All Chapters of Motley Crewed Shifters: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“I asked you to leave, Patrick,” I said, staring in disbelief at my ex as he stood outside my door.“Yeah, but you don’t mean that. Let me in, we can discuss things, and I swear I won’t be weirded out by all your hocus pocus,” he said, sniffing and wiping his nose.His eyes looked glassy, and his nose was red. The ugly sneer he wore was not something I wanted to be around. I knew exactly what Patrick thought about me and my psychic abilities.Just like I now understood he had a problem with drugs. Not to mention his money issues.“Unless you’re here to pay back the $197 you stole from me before you left last year, you need to get off my property,” I replied, narrowing my gaze.Fuck this guy.“Stole? Come on! You don’t mean that,” he said and tried to push his way inside.One good thing about being a fat girl. I did not budge.“Oh yes, I fucking do. I’m fat, remember? And a freak,” I added for good measure.“Look, Jez, I’m sorry I was so hard on you. I know you haven’t been wit

I rubbed my hands down my arms. My gaze kept sliding to the copse of trees beyond the fence surrounding my place. The last few nights, the shades had been quiet, but the animals, well, that was another story.Between the goats bleating and the dogs yapping, I was hardly getting any sleep. At least, I thought it was dogs. But did domestic dogs howl?Just last night, I’d crept to the window and thought I saw the same big black dog sitting outside my fence that I’d seen almost every day this week.His hackles had been raised as a shade appeared at the edge of the forest, and he snarled at the figure who then blinked out of existence.I was beginning to be grateful for my furry guardian and when I smiled, he turned his big head, and those bright green eyes were just staring at me.It was like he stood watch over me. And I wished his unwavering presence was enough to chase the monsters away permanently. But they would be back. The shades never stayed gone for long.There was something

I was so fucking fucked.I did not mean that literally. Even though, technically, yes, I’d just been actually fucking fucked. And Jesus, it had been wonderful. Better than anything else ever. Hands down.But I still tasted Jezebel’s blood on my tongue as I held her through every tremble and aftershock of her orgasms.Yes, there were plural.Demon growled deep in satisfaction, and I felt our matebond surge and swirl around us before I raised my head from where I’d buried it against her throat.Holy fuck. But it was beautiful. Green and blue swirls of light danced around our bodies, wrapping us up like Christmas presents. I was so stunned, I could hardly think.And when her bright blue eyes opened, I didn’t know what to expect. But I knew the second she saw them, too.Only, Jezebel wasn’t mystified like I was. Nor was she caught up in the magic of it all. The surprise. The beauty.No, my sweet Angel looked scared.Terrified, really.She pushed against my chest, her lips twistin

Take it slow.I had that sentence on repeat inside my brain for the entire last week.November was hitting this part of New Jersey with a dramatic flair. Mother Nature was tossing around temperatures that swung wildly from days in the high 60s to chilly spells where the mercury barely crawled above freezing.The crisp autumn air carried a hint of wood smoke, and the trees, dressed in their brilliant fall colors, looked like a work of art. Street art was becoming a favorite of mine, and I appreciated graffiti in a way I never had before.The trees, though, especially the ones around her property seemed especially lovely. Like a mural of gold, orange, and crimson against the bright blue sky.Look at me being all fanciful and shit.I adjusted my cowboy hat on my head, manning up for my day. This morning had been easy so far, and I was here to bring the herd back now that the pens had all been properly fenced and cleaned of storm debris.Yeah, it was a pretty morning. Real pretty.

After giving Mrs. O’Hare about a pint of my blood, of which she only required a few drops for the potion and the rest was burned to appease whatever forces of magic the White Witch utilized in her practices.I did not much care for Witches, but since Jezebel’s ability seemed rooted in some kind of psychic magic, it made sense to listen to the woman.“Here, Angel. Come on. Drink this down,” I whispered fervently, pressing a dropper into Jezebel’s mouth and rubbing her throat gently, helping her swallow the potion.It was long and tedious work, but I would have done it for however long it took to bring my mate back to me.“How is she?” a teary-eyed Penny asked from the doorway.“Just finishing the last drop. Now we wait.”“Here. Brought you some water and food,” Max said, appearing at Penny’s side.Both had been gracious enough to loan us one of their spare bedrooms so Mrs. O’Hare could check Jezebel’s progress.“Thank you,” I said, and took the tray, placing it on the nightstand