All Chapters of Claimed by the Wildwoods Pack: Her Triad Fate : Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

“Francesca—” Marcus called after her, but the bathroom door shut without a response.Theo got up and stalked to the closed door. “Francesca! Open the door, baby.”Marcus flanked his side and knocked as well. “Yeah, open up, love. Whatever the hothead said or did, he didn’t mean it.”“Hothead? I’m a fireman, pencil boy. The only fires I start are between Francesca’s legs. Maybe she didn’t like the spit bath you were trying to give her. Maybe you should leave the tongue action to the big cats, brother bear.”“Spit bath! At least I don’t need my fingers to count, you feline Neanderthal! Having a long fire hose does not make a good mate.”“What the hell does that mean? I got news for you, Yogi. You’re not smarter than the average bear, so shut up if you have nothing of value to say. Francesca is stressed enough.”She leaned on the granite counter and bit the inside of her cheek at the big lugs and their bickering. They were like the male equivalent of sister wives. Leave it to shifter men

Francesca jarred awake. She was in a vehicle by the sound of it. Her cat helped her remember what happened. Nielson had abducted her. And the man was bat-shit crazy. Who the hell did he think he was?Coming into their pride and thinking he could push her brother around and take over. But with her father sick, she understood how the deranged asshole thought this place was ripe for the picking.He said the same thing that Shane did about power and prestige. Had Nielson fed her brother and her brother’s friends all that crap? Turning her trusting sibling into a paranoid bootlicker with minions to do as he told them?But what did the bastard mean about her being locked in the alpha house instead of going to prison? Her to prison? Why, for what?Pain shot through her head. She had to focus to get out of here. She could shift and try to pry through the metal. She’d have to pound her way out, and he’d hear that from the front of the car.A vibration buzzed her butt cheek. Her phone! The fuck

“Why are Latinas such hotheads?” her best friend Lyssa asked. “And why are you being so obstinate?”Becca glanced from the window to Lyssa sitting at the kitchen counter. “I’m not. You weren’t there, Lyssa. You didn’t hear what the elders suggested I do to fix things.”“Things? What things?” she asked, pouring a glass of wine.Becca threw a hand in the air. “The lack of men things.”Lyssa smirked. “Flesh and blood men things or battery-operated men things?”Becca cracked a smile. “You’re not helping.”“Oh, au contraire, good vibrations would have the old biddies on the council happily buzzing away and off your back. Problem solved.” She waggled her eyebrows.“Again, not helping, Lys.”Lyssa grinned. “Maybe not, but at least my suggestion would put a smile on their wrinkly faces, which is more than I can say for you.”“I am not wrinkly.” A smirk tugged at Becca’s lips despite herself.“No, but neither are you smiling. Like ever. Since you took over as Prowl Leader, you aren’t you anymo

Gerri Wilder slid her eyes to her landline, picking up the receiver before the phone even rang. “Paranormal Dating Agency, how may I help you?”“May I speak with Gerri Wilder, please?”Phone to her ear, a knowing grin spread across the older woman’s face. “Jaylon Ross. I’ve been expecting your call.” Her smile widened at his pregnant pause on the other side of the receiver.“How—”“It’s best you don’t ask too many questions, dear,” Gerri replied, cutting him off. “Suffice it to say I knew your mother, God rest her soul. And how is your father, by the way?”“As well as can be expected, considering.” He hesitated, clearing his throat, obviously trying to salvage his composure.“Indeed. So, tell me, what can I do for you?”“I assume you got my email. I had to google the address as your business card only has a phone number listed,” Jaylon answered.She chuckled. “That card is older than you, boy. There was no such thing as email back then.”“Uhm, of course,” was his awkward reply. “Did y

The taxi pulled in front of the restaurant, and Jaylon paid the driver as Becca got out on the opposite side.“Beautiful,” she said as the two walked in and were seated on the deck. The sun gleamed on the water and on her dark hair, both awash with bright highlights.Becca sighed and then took in a breath, wrinkling her nose. “Oh man, I did not expect that in such a still setting.” She raised a knuckle to the end of her nose.“You might want to watch your scent. This is Central Park, but you’re still going to get a nose full of the city, no matter what. I’m out on the island, and we still get city fumes from time to time, even with the ocean breeze as a filter,” Jaylon said, nodding.The waitress walked over with her pen and pad. “What can I get you?”Becca gave the menu a cursory glance. “I’ll have the Boathouse burger, medium rare, with hand-cut potato fries and a Blue Moon beer with an extra slice of orange.”The server scribbled on her pad and then looked at Jaylon.“I’ll have the