Compelled (Shadow Beast Shifters, #5)

by Jaymin Eve

We ended up at a door, a nondescript wooden door that opened before I’d touched it, and words spilled out. “You fucking did this to me, you stupid, oversized beast. Of course, you would create a giant baby trying to annihilate my vagina.”

“B,” he said softly. “I’ve been waiting for you. I need to tell you something.” My throat hurt at the nickname, and not only because this pointy-fanged fucker liked to call me by my blood type—the cunt—but because I had missed hearing that smooth, sexy rasp of his voice.

Mera reached down to scoop the baby up from Shadow. He didn’t protest, but when she turned around to hold the child out to me, a rumble escaped from the beast. Mera shot him a glare over her shoulder. “Come on, you possessive bastard. You’re going to have to let her go eventually. Our daughter will be ten and unable to use her legs.” “She will be perfect,” Shadow shot back in a huff of smoke, eyes tracing from his mate down to his baby. Mera was vastly underestimating his possessiveness and how long it was going to last. This beast was a goner. We all better hope their kid liked us, or Shadow would be arranging our funerals without a second thought.

“Your animal sidekick can wait outside, princess.” I glared as hard as I could without breaking my face. “Call me that again and I will straight up murder you.”

“Do you think they’ll lose their shit at me today?” I asked, a touch concerned by what might have transpired among the masters and selected while I was unconscious at Lucien’s. “Not if they value their lives,” Lucien said simply. And there he went again, romancing me like a psychopath.

“Did you two think on your couple name?” Mera called from where she sat at the head of the table. She’d insisted it was her spot, and Shadow had indulged her with a look on his face that said he’d enjoy finishing the argument later. Naked.