pick her ass up. She is perfectly capable of finding her own ride home. I'm too damn tired and I am in no mood to play midnight taxi service. As long as she is not seriously injured or dead she can just wait until the morning. I will send the limo to fetch her then or she can get that black BOY to drive her home. Either way I don't give a flying fuck. Now don't call me again. You should know better than to interrupt me with something less than an emergency. Didn't that no good father of yours teach you any respect?" Augustus asked with venom in his voice.

James was losing control of his temper. Now he knew where Jessica got her caustic demeanor and racial bigotry. Her father had said boy in reference to Robert like it was a racial slur, like 'I'm gonna take that boy behind the wood shed for a good whoopin'''. James had to swallow his intense desire to lay into this uncouth man for blatantly insulting his father. Instead he simply shook his head and answered with a 'sorry to disturb you sir!' and hung up.

Rachel was also feeling angry and frustrated. Who the fuck did this Hamilton guy think he was? For the first time in her life Rachel actually felt sorry for Jessica. No wonder she was such a bitch. With parents like hers who needs enemies?

"Douche bag!" James yelled at the phone.

Rachel giggled but then turned serious, "You better call Robby and let him know he isn't coming."

"Yeah," James said as he dialed Robby's number from memory and waited through the dial tone.

"Robby? James. Listen man, the guy is not coming..."

James then proceeded to give Robert an abridged version (minus all the swearing and racial slurs) of his conversation with Mr. Hamilton.

"Fuck!" Robert swore. James and Rachel both were stunned at that. Robert Buchanan was not one for swearing.

"What is Jessica's condition?" James asked.

"The doctor said she has a mild concussion and decided to keep her for the next 36 hours for observation. They sedated her and she is sleeping quietly. I have been waiting in the hospital foyer waiting for Mr. Hamilton to show up but I guess that isn't going to happen, huh?" Robert said angrily.

"Did you call your dad to let him know what was going on?" James asked.

"Yeah. He said he was proud of me and to take as much time as I needed. I think I will call him and let him know what the situation is then head home. There is no reason for me to be here all night. I wonder if this is going to affect my father's chances for that promotion," Robert said mostly to himself.

"In my honest opinion, your dad would be better off quitting that shithead's company. If this is any indication of how he runs his business, his company is fucked. Tell Mr. Buchanan if he wants to, I can speak to my dad about open positions at one of our companies. I'm sure Dad could always use a man of your father's caliber at his company. I know they have been friends for a long time." James said.

"You would do that? But you don't even know my father," Robert said astonished at James's offer.

"It doesn't matter. I know you and my father knows your dad. Either way, you reflect well off each other. Given the opportunity, I know my dad would hire your dad in a heartbeat. Let's give him that opportunity," James said.

"Thanks man! I owe you. Mind if I ask a question?" Robert said.

"Shoot!" James said.

"Jessica was babbling on about you and Rachel being married. That is just her crazy talk, isn't it?" Robert asked.

Uh-oh. Decision time. Could they entrust Robby with one of their secrets. James looked at Rachel for confirmation. Rachel hesitated for a moment as she thought about it then smiled and nodded her head.

"We were married yesterday," James said.

"Dude! You're both just eighteen. Why are you married already? And didn't you guys hook up just last week. This doesn't make any sense to me. That isn't even long enough to get Rachel pregnant. Is Rachel pregnant?" Robert was rambling while trying to wrap his head around James's answer.

"No. Rachel is not pregnant...yet. Listen Robert, we trusted you enough with this secret to keep it to yourself. We don't want anyone who isn't wanted to know about our situation. We both like you Robby and want to trust you. Can we trust you?" James asked in all seriousness.

"I promise to you both that you can trust me implicitly. I will never reveal your secret unless you ask me to. But why keep it so secret? I think it is awesome; you two obviously belong together," Robert said.

"There is a lot that you don't know about us. There is a long history between us that has to remain secret. Maybe one day we will tell you, but for now, just accept that we won't tell you. Can you do that for us Robby," James asked.

"Of course, dude. I told you that I will not breathe a word about it and will deny it vehemently if asked. But Jessica is a different matter entirely. This will be the hot topic next week because she will be blabbing about it all over school. Your reputations are going to be in the shitter by Monday afternoon and all because that bitch won't keep her yap shut. What are you guys going to do?" Robert asked.

"We are going on an extended honeymoon for the next month. Don't ask where we are going because I won't tell you. It is important that no one knows where we are, especially anyone at school. By the time we get back most of the rumors will have died down. And don't worry about Jessica; we will take care of her eventually. Just keep your head low and out of the rumor mill. I'm sorry you had to miss the rest of the concert Robby, I know how much you like Type O Negative," James said.

