Todos os capítulos de Freakn' Shifters: Capítulo 201 - Capítulo 210

Joking about going to prison was one thing, actually setting foot in one, a completely different thing. Stu couldn't help a twinge of unease as he shuffled along the first of many gray corridors, the tether between his ankles keeping his steps short while his hands cuffed in front of him left little movement if he stumbled and fell. Chris would have said his face could use some character, but Stu preferred his nose as it was, only slightly misshapen from his numerous mishaps, usually at the other end of someone's fist. Ignoble tripping and a subsequent nose break wasn't the kind of scar he wanted to live with, or explain. Not when he knew it would end up repeated at every family gathering for the next twenty years. What happened to Stu's nose? Oh, he tripped over his big freakn' clown feet and did a face plant on concrete. Shuffle, shuffle. He used mincing steps to keep from overbalancing, the chain jingling as he marched toward his new room and his first foray into a missi

"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. "No. My nose knows what it smells, and Patricia is mine. But m

Finally, a moment alone with his cougar. Of course, Ricky would have wished for a more romantic one where she wasn't shoving him down a hall with his hands pulled taut behind his back in tightly placed cuffs, but then again, he did enjoy the fact the woman fate had chosen for him wasn't some simpering wimp. He admired a woman with courage and character. "We never were properly introduced," he stated. "My name is Ricky-" "I know who you are. I've read the file." And didn't sound too impressed. "Yeah. I was a bit wild in my youth." "A bit?" "I learned my lesson." "You now run an outreach program to redirect teens and young adults away from gangs and into more mainstream activities. I know. Like I said, I read the file." "It's the least I can do, given the damage I caused before I learned any better." It had taken him years to realize growing up in poverty without a father and a mother who worked three jobs did not give him license to steal, hurt

"Bloody fucking hell." The curse echoed in the barren room, the highlight of the place the wall plastered with prison schematics, schedules and pictures of inmates. Welcome to the war room where the hand of justice plotted its next move. And next killing. According to the lunar calendar, the full moon approached, which meant the time to put the plan in motion was imminent. The prison, which initially boasted only two noticeable shifters, suddenly spawned two more, but in a bad stroke of luck, the newest ones shared a cell. How to arrange an incident without a witness? Taking them both out with the drug smuggled in past oblivious guards was doable, but how believable would a dual accident seem? Was it time to add a new scenario to the list? Waiting for an opportunity to strike meant letting the filthy animals live. Letting them wear a mask of humanity. Hiding amongst them, waiting for their chance to harm the unsuspecting. Something had to be done, but overreaching wou

Ricky spent two days in solitary, two days of mind-numbing boredom without a single visit from his cougar. Disappointment became his newest friend. And he discovered even a grown man could pout. Why is she ignoring me? He'd not found himself able to. On the contrary, he'd spent quite a bit of those two days thinking about her. Fantasizing about what he'd do the next time he got her alone. Picturing her bent over. Atop him. Under him. How she'd feel and taste. How she'd sound when she came. How she'd smile and ? ? pretend as if nothing ever happened between them when she did finally fetch him from his confinement. When the slot in the door slid open, her scent immediately wafted through, and he couldn't help a spurt of adrenalized anticipation. His initial jolt of joy died a quick death when she curtly demanded, "Please turn around and place your hands through the hole for cuffing." The indifference in her tone irked him. "What? No hello? How have I been?" "I'm n