A Claim of Fortune (Shifter City Fated Mates, #3)

by Jaymin Eve

“You could have been my salvation,” Finley choked out, a note of sorrow underlining his anger. “Instead, you broke me just as badly as the other shifters in my life who were supposed to love me.”

Hunter’s voice was all growl: “You’re going to be the fucking death of me, Emmeline. And the death of anyone who touched you when you were away from us.”

“And what revelation are you referring to, Emmeline?” When my full name spilled from the harsh lines of his lips, I swallowed hard. He was even angrier than I’d realized. “The revelation that when I left the cameras off during your prank, so I could experience it without any spoilers, it resulted in you being kidnapped and forcibly bonded. Or are you referring to the revelation that the shifter who forcibly bonded you wears my fucking face? A shifter who was clearly the call I felt to return to my place of birth all those years ago, and he was out there plotting against us the whole time.” His breaths grew heavier, and I was sweating from the heat in the air. “Or maybe it’s the revelation that if I hadn’t stopped Hunter from tearing Fletcher into pieces years ago, you wouldn’t be crumbling inside.” There was another pause, and I searched desperately for what to say to reassure him that none of this was his fault. “I promised I would keep you safe,” he continued, “and then you were taken under my watch and hurt worse than ever. There’s not much I can say about how I’m handling all of these revelations.”

My poor Sladdy!

“The omega is mine,” Talon said, enunciating each word so clearly that he hit every damn letter. “Mine to keep. To protect. To claim. To use as needed. Mine! And a dragon does not hurt what is his.”

Almost perfect

As his thrusts got faster, so did Kellan’s tongue, and he must have been near drowning down there, with Hunter’s balls slapping him in the forehead—not that it appeared to bother him. These alphas might not be into each other sexually, but they were secure enough in themselves not to be bothered by sharing this way.

😂😂😂😅

“And my dragon’s dick is barbed. It’s designed to hook on to his mate, so we can stay inside until we’ve bred to our satisfaction. My piercings are in the exact same position, so it depends how technical you want to get in coming across in my other form.”

Well, alright then😅😅

“This is Emmeline,” I said, meeting each of their stares. Most of them looked away, unable to handle the dominance of my beast. “We protect her with our lives. If anything happens to her, I will destroy the fucking world. Understand?”

Nope. The bastard stalked after me, and his smirk forced my panties to identify as a sponge and soak up arousal like it was their full-time job. Keep up the great work.

Reading was the foreplay I didn’t know I needed in my life.

Slade shrugged. “I only care about you and this pack. Everyone else could fade from existence and I wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep.” Okay, I was in love with my psycho stalker of a scent match.

“We all look at her that way,” Slade murmured, his voice so like my own. Dragon touched. “Like we would not only watch the world burn for her but be the fuckers who razed it to the ground.”

“Well, Father, it appears we have a common enemy. We accept your advice and help, and we will figure out how to take them down together.” Alpha energy raged around me, but no one countered my statement. If what Constantine said was true, we had one chance to save ourselves and our packs. But it would require me to trust another parent. One who’d already let me down for most of my life. Goddess help us all.