Winters Rising

  WINTERS RISING

  The Winters

  Book One, Jax Winters

  Shannyn Leah

  Copyright © 2016 by Shannyn Leah

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Winters Rising (Lexcon Time Travel, #1)

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Epilogue

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  Dedication:

  This special dedication is for Samantha Majchrzak, the wonderful artist who designed the Winters crest for the cover of this book! She is an amazingly talented woman and a wonderful person to work with! I am excited to have her working on the next two book covers.

  Thank you Sami!

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  Prologue

  HE WAITED PATIENTLY for darkness to fall over the Victorian house and the light from each window to turn black, before he made his way across the back yard to the door.

  The cold, rainy October night had soaked through his thin cotton gown. Now he wished he’d stopped to find an outfit that suited this timeline, rather than wearing his clothes from home. Tonight wasn’t the same warm July weather he’d visited three months ago, when it had been easy to snatch a few modern pieces of clothes from a backyard.

  He wished he’d opened another gateway to raid suitable garment for this cold weather, but he didn’t have much time. The elders had been watching him closely lately and he needed to be swift about his plan. He didn’t blame the elders for their scrutiny. After all, he’d been changing the future by using future time traveling, a practice frowned upon by the elders.

  Changing the future had consumed a large amount of his time, too. His absence hadn’t gone unnoticed, but his actions were hard for them to trace, helping to set his brilliant plan.

  He would never tire of traveling into the future. Every new invention he’d encountered astounded him. The first time he’d been transported in a moving automobile, a magnificent creation for moving across the countryside on land, he’d gaped at the amount of distance it was able to cover in such a short time. Not as much distance as a rip, but still amazing.

  In another time rip, large winged contraptions called “airplanes” flew safely high in the sky, above the clouds, over oceans, moving cargo and people too far off distant lands without the help of a gateway. It blew his mind away.

  And he’d been so impressed with the telephone he’d purposely traveled back in time to spend days with Alexander watching him master his invention.

  But these were the reasons the elders warily watched him now. Their warning for him to stop time traveling the future rips hadn’t gone unheard; simply unheeded. He couldn’t recall when anyone had put them in charge. He didn’t see the need to obey their orders.

  As always, merely thinking about those travels sent a thrill of exhilaration through his blood, a desire to travel into the future more, a need to live forever. Although everyone thought eternity was impossible, the accuracy he would present to them proved the possibilities. They could live forever, travel forever, and rule the entire Lexcon community without fear of losing their position. They simply had to listen. But he knew they never would.

  So, instead, he had concocted this plan involving the brave couple that waited for him now, hidden behind the back door. They were the first step in his master plan.

  Both in their late teens, they had blindly accepted his suggestions−solidifying his plan. When they saw him, they rushed him through the hallways of the quiet house, careful not to wake anyone. The couple ushered him in and shut the door to the gatekeeper’s private library behind them.

  When they were sure no one had heard their steps, their bickering began. Their loud, evaluating whispers ticked along with the wall clock, glancing at him periodically. He heard their apprehension and worry in the tone of their voices, but didn’t miss the excitement, too. Even though this mother-to-be was a Gatekeeper, with duties and responsibilities to the position she upheld, she was also human and carried human emotions.

  “Our parents will be disappointed in us,” she said. She hadn’t started to show yet, but would any day and then it would be too late for an abortion. She’d be shipped away for a full term pregnancy as all Gatekeepers were. He anticipated the day she gave birth, the butterfly effect of his plan.

  The father-to-be put his hands on his soulmate’s arms. “He’s proved himself to us,” he assured her. “We can trust him to keep the baby safe.”

  The teary-eyed girl looked away from her soulmate and to the man who would change their lives. “You will protect my baby?” she asked, not for the first time.

  He stepped away from the shadows by the door and into the dim light above them. “Yes,” he said. “Your child will grow up to live a full and meaningful life. The future of our society. Your child will make things right where so much has gone wrong.”

  Hope filled the mother-to-be’s eyes and she wiped away the few tears that slipped down her cheek. She looked back at the father-to-be, a man she’d consummated with before she should have. This was another surprise he discovered about people in the future, they all disobeyed the laid out rules of Lexcon.

  Bonding, while intimate, seldom involved sex, but was rather a blending of the souls. Back in his time, it was rare two people would be together intimately before bonding, but here, it seemed a constant occurrence. And here, they had no idea that these babies they referred to as Unborns, were indeed born, but wasn’t that all part of his plan?

  “Okay,” she said, interrupting his thoughts. “Tell us what we have to do.”

  A wickedly wonderful feeling pulsed through him at her acceptance of his plan. He had been smart to leave out a few minor details, like her death, but sacrifice for the bigger future outweighed her right to know.

  Once Lexcon was his, why couldn’t he rule earth too?

