All Chapters of Claimed by the Wildwoods Pack: Her Triad Fate : Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Becca couldn’t contain her shock. “We’re going fishing?”He gave her a sly shrug. “Could be. You said you loved all things ocean.”She picked up her pace to keep up with him as he walked double time toward the gangplank. “I did, but I never said anything about fishing.”Glancing at a few white tubs along the dock filled with fish guts and blood, she swallowed back on her breakfast. “Oh my God, I think I’m going to be sick.”He laughed, taking her by the hand to pull her up the ramp onto the boat. “That’s chum, but it’s not for us. We are just spectators on this jaunt.”“Your idea of fun is to watch people fish?”“No, silly. Not to watch people fish, but to watch the largest fish in these waters.” Jaylon smiled, watching the surprise bloom on her face.“Well, mammals, actually,” he continued. “Whales aren’t fish. They’re warm-blooded and nurse their young.”A large grin took her mouth and she laughed out loud. “Whale watching? For real?”He nodded. “Why else would I wake you at such an

“He’s a cat. A leopard, to be exact.” Jaylon’s gaze didn’t waver from the old man.Matheus took the information in stride. He didn’t nod or balk, just kept a steady gaze toward the head of the council’s table.“Neither of you seem surprised.” Jaylon’s eyes shifted from his father to the old counselor, ignoring the others in the room.“Gerri Wilder is an old friend, Jaylon,” his father began. “She matched your mother and me decades ago, so if she matched you with this feline, then I’m fine with it. In the end, who you mate is your decision.”Wyatt turned from his son to the elder. “Matheus, don’t you agree?”“No, I don’t.” The old council member inhaled before continuing. “Nevertheless, the council didn’t stipulate species, so I have no choice but to honor Jaylon’s choice. You are our Alpha, and if you feel this cat can take her place as your Alpha Female even though she has no clue about us or our ways, then so be it.”Jaylon’s eyes widened at the man’s glib answer. “Our ways? Since w

Becca’s brows knotted and she looked from Lucilla to the others at the council table. “What solution? I’ve already made my choice, and it’s Jaylon Ross. My cat wants him, and so do I. Case closed.”“The case isn’t closed, Becca. Far from it.”She whirled on her heel at the familiar voice. “Alastair.” His name was barely a whisper on her lips as she stared at the man’s face.Man. Ha! Alastair Reece was barely ten years old when she met his brother Nick at a scenting ceremony all those years ago.“How dare you show your face here! You killed my brother!” She spun, swinging an accusatory hand toward the council. “And you! Why don’t you just spit on my father’s grave! On Charlie’s grave!”Lucilla stood. “Calm yourself, child. No one here has any love for Alastair Reece or his claim to be the ragtag Prime of the Wind River Pride. A position he took by force, no doubt.”Becca’s eyes narrowed at the man. “Prime, is it? And how many of the old Prime’s family had to die to bring about this cla

Becca bit her lip. “You mentioned your pack wanted a scenting ceremony. Do you know much about how a rite like that is run?”He shrugged. “Only what I’ve read in our history over the years.”“A scenting ceremony can be a weeklong event, at least for us, and it ends with intended couples mating.”He raised an eyebrow. “That sounds pretty exhibitionist if you ask me.”She had to laugh. “They don’t do the physical act in front of the crowd. It’s a private affair that ends with the female being claimed with a mark at the nape of her neck.”“And?”“Like you already guessed, I have such a mark. Technically, I was mated to a cougar. Nick Reece. His clan was from the same area in the Rockies where my Leap originated.”“Was this an arranged mating?”She shook her head. “Far from it. The scenting ceremony had been planned for months, and Nick’s pride, Wind River, was one of many invited. There were at least two dozen males and females circling each other like sharks in heat. Nick was a particip

“Country mouse,” he whispered against Becca’s hair as they got out of the truck. He looked around with a lopsided grin on his face. “Cabin life. Who’da thunk.”She gave him a playful shove. “Hey, it beats sucking tailpipe fumes on the way to your beach.”He squeezed her shoulder. “Maybe now we’ll have the best of both.”The thought gave her the warm fuzzes and her cat purred. She closed her eyes for just a moment. This man was making her fall head over tail for him with every passing second.They barely walked half a dozen paces when Lyssa waved from the council cabin’s porch as others came out to gawk as well.Jaylon leaned into Becca’s ear. “Why the stars? You’d think they never saw a wolf shifter before.”“Not for a very long time, babe,” she replied. “Leopards have vivid imaginations. I’m sure they imagined everything from a sophisticated prism to a caveman dragging me by the hair.”He laughed. “More like towing you by the nipple clips you’ve got hidden in your bag.”“Ssh! It’s ba