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Freakn' Shifters

Delicate Freakn' Flower – Naomi doesn’t want to follow tradition and settle down with a violence-loving, chest thumping shapeshifter. When fate makes her meet not one, but two mates, Naomi digs her heels in and refuses to give in without a fight. Can this delicate freakn’ flower unbend her prejudices enough to recognize she needs a pair of men who can handle her thorns – and her passion? Jealous and Freakn' – For a long time now, Mitchell’s been avoiding Francine, his bratty sister’s friend. However, the girl who tortured him in his youth is all grown up, and when he sees her in the arms of another, a need to claim her overrides all his common sense. But he’s waited too long and fate has decided that he’s going to have to share. Can he accept that claiming Francine means living in a menage, or will his jealousy get in the way of happiness? Already Freakn' Mated – Meeting the woman of his dreams would have worked a lot better if she didn’t already belong to another man. But Chris wasn’t about to let something like ‘until death do us part’ keep him from claiming his woman. He’ll do anything to win his mate, including throwing his attractive cousin at the pesky husband. Freakn Out - Derrick is angry, and bitter, but with good reason. His army buddies should have left him to die instead of dragging him out of the rebel camp—and he meant drag. As if that wasn’t bad enough, fate just has to kick a wolf when he is down and send him the curvy and luscious Janine. Freakn’ Shifters is created by Eve Langlais, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Eve Langlais · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
240 Chs

Chapter 204

"Holy fuck," Ricky muttered as he watched the heart-shaped ass of his mate as she strutted away. No doubt. No mistake. The blonde cougar was his. He'd seen enough of his friends and family succumb to the mysterious mating force to know what all the symptoms in his body meant.

The lady with attitude would belong to him. Fucking awesome.

"Stop staring," growled the dog who shared the cell with him.

"Don't you talk to me like that," Ricky snarled, whipping around. "I'll stare if I like, considering it's only a matter of time before that ass is mine."

"Like hell. She's my mate, and you are not laying one stinking freakn' paw on her."

"Your mate?" Ricky laughed. "You must be mistaken, puppy. The cougar is mine."

"No."

"Yes."

"No." Stu shook his head. "Can't be. Not again."

"What do you mean not again? Not the first time your pathetic nose led you astray?" Ricky sneered.