A Curse of Fate (Shifter City Fated Mates, #1)

by Jaymin Eve

This is dedicated to the “big boy” trend. Need a big boy? Want a big boy? I’ll give you four.

“Breathe, Emmeline,” Warrick murmured. “You know we can scent your fear and hear your heartbeat. You’re not prey. Remember that. You are not prey.”

Hunter Reeves was the most dominant, terrifying alpha I’d ever seen in my life, and considering I was in a room filled with the strongest in Golden Claw, that said a lot.

“Emmeline Anders belongs to the Reeves pack. She’ll be taken into our custody, and we’ll ensure that whatever bad habits she picked up as a rogue are corrected. She will become a productive member of our society.”

“We’re a blessed-by-the-goddess pack of scent matches, and you are the fifth of our quintet.”

“Wow, not just a pretty face. I don’t need or want your protection, but thanks for the offer. I really hope you have the day you deserve.”

They’re brothers in the true sense of the word, and they’ve always known their fifth would be a female that they share.” Fantastic. My vagina wept at the very thought. Just don’t ask me in what way.

“You smell like chocolate and honey, omega. And your wolf is such a pretty girl. You’re both the sweetest, most delicious treat I’ve ever experienced.”

“If a male shifter gets too close to you, Emmeline, I will kill them.”

Meanwhile, I had to discreetly check to make sure I hadn’t peed myself.

Emme is such a relatable FMC all things considered and I’m definitely here for it 😂

Emme made me feel like I wasn’t a complete fuck up, and for that I’d lie down on burning coals and let her use me as a walkway.

“Little omega,” he rasped. “You’re the anomaly I never saw coming and had no way to prepare for.”

“Her name is spelled with two m’s. Don’t fucking forget it again.”

“You’ve got this, Emme. You’re literally the one shifter who can walk into his rage and come out the other side unharmed. Don’t fear your alpha.”

Four dark letters marked his skin: MINE. Below this cursive script was a detailed open jaw of a wolf, fangs visible as if it lunged for an attack. The word and wolf’s jaw were angled in a way that followed the curve of his thumb to his pointer finger.

“You told me you needed a collar with my claim on it, little omega,” he drawled, applying just enough pressure that I groaned. “I quite enjoy the idea of everyone knowing who you belong to.”

“Easy. You’ll never be alone again. I will follow you to the ends of this world and into the next, Emme. There’s no point to this life without you in it.”

“He’s a dragon. Slade Riverson is a dragon shifter, hence why no one fucks with him. Ever. Ever ever ever.”

Kellan woke up every morning and chose violence with this chat, and it was kind of growing on me.

I’d never be embarrassed to show up for my girl. If you weren’t a little obsessed, was she even your mate?

Her smile turned wistful, and I was fucking done. Goddess be damned, this shifter was my beginning and absolute end.

Kellan drank his green concoction that smelled like sadness and lawn clippings, while I ate the two chocolate eclairs, because we all had our roles to play here.