All Chapters of Motley Crewed Shifters: Fierce Shifters and Irresistible Mate Bonds: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

##CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX BOOK 2:EPILOGUE ONE-EMMET Being the first to march my mate down the aisle we’d set up in the brand new barn right after Thanksgiving was a delight I never would have expected. As we stood side by side, having just said our vows, I leaned over to kiss my new bride, but the sound of screeching drew me up short. Jezebel gasped, covering her mouth as she snorted a laugh, and I joined her, watching chaos erupt among our small wedding party. The Crew was all there, of course. As was Max’s grandmother, Mrs. O’Hare, who catered, Sherry Morgan, and her mate, Seff McAllister. Even better, Jezebel’s father was able to attend with a nurse accompanying him. It was a surprise for my mate, and she’d cried when she saw him. Especially when Max gave her the wedding present he and Penelope had picked out for her. They’d paid for the man’s retirement home for the next five years, ensuring he would get the best care possible. Today was a good day for Alex Braydon. The

“Nurse Brown!”I cringed inwardly—and probably outwardly, too, if the way Casey, the newest addition to the school nursing staff, arched an eyebrow was any indication.She looked at me with a mix of amusement and pity. I just couldn’t help it.The man had a way of making my skin crawl, always teetering on the edge of inappropriate with his overly familiar tone and invasive demeanor.I’d done everything in my power to steer clear of our new assistant principal, but avoiding Mr. Dryden felt like trying to dodge a heat-seeking missile.Somehow, he always managed to track me down whenever I was at work.“Nurse Brown, there you are!” he exclaimed, his voice carried across the hallway like nails on a chalkboard. “I was hoping we could take a coffee break together.”His grin spread wide, revealing teeth that were yellowed and streaked with tobacco stains.The truth was, he stunk like an old ashtray, the kind my Paw Paw used to have overflowing in his old Buick.Ew.I resisted the ur

“Goddamnit, Jed! Will you get Dolly Lou Who outta here!” Kian screeched, grabbing his ass where the goat head butted him a second time.My Bear snarled as the sound of the Bull Shifter’s wails reverberated in the closed dairy barn. We were repairing some leaks we’d found on the roof, using a special sealant on the ceiling inside to finish up the job.“Sorry, Kian. Dolly Lou is just a curious little thing, ain’t cha girl?” the old Prairie Dog Shifter replied, tossing a rope around the little goat’s neck, and tugging her outside.This barn was for the dairy cows. The new one for the goats was located in the enclosed pasture next door. Cows and goats got along fine, but Jed spoiled his little girls, giving them free rein.Personally, I was a fan of Dolly Lou, and any other goat who took issue with Kian. That obnoxious bovine was on my last nerve.Ever since Emmet got hitched, the asshole couldn’t stop yapping about finding his mate. After which he always seemed to bring up Avery. Alm

Dante Bianco checked every single one of my boxes.If I were a sculptor, he would be my very own Pygmalion come to life.I sometimes wished I was one of those effortlessly confident women who could make men fall at their feet with barely a glance. You know the type. Tall, elegant, perfectly aware of their place in the world at the top of the totem pole.But that wasn’t me. In fact, I was the polar opposite of whatever that was.So naturally, I stood like a moron as he exited his truck and walked around to greet Rosie, those sturdy arms open wide for my little girl.My mouth went dry, my thoughts silenced by the sight of him closing the space between us.Every step seemed deliberate.Each one a display of restrained power.The sturdy denim of his jeans gripped his tree trunk thighs like it was barely holding together.Stretching and yielding as if defying the laws of whatever it was that held fabric together.Physics maybe?I wasn’t exactly in a position to contemplate that s

The snow was really coming down as I tucked Rosie into the full-sized bed inside Dante’s guest room.Strange, I expected dark, masculine colors to dominate the big man’s home, but I was wrong. The entire place was bright and cozy, with large windows facing the forest that seemed to edge along the entire property.Inside the cabin, the wood floors were polished and gleaming. All the accents were all pale nudes, peaches, and sage greens. The guest room in particular surprised me with the mostly pink accent rug and bedding.I wouldn’t say it was for a child, but it was definitely more feminine than I expected. I worried my lower lip, leaving the door slightly open so I could hear Rosie if she woke.If Dante had a woman in his life since he’d been at Dry Creek, I hadn’t seen her. But why else would he have pink bedding, for fuck’s sake?The idea of him with someone else made my stomach twist in knots, but that wasn’t fair.I had no claim on him. We weren’t exes or anything. I mean, w