  He put his arms around both of them. “Alright, listen closely...”

  The people on earth, who were not part of the secret society of Lexcon, the community who made sure time remained untainted, would soon learn of Lexcon and the powers it held.

  Chapter One

  SHE CLIMBED OUT of bed before the crack of dawn and before he rolled over to wish her a good morning
. Like that was ever going to happen again. A good morning. Ha!

  Pulling on her jeans, Brea glanced at her husband, Jax Winters sprawled out in his king-size bed. The magnificent mahogany was hand brushed with gold accents, and had likely been in his family forever...just like the rest of Brea’s life was now fated to be: in his family forever.

  A soft glow radiated from antique sconce lights outside the bedroom window, casting a golden illumination across the bed...across him. She swore he purposely slept with the sheets only inches below his waist on purpose, showing off his defined pelvic muscles simply to bait her, to lure her undeniable spirit, and forcing her to make the next move.

  But he could look forward to a long string of chilly nights because Brea wasn’t easily baited.

  She felt her body warm and her mouth grow dry, betraying her. Her soul yearned for him, but she would not bow down.

  For a brief moment, while the sun was still below the horizon, she envisioned his sleepy morning grin. It was adorable, no denying it, and lazy, like his morning routine: wake up and run his fingers through his thick, dark, wavy hair. It usually followed with Jax leaning across the kitchen island counter wearing only his briefs, sipping black coffee and flipping through the paper, waiting for the rest of the house to wake up for breakfast. His overgrown hair and the scruff around his distinct jaw line suited his personality. His eyes melted her good sense away, especially in the morning. They were drowsy, sparkling gems, but the color of the most brilliant emeralds.

  Why couldn’t she have been destined to an ugly man, making it easy to resist him? Jax was gorgeous and sexy, with a hint of arrogance, a feature even she found attractive and repulsed by at the same time.

  But still, she had denied him and had pushed him away time and again, refusing their bond.

  Some called her destiny a great privilege. She called it doomed to a cage with no key.

  Winters.

  Brea would never get used to her new name, or her new supposed family. What a bland last name for a family of Gatekeepers. Winters. The Sterling Gatekeepers from the south, the Eastons Gatekeepers from the east, or even the Nightendale Gatekeepers from the north, all had superior sounding surnames, and all four were as equally significant in the Lexcon ranking.

  Brea was not a Gatekeeper, but only a lowly Second. Gatekeepers and Seconds bloodlines ran from the first ancestors of Lexcon, an elite, secret society, unknown to human men. Those who were born bearing the birthmark of their status followed the fate of their marks. Gatekeepers branded the birthmark to time-travel through the rips of time. Seconds, the mark deeming they served the Gatekeepers. The progression of order had been developed from the beginning of time and even in the twenty-first century it still remained. Gatekeepers and Seconds were governed by Council, who resided on earth, and they, in turn obeyed the Elders who remained in a time rip of Lexcon.

  Gatekeepers, like Jax, held the highest ranking jobs. Each descendant born and raised to ensure time remained untainted and unchanged. If the past became altered, a Gatekeeper trio of siblings were sent back in time by the elders of Lexcon to repair it.

  They were like superheroes, admired by the insignificant members, the Seconds, of Lexcon.

  Well...most Seconds. Brea wouldn’t doubt Seconds thought the Gatekeepers actually wore capes on their missions...not that she could confirm or deny whether they did. But the hush-hush community kept the Seconds in the dark about the lives of the Gatekeepers−something Brea had resented from early on.

  Brea could feel her resentment rising now, before the sun, and dark like the hour, while foreseeing another long, excruciating day.

  Jax might be the Winters first born son, highly respected, highly groveled at by the women who drooled over such power, with their obvious stares and unmistakable lip licking, carrying jealousy they hadn’t been born with the birthmark that bonded Brea to Jax. But Brea saw him as no more than a man, not only damned in his own position as the current Key Keeper, the man who opened the gates for time ripping, but who also gave her future a grim hopelessness.

  Brea scrubbed her hand over the side of her neck where the Winters family crest branded her skin, as if enough rubbing would erase it.

  Branded. Destiny. Forever.

  Brea tore her eyes away from Jax, even his name was irritatingly sexy, and grabbed a sweater on her way out of his suite.

  Right now, she wanted to throttle her parents and two sisters for leaving her here. Abandoning her in this huge, cold mansion where all the Winters lived under one enormous roof. Three generations of the Winters family Brea was forced to face every single day, for the rest of her life.

  She clenched her fists, aggravated. If she were that close to her siblings, she would want to strangle them, lock her door and remain alone forever.

  Brea traipsed about the third floor of the west wing, down corridors carpeted with blood-red rugs over darkly stained wood floors. She trailed her hand along the velvet-papered wall and then pulled it away in disgust. Her eyes found it hard to adjust to the dim lighting from the wall sconces as she made her way down the unaccustomed hallway.

