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  Two things impress me about my new partner. First, even though Uri’s speaking a language few residents of this area likely understand, he’s mindful not to reveal anything that might implicate shifters. Secondly, and more importantly, he’s detail oriented. I won’t have to worry about solving this case on my own. Considering the depression I thought I’d beaten has decided to rear its ugly head again, that’s a huge plus.

  “It sounds as if you’re on top of things.”

  A pleased look settles on Uri’s face. He grins, revealing the tips of pointed canines. “Your accent’s a bit rusty, but with practice, it should get better.”

  “You’re lucky I even speak it.”

  “Luck has nothing to do with it. I researched you the moment I learned we’d be partners. I know where you grew up, when you came to the States, how your babies and—”

  I reach across the table and fist Uri’s shirt. “Never bring them up.” I yank Uri closer and let a low growl trickle from my mouth only he’d be able to hear. “Do you hear me? Never.”

  Without breaking my gaze, Uri nods. “I hear you.”

  “Good.” I shove away from the feline shifter, but I don’t sit. I can’t. My dead breeding partner’s screams are echoing in my head. My wolf’s mournful howl follows. I press the heels of my palms to my ears. It doesn’t help. I can’t block out the sounds. They’re in my head.

  Being back in the same county where my breeding partner died might be fucking with my mind, but it’s driving my wolf insane. The crazed animal who shares my soul wants revenge for her death. It doesn’t care that she died a lifetime ago, or that there’s nobody to punish. Who am I going to hold responsible? My unborn babies who caused her to hemorrhage?

  I need to get out of here. Go for a run or something. Anything. I’ve spent too much time thinking about the past, and my gun’s too close. I shouldn’t have brought it.

  I run a hand over my head, dislodging my hat and mussing my hair, and scan the bar. Nobody’s looking at us. My hot waitress isn’t anywhere in sight either. I breathe a sigh of relief. I don’t want her seeing me like this and thinking I’m unstable. I’m not. I’m just…

  Shit, I don’t know what I am. Lost, maybe? Looking for a reason to keep getting up every day? But, when it comes down to it, I have one, at least until this case is solved. Someone needs to pay for Benjamin Tanner’s death. After that?

  I rub my fingertips together. I swear they still tingle from touching my bold waitress’s hair.

  “We don’t need approval to explore Nic Kagan’s lands. We’re old friends. I’ll text him and tell him we’re coming over to talk to him. Get his thoughts on the murder.” I pull out some bills and shove the money into the hands of a passing waiter, who looks at me with questioning eyes. “Do me a favor. Pay Rick Lyall’s tab. Then give whatever’s left to the waitress who brought my bourbon over.”

  “This is over five hundred dollars! I can’t—” The human tries to hand the money back.

  “Yes, you can.” I curl his fingers around the cash. “Tell her it’s for saving me tonight.”

  “Let’s go.” Uri hands me my beanie, then heads to the front door.

  I follow, but the sensation of someone watching me stops me. My heart races. Anticipation grips me. I glance over my shoulder. A glimpse of red hair is all I see before my hot waitress slips into the kitchen, but it’s enough to set my path. With the effect she has on my mind and my dick, she’ll be the perfect distraction from my memories when I’m in town.

  At least until she finds herself a worthy mate. Then it’ll be me and the bourbon again.

  Chapter 2

  Mya

  With a white-knuckled grip, I fist the steering wheel of my prized possession, a ten-year-old minivan I bought with the money I won from a raffle at the Black Widow a few years back. I’m pretty sure the contest was rigged in my favor, but I never questioned it. I sent a little prayer to the goddesses for leading me to my human pack, the group of people who fill the roles my birth pack should’ve held if they’d lived.

  Tonight, I can’t help repeating my prayer. After a crazy, busy night filled with nonstop customers, including a blue-eyed drunk who managed to arouse me, it’s now snowing. The temperature is dropping too. If I didn’t have this van, I’d be slipping and sliding my way home on foot. In my condition, I can’t risk a fall. Todd would beat the shit out of me if I lost these babies before we learn their sex.

