All Chapters of Claimed by the Wildwoods Pack: Her Triad Fate : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Marcos would return from his trip in a few days. How would his opinion impact the friendship of almost twenty years with the shifters? And more importantly, how would he react to knowing his sister had mated the two? That is, if she accepted their proposal.She leaned into Kane, loving that he immediately pulled her into a hug.“What’s wrong?” He asked. “I can tell something’s bothering you.”She glanced up at him with a sad smile.“I love Marcos. He’s always been there for me. I don’t want to hurt his feelings.”Blake sighed and lifted her hand to his lips, kissing her softly at the center of her palm.“We know. We don’t want to damage our friendship with him either.”“What do we do?” She asked.She didn’t get a response. Her cell phone rang. A glance at the screen and she cringed. It was Tom. Again. She’d tried to politely decline his continued invitations, stating she was now seeing someone new. Other times, she’d plain ignored his calls. He was never rude or mean, just pushy. And

Daniella glared at Tom. He’d followed her to the front of Marcos’s house and had started questioning her like she owed him something.“What are you doing here, Tom?”He glanced back and forth between her and Marcos’s home. Both Kane and Blake would be there shortly. They were readying to talk to Marcos later.“Why aren’t you answering my calls?” he demanded. Gone was the nice gentle guy she’d come to know. In his place stood an angry man with bloodshot eyes and a disheveled appearance.“Tom, there’s nothing between us.” She grit her teeth. “Don’t you understand?”He folded his arms in front of him. A sure sign of defiance. “I asked you to marry me.”“You don’t even know me!”“What’s going on here?” Kane asked from behind them. He and Blake focused on Tom, their gazes locked on him like a predator would their prey.“Tom was leaving.” Despite it all, she didn’t want to see him hurt. Tom had been a friend.Tom shook his head. The idiot. “I’m not going anywhere until she tells me why she’

Noah Wright watched his daily temptation through the blinds in his dark office. Like clockwork, his neighbor shoved her apartment door open, flung her keys on her leather sofa, and began to strip.Oh, she had no idea he was watching. In fact, she probably didn’t realize her blinds were see-through. Had the lights in her apartment been off, he wouldn’t have seen a thing. But they weren’t. They were on. Tempting him. Taunting him.He gripped the pen in his hand, watching her remove her clothes with a natural efficiency and speed that managed to appear sexy. Then she was in her underwear and running for her bathroom.Amaya Zara.He’d met her when she’d moved in some months back. He’d ignored the instant hunger her scent awakened in his panther. Down, boy. The beast didn’t care for his attempt at self-control. The animal wanted her. He’d been fighting the instinct to take the curvy goddess, strip her bare, and lick his way down her luscious body.Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen

That was it!Maya Zara gritted her teeth and kicked the side of her brand-new Toyota Prius. She growled when all she did was hurt her own foot.She glared at the car as if it had become her worst enemy. She should not listen to her co-workers any longer. She should have just ignored the idea of going on a date with some friend of a friend and instead followed her instinct.Did she? No.Her damn pizza was better company than Hank. Much like her ex, Bud, Hank had been a total idiot.Thinking of her ex, she shook her head in frustration. Bud. Who the hell named their kid Bud? Probably someone who really liked beer.She slammed the glass door leading into her apartment building’s lobby and searched her handbag for her keys. She was so frustrated that she almost snapped at the doorman who’d been rushing to get the door for her, but she caught herself in time to smile.The search for the keys was going to drive her insane. Why was it that no matter how much shit she got rid of, she could ne

Maya sang along to a popular song. She was ready for her date. Ms. Wilder had been adamant that the date happen at a charity ball. Maya couldn’t care less. She was tired from a sucky day at work. It was a long weekend, and she could think of nothing better than to dress up and go meet candidate number one, especially after the messages she’d gotten from her ex. The man still didn’t get it. Even after she’d changed her voicemail message to say that she wasn’t going to take him back, so stop calling.The ball was being held in a mansion outside of town. She knew the place well. It wasn’t exactly on her way to work, but she’d been by there a time or two. The mansion was massive, surrounded by iron gates and dense forest.She pulled the curling iron off her last curl and shifted her head to and fro in front of the mirror. This guy better be worth her shaving her legs, not to mention the two hours straightening her hair only to curl it into big, fluffy curls after. People didn’t realize ho