Claimed by the Wildwoods Pack: Her Triad Fate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 281 - チャプター 290

Sitting at the one stoplight in the little town, Francesca pulled her phone from her purse. Her screen showed she had two text messages waiting. She tapped the first.Good morning, beautiful. Just letting you know I’m thinking about you. Looking forward to Saturday.MarcusAww, how sweet.She texted back a thank you and similar regards. When she first saw him last night with Gerri, she hadn’t seen anyone as gorgeous since…Theo had left ten minutes before.How could she be so attracted to two men at the same time? She’d gone years without one guy turning her head, then in one night, two caused her whiplash. Then, stupidly, she agreed to both dates. When did she become one of those women?One thing was for sure—she didn’t want to string anyone along. She’d figure out which she liked, if either, and then let the other one go.The message definitely added points for Marcus.She went back to the messenger home screen and clicked the other text.Good morning, gorgeous. Hope your day is grea

Why, oh why, did she say she was going to the Prime house party? She must not have been thinking straight. Someone had accused her of being older than she was—that’s what started this whole business.She sat on the living room sofa. She'd loved the day her mom picked it out and had it delivered. Dad complained because it was a bit expensive, but it wasn’t like the pride was destitute. In fact, quite the opposite.For many years, since the time of her grandfather, the pride had produced the best beef this side of the Mississippi. It started when her grandparents and a group of fellow tiger shifters settled there to escape persecution from humans. Good meat in large quantities was hard to find, so they purchased cows and bulls and set to cultivating what they considered good eatin’.It seemed others thought so, too. As money came in, the pride purchased more land and bred more cattle. They were able to acquire quite a bit of forested area and grazing pasture for both building homes and

Francesca lay on the sofa in her cottage, listening to the birds chirp in the late-morning sun. She thought back to how Luci had begged her not to tell her parents what happened. At first, Francesca flat-out said no. Her parents needed to know exactly what happened.After thirty minutes of tears and a near-anxiety breakdown on Luci’s part, Francesca relented on the condition that she and her friends from the party be at Francesca’s house at 11 a.m. sharp. They were also to bring any other females they knew from the party. She didn’t expect many since it was such short notice—and she was right.At 11 a.m., her doorbell rang. Luci and two others her age stood contrite at her screen door.“Come in,” she said.The girls followed her to the kitchen, where Francesca had hot waffles and sausage waiting in covered dishes.“Have you eaten breakfast yet?” she asked.The girls shook their heads.Francesca motioned for them to sit while she pulled plates and forks. If these girls were like she ha

Theo hummed to himself as he searched a bathroom drawer for a band to hold his hair back. He didn’t want it blocking his sight of his mate. It had been so long since he’d seen her that his lion almost burst out to track her scent. Just thinking about her—the smell, the eyes, the to-die-for body—made him as hard as the granite countertop. Damn, maybe he should have taken care of that before he left. He didn’t want it popping up at an inopportune moment—like every time he looked at her.He’d texted her earlier to dress casual. No dress, no heels. This would be a relaxed, fun day. He would dress up for her, though: a clean T-shirt and jeans with no big holes showing off his men’s bikini undies—red with black tiger stripes today. Then again, maybe she’d like to know what he thought about her when picking underwear. Was that too pervy for a first date?He slammed the drawer closed, disgusted he couldn’t find a clip. Maybe he could borrow one of hers. Then he’d keep it, smell her all night

Dammit. Francesca hated being late for anything. Even when she was usually the only one in the office besides Joyce, she hated it.After parking in her designated spot, her assistant practically bounced out the front door, all smiles. That wasn’t normal.“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Joyce hugged her as soon as she stepped from the car.“Why are you thanking me? Because I’m thirty minutes late?” Francesca asked.Joyce checked her expression, then burst out laughing. “Remember Friday, when I said if you didn’t want the guy who sent all that chocolate, you could send him my way?”“Yes.” Francesca recalled telling Theo about it yesterday, which led to that hotter-than-hell kiss and confession that rocked her world. Thankfully, Theo hadn’t pressed the topic again. She sighed; the answer was still equally both.Joyce dragged her to the office door. “Well,” she said, “now you can send me either one!”Francesca froze. The office looked exactly like Friday.“I thought you took it all hom