  Lips pressed in a thin line, I tap the breaks. The van skids. My heart races. Dammit! Getting into an accident isn’t an option either. My girls need me. The goddesses know my breeding partner doesn’t give a shit about them. They were born the wrong gender.

  I blow out a slow breath and drop the transmission into a lower gear. The engine makes a groaning noise, but the van slows. I manage the turn into my apartment’s parking lot without hitting anything.

  The crunching sound of coal ashes under my tires makes me smile. My landlords, a childless human couple who view me as their substitute daughter, likely scattered the cheap alternative to ice melt for my benefit. They knew I’d be working late tonight and cautioned me to be safe driving home.

  “Good enough.”

  I maneuver into the closest spot and get out. Snowflakes hit my exposed skin. I forgot my jacket. Again. Darn it. I know better. Humans expect certain behaviors. Wearing a coat when the temperature is below freezing is one of them. I can only use the “I was in a rush” excuse so many times.

  Thankfully, this late at night, I shouldn’t run into anyone. That’s a good thing. I’m too edgy to talk. I can’t pinpoint why either. I just feel unsettled. Maybe a little sad. It happens sometimes, especially when I’m reminded that I’m not free to do what I want.

  With a click, I lock the doors and circle the van, using the hood to steady myself, then inch my way across the lot. My wolf stirs, rising from the depths of my psyche where she normally hovers like a protective friend. Her low growl echoes within me, freezing me in place. Danger’s close. I don’t doubt my wolf’s assessment, but my gut tells me this threat is one I’ll never escape.

  I scan the parking lot, looking for Todd’s old, rusted pickup. It’s nowhere in sight, but that doesn’t mean I’m safe. I live close enough to the woods that my breeding partner might’ve traveled here in his wolf form. If he did, he’s here for only one thing.

  Sex.

  My stomach heaves. Bile burns my throat. I press my fisted hand to my mouth and fight the urge to throw up. It’s hard. I hate when he touches me. I feel dirty. Used.

  Angry.

  I focus on my rage, channeling the emotion that’s kept me going for years. The nausea dims. My wolf pushes against my psyche, reminding me I’m not alone. If Todd tries to touch me, I can fight him. By breeding law, I’m only required to submit to him on the night of the full moon. If my neighbors hear me screaming, they’ll call the cops. They have before.

  Feeling stronger, I drop my hand and make my way to the door. Todd steps from the shadows. A red flannel and ripped jeans cover the heavily muscled body I should appreciate, at least according to Todd. I don’t. Never did. He’s the one who chased me. Seduced me.

  Turned me into his breeding partner against my will.

  My wolf renews her efforts to get free at the reminder of the sleazy way he bound me to him, getting me so drunk I could barely stand, let alone resist him. I shove her back. I understand my wolf’s anger. I really do, but even if my life was threatened, I could never shift here. My neighbors don’t know what I am.

  I stop walking and close my eyes, allowing my mind to fade into my wolf’s realm. Maybe not the smartest thing considering the circumstances, but for all Todd’s faults, he won’t kill me. Not until I bear him a son, anyway. After that? Yeah, I don’t want to think about my fate once I deliver a boy. Soothing my wolf in this instant is all that matters. I can’t deal with Todd while my wolf is trying to claw her way out of my body.

  Humming softly, I run a metaphysical hand down her flank. She sna
ps at me, then exposes her fangs on a low, vicious growl. I ease my hand back. A disappointed sigh slips from my lips. While we share the same soul and body, we don’t always get along. Looks like this is one of those times. Not that I’m surprised. She’s made it very clear how she feels about our breeding partner.

  My wolf lowers her head. Her body tenses. I sense her intent. If she attacks me, wounding me while I’m in her territory, she has a chance of taking over our shared body. As much as I want to give her freedom, I can’t. She’ll kill Todd. While a life without him would be heavenly, I’d go to jail. Then my kids would be alone. Not happening.

  She leaps at me. I slam a wall between us, cutting her off.

  Guilt chokes me. My wolf only wants to protect me. I’ll have to make it up to her somehow. Maybe go for a run in the woods. I’m long overdue for some alone time. The resolve calms me.