James heard Robert sigh over the phone," Yeah, but what can you do? Jessica was my responsibility tonight and I can't exactly leave her on the curb of Harborview, can I? Not even if I really, really want to right now!" Robert said.

James chuckled with his friend. Harborview Medical Center in Seattle was known for its psychiatric wing. It was the local nuthouse for all the Seattleite loonies. James had to admit that Jessica would fit very well in there with the rest of the crazies. He was sure her father would even pay for a custom fit Armani straight jacket, just so his princess daughter would be crazy in style. Rachel snorted next to her mate as she listened to James's thoughts. James had to quiet her before Robert heard her laughing.

"Tell you what Robby. Since we like you so much, I will let you in on another little secret. We have all access passes tonight and we will be backstage with Peter and the gang tonight. Now I personally know Peter through other family. I will try to get the old man to sign some souvenirs for you. How does that sound as a consolation prize?" James asked. A little bribery was never a bad thing.

"You're shitting me? You know Peter Steele? Wait a minute. Peter said something about a young couple celebrating their honeymoon tonight. He was talking about you two, wasn't he?" Robert asked. James could almost hear Robert's eyes growing wide on the other end of the connection.

"No comment," James said with a chuckle.

"Hot damn! James Wolfe, you are the luckiest guy I know! You have a super- hot wife and you personally know Peter Steele. I may just ask for your autograph when you guys get back," Robby said with a laugh.

"Alright man, I will let you know if I get the goods. You head home and get some sleep. We don't want you crashing on the I-90 or nothing. We'll talk with you when we get back," James said.

"I will do that. I've had enough of the 'Jessica the Craziest Bitch in the World' show. I'm getting the hell out of here before my ass gets stuck for some damn reason. You two love birds have fun now, you hear?" Robert said with a laugh and then hung up.

After the phone call Rachel spoke up, "Was it wise for us to tell him we are married?"

"I think so. Robby is good people. I feel we can trust him. Besides, if we can't I will rearrange him into different origami shapes when we get back," James said with a laugh and a kiss to his mate.

"Let's get back to that concert," James said as he pinched his wife's ass and put his wide arms around her.

"Now you're talking!" Rachel said as he guided them back into the arena.

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The rest of the concert was spectacular. Despite all the drama that went on, they missed less than forty-five minutes of play time. However they did lose their primo spot center stage, but that was okay for James and Rachel. Just being together at the concert was enough for them. They sang all the songs together as James held his wife in front of him. Rachel swayed in time with the music, making sure to wiggle her tight rump against James's cock every time. By the time the concert ended about an hour later, James's cock was hard enough to break granite. He had to finally slap Rachel's ass and threaten to take her again in front of all the fans, but this time in a much more public setting to get her to stop. The break was only a brief intermission as Rachel stuck her tongue out at him and continued to tease her mate despite his warning. This continued until he bit down on her mating mark growling deep in his throat and pinching her nipples so hard she gasped and came against him. Rachel quit afterwards seeing as she was temporarily sated; James was left severely wanting and in agony.

As the house lights came up and the rest of the fans exited the arena, a security guard came forward and asked that all backstage pass holders form a single file line in front of him for inspection. The security guard went on with a long drawn out spiel about no flash photography, no illicit drugs or paraphernalia, and absolutely no weapons. No weapons, really? So after the mandatory lecture from the glorified mall cop and the necessary pat down, James and Rachel were allowed into the inner sanctum, the holy of holies. They walked underneath the arena into a network of tunnels that were used by celebrities and cleaning staff alike to get from one part of the arena to the other without being seen by the general public. Of course, there was a considerable difference why one would not want to be seen as a rock star and quite another as a janitor.

The security guard that had so graciously lectured to them for fifteen minutes led the small group (there were about six of them sans media) through the maze of service tunnels until they reached a large double-door room with a polished brass star on front of the door. He knocked politely on the door until he was given permission to enter. He opened the door and poked his head in and spoke briefly and politely like the paid tool that he was. He announced the arrival of the 'special' guests and asked if they were ready to receive them. Peter Steele walked up to the guard and said it was okay to let them in and to politely 'get the fuck out'. He then opened the door wide and welcomed the group in and asked them to join them.

James and Rachel took a moment to enjoy and marvel at being in the presence of Type O Negative. Even though James knew Peter personally and had met him a couple of times through his uncle Caleb, he still was a little star struck even now. Rachel, on the other hand, was completely struck out. Her eyes were wide and glazed over and her mouth hung open as she tried to say something, but little came out besides a tiny squeak. James took Rachel in hand and physically closed his mate's mouth before she started attracting flies.