All Chapters of The Maverick Pride Tales: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The sound of impact nearly shattered her eardrums, but it was odd. Toni felt nothing. She opened her eyes and gasped as two snarling Cats savaged each other. Oh, it was brutal. The Tiger male was fueled by fury and vengeance, his hits just kept on coming and the crazed Lion did not stand a chance.“Pierce,” she gasped as he delivered the killing blow.Tears of relief and joy spilled down her cheeks as she waited for him to turn to face her. His beast’s growl reverberated through the woods as blood dripped from his fur. He bumped her with his head, sniffing and checking her for injury. The animal lapped at the gash on her leg, using his healing properties to help speed the repairs her Lioness was only now able to begin.The Tiger paid the same attention to the scratches on her face. His sandpapery tongue felt good against her skin, and she moaned, running her hands over his fur, whispering words of thanks, love, and who knew what as she sagged against him.The sound of others jo

Prologue 1 Love never came from nothing. It had to begin somewhere. As a spark. An ember. A tiny jolt of recognition. Yes, this was true. It was something Uzzi knew down to his bones.“Love always starts somewhere, eh, liebling?” Uzzi whispered to his dearly departed Betty, though he knew she would not answer him in so many words.Ghosts communicated with the living every single day, but their messages were easy to miss. Not for Uzzi, of course, who was a Witch and the owner and operator of Uncle Uzzi’s Magical Matchmaking Service. He had talents and gifts humans, or normals as supes regularly referred to them, did not possess.But just like normals, sometimes Uzzi had to wait for clarification. It was gray outside, and the afternoon air was downright chilly. But that was typical for January in New Jersey. New year did not mean new weather. Luckily for Uzzi Stregovich, he was indoors, where it was warm and cozy.Sitting in a semi-private corner booth, Uzzi waited patien

Cole growled as he hefted a new tire off the shelf and walked it over to the Harley Davidson Breakout he left on the lift in the center of his workspace. He was customizing the badass bike for a Wolf Shifter client from nearby Maccon City. Rap from the nineties blasted in the background, but he was more focused on his work than whatever Dr. Dre and Eminem were rhyming about.He loved his work. Being one of the rarest, most powerful Shifters in the world, Dire Wolves were known for their nomadic lifestyle. Sometime in the 1940s, they started traveling under the guise of a motorcycle club. Liking the speed, freedom, and possessing an endless passion to roam, more and more of his people flocked to join that very first Chapter of the Dire Wolf MC.Soon, the MC grew so large it had to divide its forces. Now there were over a dozen clubs, roaming and riding up and down five of the seven continents. When Derrick, his Alpha, proposed his plan to purchase land and settle, Cole had scoffed a

Megan giggled and sipped. Correction, she tried to take a sip, but her shoulder got jostled by someone pushing their way to the bar. She spilled some of her drink and grabbed a napkin, cleaning it up before it spilled onto the floor.“Excuse me! Excuse me, bartender!”One of the skinny females who’d eyed Megan before waved her hand in the air to get Lucy’s attention. She didn’t even apologize for pushing Megan and spilling her drink. She shook her head, grabbing another napkin and wiping the rest of the spill so Lucy didn’t have to.Rude.Megan’s Tiger snarled, but she reined in the beast. The two women were human, and Megan did not want to make a big deal out of someone else’s pettiness. In her experience, rudeness was usually a symptom of narcissism, and Megan had enough of that in her life with Matthew. The only way to stop a narcissist was to not feed their enormous egos with even the tiniest scrap of attention.She’d learned a long time ago to ignore the unacceptable beh

Cole never told lies if he could help it. Especially not to other Shifters. What would be the point? Still, he hated the flash of disappointment in her eyes, and he reached out to stop her as she stood up.“Hang on, now. Wait just a second. What about dinner?”“What about it?”“Come on. Let’s finish our drinks, then we can get some sustenance. Okay?”“This is all very confusing,” she said. “I mean, I had no idea what to expect when I got here, but I was curious about this place.”“You were?”“Um, yeah. But it’s getting late, and maybe I need to sort through my feelings. I only found out tonight that this bar was owned by legendary Dire Wolves. I’ve been wanting to meet one of you since I was a cub,” she confessed. “My Dad had great stories of some he met when he traveled across the country on the back of a Harley straight out of high school before he mated my mom. Anyway, I didn’t even know my prospective date was with one of them.”“Megan,” Cole interrupted, but she shoo