  I meet Todd’s gray eyes. “Were you up visiting Peyton and Rey?”

  Todd glances over his shoulder at my apartment building. He snorts. “I hadn’t thought of it.”

  Of course he wouldn’t have. Honestly, I should be happy he didn’t. He curses around my daughters and calls them cruel names if they’re a little rambunctious. Peyton and Rey’s plea to skip preschool next week is still bothering me, however. Their class is making Christmas presents for their dads. Todd refuses to let them call him by that name. He’s Todd to them. That’s it. He won’t even let them take his surname. They have mine. Together, we’re a pack of three and pitied by all.

  I hate that he’s such a jerk. I can’t do anything about it. This is our life. There’s no escaping it. Todd has mating law on his side. We’re his possessions. Literally. Even if he doesn’t want us and we don’t want him.

  “Then why are you here?” I motion to the moon. The clouds hide it, but I can feel its pull. I’m connected to it. “The full moon is almost two weeks away.”

  The full moon is the only time I have to submit to him, but if this pregnancy is anything like the last one, he won’t be around until I’m fertile again. He complains that sex with me isn’t fun. I just lie there and won’t even kiss him back. Makes me laugh every time he goes on a rant, because I do lie there, unmoving and counting the minutes until he orgasms. Heck, if he wanted a breeding partner who willingly desired his touch, he should’ve picked another girl.

  Todd turns his attention to me, slowly sweeping his gaze down my body. A chill runs through me in the wake of his lewd inspection. Dammit, I don’t want to deal with this tonight. I just want to crawl into my bed. Alone. I have a double shift tomorrow.

  “I came to make sure the mother of my children made it home safe. The roads were icy tonight.” Todd walks toward me. His gaze drifts to my chest. He licks his bottom lip. “I didn’t want you to get hurt or anything.”

  The crackle and crunch of his footsteps on the coal ashes sounds ominous. I lock my knees and fight to keep my breath even. Without my wolf to protect me, I sense him. His lust slithers over me, along with his disgust. Todd hates me as much as he desires me.

  I squeeze my eyelids closed and swallow against the bitter taste in my mouth. “Because I’m pregnant.”

  Todd moves my hair away from my neck and presses his lips to my skin. “Oh, my ignorant little female, I thought we clarified this the last time I knocked you up. You’re a vessel. Only. Do not try to romanticize our relationship or make yourself feel important. My sons you’re carrying are all that matter. How their growth and development affects you means nothing to me.”

  I clench my jaw, fighting the slew of curse words I want to hurl at this bastard. They won’t help. Nothing will. “You don’t know if the babies I’m carrying are boys or girls.”

  Todd slips his hand around my waist and covers my belly. “You do, though. Don’t you, Mya?”

  “Not yet. I’m barely six weeks.”

  “Females can sense these things early on.” He steps closer to me, locking me to his chest. “You did the last time.”

  And the moment he’d learned the truth, he kicked me off his pack’s lands. I was ecstatic to get away from him, until reality set in. Being penniless, pregnant, and homeless in a town where I knew only a handful of people—all humans—nearly broke me.

  My anger flares, eroding the barrier I’d erected between me and my wolf. Her muted snarl reaches me. I blow out a breath and conjure my girls’ faces. Their smiles strengthen me. They’re happy, despite having a loser father. Heck, so am I. I have my job, my apartment, and my odd mix of humans and lone shifters who’ve stepped in to act as my family. I’m okay. Better than okay. People love me and my daughters. I don’t need Todd’s concern. He’s a sperm donor, nothing more.

  “I was seven, almost eight weeks when I sensed their gender last time. I won’t know any earlier this time around.” I turn in his embrace and press my palms to Todd’s chest, keeping the slight distance between our bodies. “You know that. Now, tell me the real reason you’re here, or I’ll start screaming.”

  Todd leans over me. His shoulder-length black hair falls forward, and his garlic and cigarette scented breath bathes my face. My stomach does another flip. I ignore my growing nausea made worse by my pregnancy hormones and shove hard against his chest, breaking his hold on me.

