Todos los capítulos de Motley Crewed Shifters: Fierce Shifters and Irresistible Mate Bonds: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

“Are you serious right now?” I snarl, glaring at Dante like he’s just asked me to donate a kidney. Or worse—go into town during tourist season.“Look, I’d go,” he says, already distracted, eyes glued to the tree line, “but Avery’s got that morning sickness bad, and Rosie Posie won’t change out of her fur. Come on, man. Do me a solid?”Sure enough, his cub—currently in full fuzzy-wuzzy Grizzly mode—is sauntering toward the woods like she owns the damn forest.Which, to be fair, she kinda does.I grit my teeth.“This couldn’t have been, I don’t know, planned better?”Dante ignores that, starts stripping down, boots off and shirt flung on the porch like we don’t have rules about public Shifting. Though, in his defense, this is the ranch. Everyone here is in the know.“Her name’s Casey. She was at the wedding,” he says like I don’t fucking know who he means. “You’re picking her up from Av’s old place. Don’t make it weird.”“Why? She your cousin or something?” I ask, just to fuck wi

The second the truck crunches over the gravel drive, my Dragon starts pacing in my chest like a caged animal about to taste freedom.The main house comes into view, rising up at the end of the gravel drive like a sentinel watching over the land.Bigger than most people expect, it’s got this rugged, weathered charm to it. A long wraparound porch, aged cedar siding, roof patched in places from storms past, it might look a little country, but damn if it isn’t sturdy.Proud, even.Like it knows it’s survived and doesn’t need to prove a damn thing.Max made some upgrades here and there. Installed better insulation, got a new roof, added a second-story balcony for Penny to read on when the weather’s nice—but nothing that took away from the soul of the place.Just made it stronger. That’s kind of his thing.Max Leeds, Alpha of our Motley Crewd. One of the few men I’d willingly follow into a fight. The guy’s a Jersey Devil.Yeah, those Jersey Devils.I didn’t even know they were real

The four of us are just standing there, Rosie having run off to put on some clothes at her mother’s behest. As for me?Well, I’m nervous.And when I am nervous, I resort to snark.“Thanks for sending the human forklift to pick me up,” I say, tilting my chin toward Zeke, who’s lingering by the door like he’s guarding it from intruders or bad vibes.Dante huffs a laugh, his eyes cutting to Zeke. That look is sharp, but amused.“Yeah. Talked your ear off, did he?”“Total blabbermouth.”“Ha! Well, uh, Rosie says you two got along well?” Avery asks, and she’s nodding her head like a weirdo.Dante snorts.Zeke grunts.I blink between the three of them.“Does he always stand like that?” I dip my head towards Zeke.“Like what?” Dante asks innocently.“Like he’s considering whether to carry my luggage or throw me over his shoulder and disappear me somewhere in the woods like one of those campy 1980s horror flicks?”Avery snorts. “Yeah, actually, that’s pretty on brand for Zeke.”

The sun is dipping low behind the trees, casting everything in this golden, buttery light that makes the entire ranch look like a country song music video.Not the sad breakup kind.One of the fun ones.The kind with beers, dogs, and people who actually like each other.It’s weird because I’m a Jersey girl through and through and country music isn’t usually our thing here.But there’s always that odd breakthrough song. Add that to that one awesome vacation I took to Texas in college, and I have to tell you, I am a fan.Anyway, smoke drifts lazily from the double grill out on Avery and Dante’s new stone patio.They really outdid themselves.Built it themselves, too, though let’s be real, she probably supervised while he Hulk-smashed his way through the dirt and carried slabs of stone like he was building a fortress.The smell of grilled meat is basically a religious experience right now.Chicken, ribs, sausages, burgers—I don’t even eat red meat that often, but I’m contemplati

I came to the Motley Crewd Ranch hoping to shake some of the loneliness that’s been clinging to me like a second skin.I told myself it was just a weekend away.A break.A chance to breathe.To not look over my shoulder.To pretend, for just a little while, that I wasn’t a woman with a past that could still find her if she stood still too long.But deep down? I was aching for something more.Avery’s been amazing. She's the kind of friend who doesn’t pry, but always shows up exactly when you need her.And the other women—Penny, Jezebel, Arliss—they welcomed me like I belonged here from the second I stepped onto the place.They’re smart, funny, strong as hell. They are also completely head-over-heels, fairy-tale in love.And not the performative, Instagram-filter kind of love.I mean real love.Deep. Soul-level.The kind that wraps around you like a safety net and never lets go.It’s beautiful. And honestly? A little intimidating.Each couple feels like their own little wo