A Mate's Wish (Ouachita Mountain Shifters 0.5) by P. Jameson

do you see, when you look at us?”
    Magic leaned his elbows on the rail. “You love her. That’s clear. You’re face lights up like a fucking LED pre-lit piece of shit tree from Walmart.”
    Renner smirked. “Go ahead, tell me how you really feel.”
    Magic shook his head.
    “When you see us, do you see any trace of our parents? Because, I’ll tell you right now, it feels all different to me. I can protect her like a cat and love her like a man. Every day that I’m with her, I believe it more and more. But tell me, what do you see?”
    Magic stared into the twinkling multi-color lighted darkness, watching as Beth handed a steaming hot cup of cocoa to Josie.
    “Shit, man.” He shook his head. “When I see the two of you together... I see hope. Maybe things really can be different. I don’t know.”
    Renner smiled as Bethy noticed him watching. She blew him a kiss. He’d return the sentiment later, when they were alone. And in a way that would make her knees shake.
    “Hope,” he told Magic, “is just the evidence of a wish.” He clapped him on the back. “Maybe it’s time for you to make a wish of your own.”
    “You are one sappy motherfucker, you know that?”
    Renner nodded as he strolled down to meet his mate at the end of the bridge. “Takes one to know one.”
     
    THE END

Other books by P. Jameson

    A Mate’s Denial (Ozark Mountain Shifters, Book 1)
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    Chapter One
     
    There she was. After months of hunting, at last he had her in his sights. All he could see was the back of her honey brown head through the café window, but he was certain it was her. His wolf could sense his mate no matter how far away, but this close he could, ever so faintly, catch her scent. The fresh smell—like evergreens and cherry blossoms—made his heart thunder, his pants tighter, and everything under his skin come alive. 
    Damn wolf. Now was not the time to get excited. He needed to stick to the plan. If he went in there like He-man, it could mess things up. He needed to be patient. Had to keep the wolf at bay for a little while longer.
    Trager sat back in the seat of his motorcycle and turned the engine off. He couldn’t get a good look at her from his vantage point, but he didn’t necessarily want to get closer. Too risky. He’d just wait her out. She’d have to leave sometime.
    His shades made it possible for him to spy on her in broad daylight, but unfortunately, there was only a bobbing head to be seen. He would’ve given his left nut for a view of her profile. Waiting this long left him feeling desperate.
    The amount of time he spent outside the café was measured in units of torture. By the time she left the place, he was dying for even a hint at what his mate looked like. A hint other than the color of her hair. Which was fucking awesome. In his experience, brunettes were always hotter.
    Trager didn’t own a watch, and he didn’t feel like digging his phone out to check the time, but if every bob of his mate’s dark head was the equivalent of a second, he sat there for almost an hour before she finally stepped out of the café.
    Anticipation made his breath catch in his throat. A truck whizzed by, obscuring his view for more seconds than he could possible tolerate. Fisting his hands, he waited, heart thundering…
    Finally, he got a look at her, and the first thing he noticed was what she wore. Khakis. A pale pink polka-dotted shirt, sensible shoes, and khakis . He was appalled, but then a grin inched one side of his mouth upward. He’d like to get her out of those drab clothes. Peel every stitch off slowly, revealing her luscious body one centimeter at a time, until there was all skin and zero fabric.
    Trager swallowed hard. His smile slipped and he gripped the handle of his bike to keep steady.
    She was going to reject him. It had been prophesied by the Elders when he was still a pup, that his mate would deny him, that he would never find love, that he would never have young.
    That single