Heads or Tails (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Werelion Romance) (Quick & Furry Book 4) by Celia Kyle Page B
Authors: Celia Kyle
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the rush of water in the pipes and the scratching scrape of bugs in the walls. Instead she hunted other familiar sounds. She sought Johnny’s heavy breathing or the thump of Caesar’s heart or the constant digestion of food from Aldo’s stomach… hell, she would’ve been happy with some of the guys she didn’t know that well. Anyone. But she heard nothing.
Now her lioness was beginning to panic, the feline catching on to Hillary’s thought process and slowly realizing they were alone. Alone and she didn’t have high hopes that the men would be back. They’d packed, hadn’t they?
Hillary pushed away from the wall and padded to the door, hoping the crack in the panel would allow her to scent some of the surrounding air. Her rooms were generally sealed well and didn’t allow aromas in or out. Not that Tony hadn’t wanted her scenting others, he just didn’t want others to realize he had an omega at hand. Blah, blah, whatever, whatever… She didn’t care about the whys, she only cared about whether the system had failed.
The lioness was quick to render assistance this time, no coaxing needed, and she pressed her nose to the thin line. She breathed deeply, drawing in as much air as she could, and quickly catalogued the flavors.
Fear. Hate. Anger. Pain. Blood. And… something else that made her heart race and body heat with only a hint of that scent.
Hillary stumbled away from the door, eyes wide as a new rush of fear filled the air. But it wasn’t from someone outside the room. It was hers. Because that aroma of smoky sweetness tinged with a hint of the dry plains belonged to her… mate.
Her first thought should be one of joy followed by euphoria and desperation for a flat surface. Instead panic suffused her. Panic and fear. But not for her. She could deal with something happening to her. She’d been waiting for the ax to fall for over twenty years. But despite Tony’s incarceration, she belonged to the man and having a mate would be a threat to that possession.
Tony only had one reaction to a threat.
Death.
*
Oscar glared at the rundown house. Hell, all the rundown houses. They’d gotten a tip and here they were. And by “here,” he meant God’s own asshole. How such a place could exist in the city he loved so much was beyond him. The wind kicked up, blowing the scent of rotted garbage and decaying meat, and he nearly lost his lunch. He was a lion, but his cat wouldn’t go near whatever the fuck that was.
His partner for the day, Colton, slipped from their SUV and rounded the vehicle to stand beside him.
As Colton neared, he shrugged into his black leather jacket and Oscar chuckled. “You better just take that right back off unless you want your cat to tear through it when you shift.”
“Fuck that noise. I’m not dropping to four in this shit.”
Oscar smirked at the male. “Oh, yeah, you are.” Colton opened his mouth to object once again and Oscar was quick to cut him off. “ I was not the one who pissed off Zane and got handed double shifts. That was you .”
They were both enforcers, two of six of the highest ranked males in the pride, responsible for ensuring the safety of their members. Normally, they all got along great. They fucked with each other sure, but for the most part it was harmless.
At least until Colton went after Zane and upset the lion’s mate. Colton had been an ass which in turn upset Addy—Zane’s mate—and in turn upset Zane’s adopted son Jack. Considering Zane was the most senior of them all and the one in charge of making up the duty schedules, Colton had really fucked up. And now they were all having a fuckton of fun giving the male shit.
In this case, Colton might actually be walking in shit.
“Come on, Oscar. That was a week ago.”
Oscar shrugged. “Not my deal, man. Did you apologize to Addy and make it up to her?”
The younger lion sighed and dropped his head back in frustration. “ Yes . I apologized, I bought her shit and I even sent
Now her lioness was beginning to panic, the feline catching on to Hillary’s thought process and slowly realizing they were alone. Alone and she didn’t have high hopes that the men would be back. They’d packed, hadn’t they?
Hillary pushed away from the wall and padded to the door, hoping the crack in the panel would allow her to scent some of the surrounding air. Her rooms were generally sealed well and didn’t allow aromas in or out. Not that Tony hadn’t wanted her scenting others, he just didn’t want others to realize he had an omega at hand. Blah, blah, whatever, whatever… She didn’t care about the whys, she only cared about whether the system had failed.
The lioness was quick to render assistance this time, no coaxing needed, and she pressed her nose to the thin line. She breathed deeply, drawing in as much air as she could, and quickly catalogued the flavors.
Fear. Hate. Anger. Pain. Blood. And… something else that made her heart race and body heat with only a hint of that scent.
Hillary stumbled away from the door, eyes wide as a new rush of fear filled the air. But it wasn’t from someone outside the room. It was hers. Because that aroma of smoky sweetness tinged with a hint of the dry plains belonged to her… mate.
Her first thought should be one of joy followed by euphoria and desperation for a flat surface. Instead panic suffused her. Panic and fear. But not for her. She could deal with something happening to her. She’d been waiting for the ax to fall for over twenty years. But despite Tony’s incarceration, she belonged to the man and having a mate would be a threat to that possession.
Tony only had one reaction to a threat.
Death.
*
Oscar glared at the rundown house. Hell, all the rundown houses. They’d gotten a tip and here they were. And by “here,” he meant God’s own asshole. How such a place could exist in the city he loved so much was beyond him. The wind kicked up, blowing the scent of rotted garbage and decaying meat, and he nearly lost his lunch. He was a lion, but his cat wouldn’t go near whatever the fuck that was.
His partner for the day, Colton, slipped from their SUV and rounded the vehicle to stand beside him.
As Colton neared, he shrugged into his black leather jacket and Oscar chuckled. “You better just take that right back off unless you want your cat to tear through it when you shift.”
“Fuck that noise. I’m not dropping to four in this shit.”
Oscar smirked at the male. “Oh, yeah, you are.” Colton opened his mouth to object once again and Oscar was quick to cut him off. “ I was not the one who pissed off Zane and got handed double shifts. That was you .”
They were both enforcers, two of six of the highest ranked males in the pride, responsible for ensuring the safety of their members. Normally, they all got along great. They fucked with each other sure, but for the most part it was harmless.
At least until Colton went after Zane and upset the lion’s mate. Colton had been an ass which in turn upset Addy—Zane’s mate—and in turn upset Zane’s adopted son Jack. Considering Zane was the most senior of them all and the one in charge of making up the duty schedules, Colton had really fucked up. And now they were all having a fuckton of fun giving the male shit.
In this case, Colton might actually be walking in shit.
“Come on, Oscar. That was a week ago.”
Oscar shrugged. “Not my deal, man. Did you apologize to Addy and make it up to her?”
The younger lion sighed and dropped his head back in frustration. “ Yes . I apologized, I bought her shit and I even sent
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