Dearest Mother

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Maddox was nervous.

Lord Black had agreed to apparate them to America and holy crap was something he never wanted to experience again. Ever. Goddamn. With him being a vampire and Core wizard hybrid, the man had magic in spades so Orion had no need of portkeys.

The two landed in Manhattan, New York. It was the closest place to Virginia that the Black wizard had travelled to in America. So now it was up to Maddox to take them the rest of the way.

Which was what the guy so nervous.

He worked for THE Niklaus Mikaelson and he knew his tells and traits and when to step away and avoid the Original.

Orion Arcturus Black though?

Nope, no way.

This certain hybrid was an unknown. Maddox didn't know shit.

So here he was, driving the sleek black car with Lord Black sitting in the back seat. The man's piercing silver eyes were staring at the chunky ring sitting on his right middle finger. His aura was just as dangerous as the Mikaelson's, only different.

Perhaps it was the overwhelming density of Orion's Core dark magic twisted with the curse of vampiric blood.

To him, a Wiccan, it was intoxicating.

But the man made him nervous, that underlying hint of threat and intimidation was so much different to Klaus.

"What does this Mikaelson have anything to do with my Alyss?" Orion's voice was a deep English rumble from his throat.

"He's her brother by their father. Klaus has reunited with Miss Talisman and met the young Mister Black. Just recently your son lost two of his best friends, betrayed by another and is now a father himself. My boss, Klaus, loves his sister and thought she was dead. Because of that, I was sent to find you."

The hybrid hummed and swiped a thumb over the ring. His left hand came up to his throat and touched the delicate chain around his neck. Orion's mercurial eyes darted up to meet Maddox's in the rearview mirror.

"A father?!"

"Sorry, I don't know the whole story but the war in your world has been ended now, at least."

"I don't care about that war and those two idiots, Wiccan," Orion growled, "My son is now a father?"

"Yeah..." he dragged out, "Sirius definitely had a dark haired toddler in his arms last time I saw him."

Lord Black leaned back in the leather bound backseat, a small look of awe on his face. After Regulus died, Orion thought Sirius, out of sheer spite and stubbornness, would have let the main branch of the Black bloodline die with him.

It seems not, however.

Maybe it was the love for his mother.

His son really did love Alyss.

The boy was more so relieved that Walburga wasn't his mother as well.