All Chapters of NYC Shifter Tales: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Konstantin rounded the corner just in time to see Yasmin step backwards and the soon to be dead fucker raise his hand for another strike.He was already seeing red, but watching that motherfucker get ready to hit her again did things to him he hadn’t felt since he was an unlicked cub. Konstantin’s Tiger burst through, and that asshole’s hand never did make it back down. His beast spat it out on the ground next to him as he stood over the now screaming male holding his bleeding stump.In the periphery of his mind, Konstantin was aware of people screaming and his staff closing off that section of the club. Fuck. He’d broken one of his own sacred rules. Konstantin had Shifted, and he’d spilled blood, on his property.Well, if anyone was going to do it, he supposed it should be him. But what about her? Would she think him an animal now for this gory display? He turned his feline head almost completely around and saw none of the fear or loathing he’d feared would mar her beautiful face.

Konstantin’s Tiger chuffed deep in his throat. The animal positively delighted at the female’s response.“Say it again,” he growled, needing to hear the words.It was more than need. Yes, he wanted the beautiful Lioness, and he would never take her without permission. She had given him that, but still his beast wanted to hear them again. Konstantin craved the words almost as much as he craved his little kartoshka herself.“Yes, Konstantin,” she said without any trace of doubt lingering in her voice. “I want you to make love to me. To touch me. To kiss me. To make me come more times than I can count.”There was a pregnant pause where he felt his Tiger stare through his eyes, and felt the great beast rumbling inside of him. Joy was there, victory almost within reach.“Ti moya,” he growled, his possessive streak positively bursting through his lips.The words meant you are mine in Russian, and whether she knew it or not was of no consequence right then. His Tiger needed his to stake

Her bed was surprising comfortable, the mattress firm like he preferred. But most important, it was covered in her spicy sweet scent. Konstantin had showered upon arrival, and at her insistence, before dropping like a fallen tree onto the thing. He didn’t know how many hours had passed, but he was awake now and the bulk of his injuries were healed.His stomach rumbled loudly. Damn. He was starving. Healing did that to him, and every other Shifter, he supposed. He stretched and winced at the pull of his skin in some places where the scabs had yet to form scars. Those would be gone in another day or so. Yawning he sat up and saw he was not alone.“Hello,” Konstantin said and offered the child a small smile.This was Yasmin’s son. He’d seen pictures of the child on her cell phone wallpaper. He was small, but still young, and he looked just like his mother.“Hello,” the boy replied, and he could see the child was weighing the man in his mind.“My name is Konstantin.”Once more, the b

Yasmin didn’t understand why she wasn’t allowed to speak to Konstantin himself, but Eduardo had come to get her and her son and aunt with the message that it was for their safety.Not a fool, she’d packed their overnight bags and announced they were going on a special trip to her friend’s summer house. Apparently, Konstantin had half a dozen condos and full houses scattered across New York, Connecticut, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania. Eduardo gave her a choice, and she picked the closest one.A beautiful ranch style house with a swimming pool over in North Jersey. That way she could take the bus to Manhattan the next day. Who knew? Maybe when this was done. she could even visit her parents in the Garden State. It had been a minute since she’d seen them, and she knew Mikey would enjoy it. Sure, they’d been upset when she left the Pride and got mixed up with Tyler. But they loved her and their grandson.After ensuring the safety of both her son and her aunt. Yasmin did just that. The ar

Eourt is in session. Konstantin tugged on the cuffs of his tailor cut suit. The trial had commenced and so far, Cletus Ermine had showed his hand prematurely. How embarrassing. Judge Newland Harris, Polar Bear Shifter, was presiding. The man looked vaguely familiar, and Konstantin wondered if he wasn’t at that retirement party The Stripe Club had hosted for a fellow member of the judicial system mere months ago. Hmm. He hoped that didn’t cause the man to recuse himself, after all Konstantin’s his lawyer had to say, he thought him a fair and good judge. Theo Jensen arrived on time, looking professional and confident. That was good. Tigers from rival Prides did not always play nice, but Jensen & Associates had quite the impeccable reputation. Everyone rose from their seats, welcoming the judge and the rustle of skirts and suits was abnormally loud. The scent of nervousness mixed with aftershave made him feel slightly aggressive, and he tightened the reins on his beast. He was o