  After all, it’d only been three days.

  Her mission this morning was to locate the front door on her own before the household roared to life. A mass of servants staffed the mansion like some ancient castle, assigned to duties both indoors and out.

  Brea couldn’t handle another day of his family’s disapproving looks over Brea and Jax’s bonding not yet completed.

  Bonding. The union she didn’t want, sent cold shivers down her spine now. A union her maddening birthmark had branded her with at birth.

  Why couldn’t she have been branded to another Second? She was a Second. She liked being a Second. Sure, they weren’t the highest rank, like the intolerable Gatekeepers, and Seconds were considered nobodies until they were bonded to a Gatekeeper. But without the Winters’ mark, her future would have been her own, allowing her the opportunity to fall in love with any unmarried Second of her choice. Real love. Not branded to some oversized, macho Gatekeeper.

  Every time she doubted her duty, she felt the distinct pull from her mark to her soul, reminding her that it was her destiny and not her choice. The sensation wasn’t physically painful. It didn’t burn or itch, but rather swirled an emotional war inside her, tossing her between her obligations as a Gatekeepers wife, and her want of something entirely different.

  Brea stopped walking, feeling trapped in her own body. Everything about this situation was wrong and yet, everyone said it was right. Her parents, her teachers, her so-called friends, every person involved. And if she tried to change it, the Gatekeepers would get sent back through time to make it right. It was an impossible feat. An impossible fight.

  She looked around.

  Where was she?

  Lost, in the dark, in a house full of overruling Winters and their loyal staff.

  “I guess there was no hanky-panky last night in the Key Keepers wing...”

  Brea jumped at Gabrielle Winters’ whisper. Jax’s sister. The youngest sibling of three. Brea found her less irritating than the rest. Her smile warmer, her words less superior. But, she was still a Gatekeeper, and, so, Brea had been busted sneaking out of the house by a Winters.

  Great. A great start to another condemning day.

  Gabrielle stepped out of the shadows as Brea covered her pounding heart with a hand. Gabrielle wore a fluffy pink housecoat that hung just above her bare knees. The color contrasted with her usual lively energy. Her mass of black curls poked out in every direction, but her green eyes triggered on Brea. These Winters had a way of not backing down. They knew how to make a person squirm...like the way Brea was doing right now.

  “He’s not so bad,” Gabrielle said, in her soft, almost understanding tone.

  Of course, she would say that. They were siblings, close siblings and connected by the Gate. Each Gatekeeper from the trio had their own duties in order to time travel together. Jax was the Key Keeper. Gabrielle the Visionary. Their m
iddle brother, Declan, the Healer. They were bonded together in their own, special way. So, who was Gabrielle to judge her? Who were any of these Winters to judge her?

  Brea straightened, taking a deep breath before speaking.

  “I wouldn’t know. I’ve only met him three days ago.” Brea didn’t continue to point out that since her and Jax had said their vows, the first step in their bonding ritual, Jax had disappeared every day and not returned until night fell. Then, when he’d returned to their bed, he’d been like a cat prowling under the sheets for a midnight snack.

  He hadn’t even courted her. Gatekeepers courted their soulmates, but not Jax. Apparently, he couldn’t find time from his busy schedule for her, but thought she would jump into bed with him after less than ten complete sentences between them.

  Technically, they were sharing the same bed, but that was a whole lot of stubbornness on both their behalves.

  Gabrielle’s face turned a shade of pity, knowing Brea didn’t comprehend all that their lives entailed. “There’s a reason–”

  “I might not be a Gatekeeper, but I’m not dense,” Brea snapped, hating their vision of her.

  “I didn’t mean it like that...”

  Brea rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to fall apart in front of Gabrielle, or any of them, but the entire family treated her worse than a child.

  “Besides, when you bond, you will be a Gatekeeper,” Gabrielle said.

  Brea didn’t want to be a Gatekeeper.

  Her birthmark itched with objection, and she rubbed it again. Her hands always seemed to be drawn to it.

  Gabrielle stepped out of the way and pointed in the direction she’d just come. “Follow this hall to the end, turn right, and it will take you to the stairs which lead to the foyer.” She dropped her hands, clasping them together in front of her. “If that’s where you’re trying to go.”

  “Thank you.” Brea scurried away without another word.

  It wasn’t like Brea intended to leave forever. It wasn’t possible now, or had ever been, but she couldn’t handle looking at her birthmark every single day with the reminder that it controlled her...almost as much as the man himself. It would drive her insane. No longer under the severe scrutiny of her parents, gave her the opportunity to make the mark, which bound her to Jax, her own. She planned to do that by visiting the tattoo parlor in town.