  I stumble backward, but manage to keep my footing. “Enough with the dominance shit, Todd. You own me. I haven’t forgotten that. I also haven’t forgotten that I’m living on my own because you don’t want us to get in the way of your lifestyle.”

  “Exactly. You should be grateful I care enough about your feelings that I don’t flaunt my lovers in front of you.”

  “I should be grateful!” I laugh. “Bullshit. You’re the one who should be grateful that I’ve got a job that lets me support the children you forced me to conceive. Otherwise, we’d have to move into your home, whether you want us around or not. Once I show up at your pack’s circle with our daughters in tow, your new alpha won’t allow you to ignore us or let us starve. You’d have to support us instead of your whores or throw your money away on whatever it is you do in your free time.”

  Todd bares his fangs at me. “That fucking cock-lover shouldn’t even be leading our pack!”

  Nope. I’m not going to bother getting into an argument about Ethan Jager, or his mates, Hannah and Noah. They’re the rightful leaders of Todd’s pack. End of story. Their old alpha, Michael Tanner, recognized that. It’s why Michael handed over their pack’s spirit without a fight. Sure, there might’ve been extenuating circumstances, but it’s none of my business. Neither is Ethan’s sex life. At least he’s enjoying his.

  “What do you want, Todd?” I keep my voice as calm as possible. I really don’t want this to spiral out of control. My neighbors already hate Todd and lecture me constantly about seeing him. Explaining that I have no choice isn’t an option. Shifter biology that limits fertility to bonded couples only and mating law that gives males complete control over their partners isn’t something I can share with my human friends. Only my shifter friends know my situation, and they pity me for it.

  Todd walks around me. Without looking at me, he runs a hand over his head. “I need money.”

  I glare at Todd’s back through narrowed eyes. “What makes you think I’d give you any? You’ve never given me a cent, even when I’ve begged you for money to buy diapers and food!”

  Todd rushes forward and grabs my neck, squeezing tight enough to make my eyes water. I grasp his wrist, trying to pry him off, but I can’t break his grip. He’s too strong.

  “Don’t you ever talk to me like that.” Todd shakes me. My nostrils flare on my quicker breaths. “I own you. Do not forget that.”

  “How can I? You remind me constantly.” I force the words out even when breathing hurts.

  “Then obviously I’m not being clear enough.” Todd leans closer to me. “Every penny you earn belongs to me. I’ve been kind enough to allow you to keep it. That can change at any time.”

  “If you take my paycheck, how will I survive on my
own?”

  Todd’s stinky, hot breath heats my skin. “Not my problem.”

  “But it is.” I lick my lips, trying to stay calm. I don’t know what’s going on that’s left Todd on edge, but it’s got to be bad. “If I can’t feed Peyton and Rey, I’ll have to move to your home, and you don’t want my ugly pale face anywhere near you.” I repeat one of the many cruel things he said to me as he ordered me away from his pack lands.

  Todd eases his hand from around my neck. I drag in a deep breath and rub at my tender skin. No doubt it’s bruised. At least my strong shifter genetics will keep the ugly mark from lasting past the morning. I’m grateful for my quick healing abilities too. Otherwise, my neighbors would be calling the cops constantly. Smacking me around is one of Todd’s favorite pastimes. Of course, it’s my fault he loses his temper. At least that’s what he tells me.

  “You’re right.” Todd looks at the windows of my apartment. “I also don’t want those little brats underfoot.”

  “Then work another shift at the lumber mill or something if you need money.”

  “The new boss won’t give me extra hours. Fucking prick says he has to give those to males with families to support.”

  Because every shifter in a three-county area knows I’m on my own. I squeeze the bridge of my nose. “I don’t have any money. Even if I did, I need to save up for formula and diapers.”

  “You can breastfeed and use cloth diapers. Those don’t cost much.”

  Yeah, because I have so much time to pump and constantly wash dirty diapers. I shake my head. Why do I even bother? “Look Todd, I don’t want to argue with you, but I don’t have any money.”