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Mind Scrambler

Years ago, empath Elijah Long made a bad decision, and he is still paying for it. He’s kept hidden from his abusive werewolf ex for years, but when he wakes in a dark room, cuffed to a wall, he knows he’s out of luck. Elora, his psychic sister, will come for him, he just has to endure long enough to give her a chance to find him.<br><br>Captain Kol Jaecar of Rockshade’s Paranormal Investigations Department detests slow times at work, so when Elora wants time off to search for her brother, Kol treats it as if it’s a real case and starts an investigation. What he assumed was a brother not picking up when his sister called turns out to be something else.<br><br>Elijah experiences people’s emotions so strongly, it prohibits him from living a normal life. Spending time in the city is out of the question, yet it’s where Elora takes him once she finds him. Elijah does his best to keep his distance, especially from the growling man Elora brought to his rescue. Elijah will never make the mistake of getting close to a shifter again.<br><br>The moment Kol smells Elijah, he knows he’s his mate, but how to get close to someone who doesn’t want to be near you? The man who abused Elijah is still on the loose, and Kol calls in the entire team to hunt him down. But how are they to keep Elijah safe when he can’t be around people? And how will Kol stay sane if he can’t touch his mate?

Ofelia Gr?nd · LGBT+
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Chapter 21

Sandy shrugged. “I called him, and he should be here any minute.”

Kol heard footsteps before the scent of day-old booze and coffee reached him. A large man with a bushy dark beard and bloodshot eyes appeared in the doorway. “Sorry to interrupt.”

Sandy flew out of his chair and was hugging the stranger seconds later. Kol assumed this was the infamous Ulfgangur Hunter.

“You stink.”

Ulf grunted. “You woke me. I haven’t showered.”

“For a week? Do you live in a pub, you smell like old whiskey and ashtray.” Sandy rubbed his nose.

“Nice to see you too.”

Kol took a breath, preparing to say something to get their focus, but Ric was quicker. “Stop fucking around, we have work to do.”

Sandy and Ulf looked at each other. “He’s such a bore,” Ulf muttered before clapping Sandy on the arm right as he was getting a little see-through. Kol could tell the second he noticed, all muscles tensed and the hungover, sleepy man was replaced by an alert wolf. It calmed Kol to see he had some edge.