All Chapters of Claimed by the Wildwoods Pack: Her Triad Fate : Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

The threesome: lion, tiger, and bear, oh my! sat around the coffee table eating pizza. The two guys each had a large pizza to themselves while Francesca took a piece from each. Those two had to work just to support their food intake.“So,” Francesca said, “you two have been practically brothers since childhood.”“More than that, it seems.” Theo shared a look with Marcus that she didn’t understand the meaning behind. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Not with her body still humming from both men touching her.“So, tell us about you,” Marcus said. “You're clearly looking for a mate if you went to Gerri. Are you looking to get married? Have a bazillion babies and settle down?”She raised her brows. Her heart slowed a little. “I would like a mate, but I don't know about marriage and kids. I have never really been around children so I'm not sure how I feel about them.”“Babe,” Theo said with a grin, “You'll love kids. They're adorable and bring out the parent instinct in everyone.”Marcu

Francesca stood in a circle of men gathered around the weight bench. She’d met everyone but remembered only a few names. She couldn’t believe how sexy every one of these men were. It was a female’s dream. But her eyes were fixed on Theo.She felt a bump on her hip, and another woman edged her way next to Francesca.“Hi, I’m Kelsy. I’m an EMT with the ambulance service. It’s good to see another female face around here. I get tired of looking at all these ugly males.”The guys around them groaned.“I’m Francesca. I’m here with Theo.” She nodded toward him among two other Adonises, half naked. “What’s this Shape Up Ship Out thing?” she asked.Kelsy rolled her eyes. “It’s when too much testosterone builds up and needs to be released. Though I can’t complain too much. It’s great eye candy.” She turned to the action in the circle’s middle. “They battle to see who can press the most. It’s a bit childish, but like I said, eye candy.”The men slapped chalk on their hands. The white powder floa

Francesca sat in her car in the parking lot of her father’s medical facility. It wasn’t really a nursing home or assisted living. She didn’t know what to call it. But Dad could stay as long as he wanted, and they would take care of any medical need he had.She hated this place. It was the same one her mother went to when she developed cancer and never came home from. She didn’t want that happening with her father, either. She was too young to lose her parents. They didn’t even have grandkids yet. He couldn’t die until he spoiled them rotten.The thought of having kids scared her. She didn’t know how to raise them. What if they turned out bad and were mean people? What if one of her children became a serial killer, or an ax murderer? How would she handle the “terrible twos” or mouthy teens?What happens if the baby gets sick? When did she go to the doctor? She didn’t want to go for every little thing and become known as one of “those” moms. But she didn’t want her kids to have lasting

Outside the sports arena, Theo lifted Francesca from the front seat of his truck and slid her down his front side, his hard-on almost instantaneous when she was nearby.She grinned up at him.“You dog,” she said.“Nah, I’m all lion for you, baby. Ready to eat you in one bite.” He inhaled her delicious arousal scent. Damn, he wasn’t sure he could hold on much longer without making full-fledged love to her. After sliding a black knit cap over his head and tucking his hair under it, he grabbed her hand.“Look around so you remember where we’re parked.”She gave him a questioning look, but didn’t volunteer any answers. She’d find out soon enough.People poured around them the closer to the entrance gate they got. Horns and canned blasts filled the air. Excitement electrified the crowd. Inside the stadium, the energy was palatable. Families and couples alike filled the aisles.“I’ve never been to a soccer game, Theo. I don’t even know the rules,” she said.“No worries, love. When a player

At the accident site, Francesca got out of the truck as Theo pulled most of his uniform out of the toolbox in the back. There had to be a dozen cars, a semi-tractor trailer, and a bus mangled in a stretch of a couple hundred feet. She’d be surprised if there were any survivors.“Babe,” he said, “please stay back where it’s safe.”“You don’t have to tell me twice.” She had no plans on dashing into such a catastrophe.Theo ran up to one of the fire engines and pulled gear from side storage bins. First responders were spread out, pulling people through car windows and dousing flames.The scariest situation she noted was liquid seeping from a dent in the semi carrying a flammable substance. She could see the warning stickers and signs on the semi’s carrier tank.A flash of yellow close to the tanker caught her eye. She borrowed her cat’s eyes to focus on the long distance. Breath caught in her lungs. The color was from a bean bag, a WWF Hulk Hogan bean bag, hanging halfway out the back of