Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Gwen chuckles and shakes her head. “Your men already placed an order for you.” She walks over to a cooler, pulling out four boxes, then sets them on the counter. I lick my lips knowing the box is filled with a variety of carrots and cream cheese.
“God, that smells good.” I tell her, my mouth already watering.
Gwen inhales and then cocks her head to the side. “I smell new shifters.”
I turn to see a few men entering the bakery just as their smell washes over me. In a panic, I rush past them, needing to get away. Growls fill my ears as I quickly push through the doors, leaving my boxes behind. I hear Gwen call my name, but I keep moving, wanting to get back to my three mates as fast as possible.
Before I can get more than a few steps away, I run into a wall—a wall also known as Finn. He growls louder than I’ve ever heard in my life as Forest and Flint join him on either side.
“Why do you smell like fear?” he asks as the three of them look around and their eyes light up on alert.
“It’s them,” I stutter.
I told my mates about my fear of wolves, that because of what happened when I was younger, I’m always afraid of the shifters.
Their faces go from angry to enraged, and I feel the protective bond of my mates surrounding me.
“We’ve been looking for you,” I hear from behind me, and a chill runs up my spine.
“You dare talk to my mate?” Flint yells as his face begins to change, his wolf pressing forward.
I stand stunned, unsure of what to do. Normally I would run, but now I’m already where I would have run to—safe in my mates’ arms.
Flint picks me up easily and puts me behind him. Forest moves around to cage me in.
In a flash, all hell breaks loose. I put my hands over my eyes as growls and snarls fill my ears. I jump when I feel a hand touch my arms, and I look up to see Gwen.
“You need to stop them, or they’ll kill them.” Gwen’s words penetrate my fear. I glance over to see my mates have them pinned to the ground and are about to rip their throats out.
“I’m pregnant!” I shout, unable to think of anything else, and I watch as my three wolves freeze. They all turn to look at me. “And I have a feeling it’s more than one.”
Forest is in front of me in a second, falling to his knees and smelling my belly. A growl comes from deep in his chest, which makes me smile as I run my hands through his hair.
I look over and see Flint pick up the two wolves who are bleeding and bang their heads together, then watch as they fall limply to the ground.
Finn stands shocked before I see his eyes start to water. I smile at him and he’s on me, picking me up and kissing me.
“You gave us this gift.” His face is so happy it makes tears come to my eyes.
“I’d give you anything,” I admit.
Since they’ve come into my life everything has been perfect. I could never see myself without them again. They are my world and make me feel like a queen. I know I can be needy and clingy, but they welcome it and seem to love it as well. These men are my other half.
I didn’t know someone could have three mates, but it all makes sense, because I need all of them to be whole.
“I can barely deal with one possessive wolf,” Gwen grumbles next to me, making me smile even bigger. I love how possessive they are, and I wouldn’t change a thing.
“Get them out of here before I kill them,” I hear Forest say, his normal playful tone now gone. I look to see Sheriff Dominic coming over and lifting the two men up. “This isn’t the first time they’ve come for her. They’re headed to shifter council.”
I grip Finn tighter. “She’s getting a spanking when we get home,” Forest says. “You don’t ever go anywhere without one of us.”
I should be mad at his comment, but I don’t want to go anywhere without them. I shouldn’t have left this morning without them to begin with. They make me feel protected and loved.
“Get my boxes,” I mumble as I bury in Finn’s neck, not wanting to leave my treats behind. “I can’t shift,” I tell them as we all move towards the car. Finn gets in, and I don’t let him go until Flint reaches for me, pulling me into his lap. I go to him easily as I wrap my body around his.
“You don’t need to shift,” Flint says, kissing the top of my head. Most shifters can shift when pregnant, but rabbits can’t.