Fighting for her Mate: Shape Shifter Paranormal Romance (Sassy Mates Book 5) by Milly Taiden Page A
Authors: Milly Taiden
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SUV exploding to bring his ending. He thought back to the last conversation he had with his father, just before he died.
His dad had the latest cell phone technology in the car so the call played through the speakers. He could keep his hands on the steering wheel at all times.
Caleb was out of town at a multi-day conference for next generation alphas when he called his dad. His father had just left the weekly board meeting, headed on his way home. The meeting had run long, but it was before ten o’clock.
They chatted about Caleb’s mother, alpha things, and school. Then his dad was silent for a second then told Caleb he wanted to meet privately to discuss a rumor he heard about Rocco at the meeting. He didn’t want to get into in the car but when Caleb returned, they’d go out.
Then his dad asked him the strangest question: “Caleb, did someone have Castor oil in the car?” Caleb didn’t even know what it was and asked why. His father said he smelled it when getting into the SUV. Caleb was clueless. They said goodbye and that was the last time he heard his father’s voice.
Caleb held back emotions that tried to take him over. Now wasn’t the time to lose it. They had another crisis to take care of.
The next curve was approaching too quickly. He felt helpless. There was nothing any of them could do. The three watched silently as the SUV ahead of them hit the rocky shoulder, smashed through the metal guardrail, and disappeared over the side.
Caleb sat impatiently in the hospital waiting room. Aric had been pacing the hall forever. Mason vanished some time ago. Caleb had called all the mates to tell them what happened and to get here quickly.
When he closed his eyes, the horrifying image of the scene flashed vividly in his mind. He wondered how similar his dad’s accident had been.
After Tristan’s SUV went over the edge, Caleb slammed on the brakes within seconds where the vehicle went over. The two brothers jumped out of the truck before Caleb came to a full stop. He pulled out is phone as he stumbled down the rocky slope toward the mangled SUV and dialed 911.
Pieces of the black auto littered the bankside. The SUV didn’t drive over the edge, it flew over. Airborne. Then plummeted to the ground. Caleb wasn’t sure, but it looked like the vehicle flipped several times, throwing engine parts and axels and wheels. He smelled gasoline.
All he could remember was the brothers pulling their parents from the wreckage before the explosion. The force of the blast knocked them all off their feet. Thick black smoke filled the air. First responders didn’t have any problem finding them.
Time moved in slow motion, yet everything happened so fast. Flashing lights was what he recalled the most. There were so many: multiples of police, fire, and ambulances. He watched as the fire crew brought up Tristan and Barbara on stretchers. They were dead. Had to be. By looking at the SUV, he didn’t see how anyone could’ve survived.
A son rode in each ambulance when they finally took off, sirens blaring. He remained to give police information to start the investigation. He was having a hard time keeping it together. He couldn’t imagine what the brothers were going through. Wait. Yes, he could. They would have nightmares like he had for years after his father’s accident. Survivor’s guilt would soon set in, even though it was illogical. That’s what the therapist told him, anyway. Logic didn’t work when it came to emotions.
“Caleb!” Ellie’s near hysterical yell brought him back to the waiting room. He took her into her arms when she crashed into him. Her body shook with fear and sobs.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He rocked her and rubbed his hand over her back. “They’re going to be fine. You know nothing like this could take out the alphas of the Wolfe pack. They’re too stubborn.” He felt her head move up and down on his chest, but her sobs were still there. He kissed her crown. “Let’s sit on
His dad had the latest cell phone technology in the car so the call played through the speakers. He could keep his hands on the steering wheel at all times.
Caleb was out of town at a multi-day conference for next generation alphas when he called his dad. His father had just left the weekly board meeting, headed on his way home. The meeting had run long, but it was before ten o’clock.
They chatted about Caleb’s mother, alpha things, and school. Then his dad was silent for a second then told Caleb he wanted to meet privately to discuss a rumor he heard about Rocco at the meeting. He didn’t want to get into in the car but when Caleb returned, they’d go out.
Then his dad asked him the strangest question: “Caleb, did someone have Castor oil in the car?” Caleb didn’t even know what it was and asked why. His father said he smelled it when getting into the SUV. Caleb was clueless. They said goodbye and that was the last time he heard his father’s voice.
Caleb held back emotions that tried to take him over. Now wasn’t the time to lose it. They had another crisis to take care of.
The next curve was approaching too quickly. He felt helpless. There was nothing any of them could do. The three watched silently as the SUV ahead of them hit the rocky shoulder, smashed through the metal guardrail, and disappeared over the side.
Caleb sat impatiently in the hospital waiting room. Aric had been pacing the hall forever. Mason vanished some time ago. Caleb had called all the mates to tell them what happened and to get here quickly.
When he closed his eyes, the horrifying image of the scene flashed vividly in his mind. He wondered how similar his dad’s accident had been.
After Tristan’s SUV went over the edge, Caleb slammed on the brakes within seconds where the vehicle went over. The two brothers jumped out of the truck before Caleb came to a full stop. He pulled out is phone as he stumbled down the rocky slope toward the mangled SUV and dialed 911.
Pieces of the black auto littered the bankside. The SUV didn’t drive over the edge, it flew over. Airborne. Then plummeted to the ground. Caleb wasn’t sure, but it looked like the vehicle flipped several times, throwing engine parts and axels and wheels. He smelled gasoline.
All he could remember was the brothers pulling their parents from the wreckage before the explosion. The force of the blast knocked them all off their feet. Thick black smoke filled the air. First responders didn’t have any problem finding them.
Time moved in slow motion, yet everything happened so fast. Flashing lights was what he recalled the most. There were so many: multiples of police, fire, and ambulances. He watched as the fire crew brought up Tristan and Barbara on stretchers. They were dead. Had to be. By looking at the SUV, he didn’t see how anyone could’ve survived.
A son rode in each ambulance when they finally took off, sirens blaring. He remained to give police information to start the investigation. He was having a hard time keeping it together. He couldn’t imagine what the brothers were going through. Wait. Yes, he could. They would have nightmares like he had for years after his father’s accident. Survivor’s guilt would soon set in, even though it was illogical. That’s what the therapist told him, anyway. Logic didn’t work when it came to emotions.
“Caleb!” Ellie’s near hysterical yell brought him back to the waiting room. He took her into her arms when she crashed into him. Her body shook with fear and sobs.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He rocked her and rubbed his hand over her back. “They’re going to be fine. You know nothing like this could take out the alphas of the Wolfe pack. They’re too stubborn.” He felt her head move up and down on his chest, but her sobs were still there. He kissed her crown. “Let’s sit on
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