Todos los capítulos de Mr. Shifter - The Lost Alpha's Human Mate: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 6

[MARIANNE]...A full year. Twelve men. I was done with this. I was sick and tired of all the introductions and small talk. But apparently, my parents were not willing to give up until their eldest daughter found a man willing to marry her.“You’re 29 years old, Marianne.” My father, Martin Sinclair, wisely opened the conversation I had been avoiding the most, especially at a dinner with the entire extended family.“Is there something wrong with the number 29?” I raised my glass, slowly swirling the wine inside it.My grandmother stared at me sternly. “You are the first grandchild of the Sinclair family, and I expect you to soon give us the first great-grandchild, one who is worthy and capable of preserving the dignity of the Sinclair family.”“Twelve men, Maria. Twelve men from respectable families, with good educational backgrounds, careers, and futures, yet you rejected every single one of them?” my mother added. She looked at me worriedly.I looked at them one by one. In this da

[MARIANNE]...I hate this. I hate it when I don’t have money, because then I can’t refuse or act all high and mighty in front of my parents.I knew they were telling me to meet Mr. Vance because they wanted to set me up again, and this time I couldn’t refuse because all my money was gone from treating a wild wolf and replacing the clinic window.So, I guess going on two or three dates with Mr. Vance wouldn’t hurt as long as Dad was willing to give me money. Okay, this time, let’s lower our pride.At exactly twelve o’clock, I arrived at a five-star restaurant lounge for lunch. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I walked confidently toward a table. I approached a man sitting alone in a black pinstripe suit. His black hair was neatly slicked back, with a few strands falling across his forehead.“Mr. Vance?” I asked firmly.He looked up from his phone. I found myself staring into olive-hazel eyes with a molten gold ring around the pupil.“Yes,” he replied shortly.“Marianne S

[MARIANNE]...I gasped and helped Nikolai lie down on his bed. His face was pale, and his body was covered in bruises and scratches. He looked like he had just been mauled by a bear.My index finger touched one of his scratches, where the skin had been torn open. He hissed, his hand gripping the bedsheet as the muscles in his abdomen tensed. Since he had just showered, droplets of water from the tips of his hair trickled down, leaving trails across hischest before sliding over his eight-pack abs. I swallowed hard and looked away, trying tosteady my breathing while pushing inappropriate thoughts out of my mind.“Luckily, your wounds aren’t deep. They don’t need stitches. They should close up again within a few days if you have a good healing ability. We just need to wrap them with bandages,” I said, trying to sound professional.“They’re in the nightstand.”Nikolai glanced at the nightstand beside the bed. I opened the drawer and was surprised tosee how many bandages an