Mate Marked: Shifters of Silver Peak by Georgette St. Clair Page A
Authors: Georgette St. Clair
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watched Chelsea pull away, feeling sick.
“Nice job,” Mitch Rodgers growled in her ear. She started. He was standing uncomfortably close to her, his hot breath on her ear, leaning in. She took an involuntary step back, which made him scowl. He moved forward, crowding her. Her grandmother wandered by them, holding a pot of hot coffee.
“Tea, dear?” she said cheerfully to Mr. Rodgers, and began pouring coffee on his foot. He let out a scream of pain and jumped back.
“Grandma! Not now,” Joyce said, grabbing her grandmother by the arm and dragging her into the kitchen. She was secretly pleased, however. Not just because she wanted savage, painful revenge on Mitch Rodgers for threatening her family. She also wanted him to stop staring at her in that creepy way, making her stomach churn.
Mitch Rodgers stormed into the kitchen after them, swearing.
“She does that on purpose!” he howled.
“No, she doesn’t! She’s senile! She does not have any clue what she’s doing!” Chelsea said, quickly stepping in front of her grandmother. “And you are not to harm anyone in my family. You promised.”
“I’ve got my eye on you,” Mitch growled at Edna.
“Tea, dear?” she began pouring coffee again, but this time he managed to jump out of the way just in time, swearing. Joyce took the coffee pot away from her grandmother.
“I did what you asked. I got rid of her. Now I want my brothers back,” she said, her stomach churning. She was sick with worry.
Mitch had grabbed them two days ago. Said that they were trespassing on his property; she didn’t know if that was true, but either way, he had them. She didn’t know where they were being held. If she called the police, Mitch had sworn that her brothers would be dead long before the police could find them.
“You’ll get them back when all of this is done,” Mitch growled at her, limping towards the back door. “And it would be a smart idea for you to start being a little nicer to me.” There was a leer on his face this time, and the way that his gaze roved over her body made her feel physically ill.
Chapter Fifteen
The school bus echoed with the shrill sound of “Are we there yet? Are we there yet?”
“Almost!” Chelsea yelled for the millionth time.
“He’ll never know what hit him.” Erika snickered. Chelsea grinned. She’d decided to switch tactics. She’d also decided it would be fun to play dirty.
It was obvious she wouldn’t be able to physically subdue Roman and drag him off to jail, so she was bringing his pack’s worst nightmare right to their doorstep.
What’s the worst nightmare of a commitmentphobe? Children.
Fifteen of them. So many that they’d had to borrow a school bus to transport them all.
Erika had gathered up all her nieces and nephews and younger cousins, who apparently were a wild, out-of-control handful. So far, they were living up to their reputation.
Pepper was enjoying a visit with Lorena, who liked having her in her store. The pack members would come in and give her treats.
They drove down the dirt road that led to the camp. The sun had just risen; she wanted to make sure she got there before the pack headed off to work.
Chelsea parked by the side of the road, flung open the door and waited as all the kids scrambled out.
“Remember, everybody, outlaws like lots of noise!” she called to them as she led them along the dirt trail towards the encampment.
They were hollering loud enough to wake the dead. In case anybody was still sleeping, she shouted, “Good morning! Rise and shine!” at the top of her lungs. The pack members were staggering out of their tents already, half dressed.
“Hello, everybody! Newsflash!” she yelled. “These kids wanted to come meet some real, genuine outlaws. Hey, Rafe, how you doing today?” she asked, as a young boy named Harvey shifted into cub form and hurled himself into Rafe’s arms. Rafe caught him and stumbled backwards, too shocked to speak.
“So
“Nice job,” Mitch Rodgers growled in her ear. She started. He was standing uncomfortably close to her, his hot breath on her ear, leaning in. She took an involuntary step back, which made him scowl. He moved forward, crowding her. Her grandmother wandered by them, holding a pot of hot coffee.
“Tea, dear?” she said cheerfully to Mr. Rodgers, and began pouring coffee on his foot. He let out a scream of pain and jumped back.
“Grandma! Not now,” Joyce said, grabbing her grandmother by the arm and dragging her into the kitchen. She was secretly pleased, however. Not just because she wanted savage, painful revenge on Mitch Rodgers for threatening her family. She also wanted him to stop staring at her in that creepy way, making her stomach churn.
Mitch Rodgers stormed into the kitchen after them, swearing.
“She does that on purpose!” he howled.
“No, she doesn’t! She’s senile! She does not have any clue what she’s doing!” Chelsea said, quickly stepping in front of her grandmother. “And you are not to harm anyone in my family. You promised.”
“I’ve got my eye on you,” Mitch growled at Edna.
“Tea, dear?” she began pouring coffee again, but this time he managed to jump out of the way just in time, swearing. Joyce took the coffee pot away from her grandmother.
“I did what you asked. I got rid of her. Now I want my brothers back,” she said, her stomach churning. She was sick with worry.
Mitch had grabbed them two days ago. Said that they were trespassing on his property; she didn’t know if that was true, but either way, he had them. She didn’t know where they were being held. If she called the police, Mitch had sworn that her brothers would be dead long before the police could find them.
“You’ll get them back when all of this is done,” Mitch growled at her, limping towards the back door. “And it would be a smart idea for you to start being a little nicer to me.” There was a leer on his face this time, and the way that his gaze roved over her body made her feel physically ill.
Chapter Fifteen
The school bus echoed with the shrill sound of “Are we there yet? Are we there yet?”
“Almost!” Chelsea yelled for the millionth time.
“He’ll never know what hit him.” Erika snickered. Chelsea grinned. She’d decided to switch tactics. She’d also decided it would be fun to play dirty.
It was obvious she wouldn’t be able to physically subdue Roman and drag him off to jail, so she was bringing his pack’s worst nightmare right to their doorstep.
What’s the worst nightmare of a commitmentphobe? Children.
Fifteen of them. So many that they’d had to borrow a school bus to transport them all.
Erika had gathered up all her nieces and nephews and younger cousins, who apparently were a wild, out-of-control handful. So far, they were living up to their reputation.
Pepper was enjoying a visit with Lorena, who liked having her in her store. The pack members would come in and give her treats.
They drove down the dirt road that led to the camp. The sun had just risen; she wanted to make sure she got there before the pack headed off to work.
Chelsea parked by the side of the road, flung open the door and waited as all the kids scrambled out.
“Remember, everybody, outlaws like lots of noise!” she called to them as she led them along the dirt trail towards the encampment.
They were hollering loud enough to wake the dead. In case anybody was still sleeping, she shouted, “Good morning! Rise and shine!” at the top of her lungs. The pack members were staggering out of their tents already, half dressed.
“Hello, everybody! Newsflash!” she yelled. “These kids wanted to come meet some real, genuine outlaws. Hey, Rafe, how you doing today?” she asked, as a young boy named Harvey shifted into cub form and hurled himself into Rafe’s arms. Rafe caught him and stumbled backwards, too shocked to speak.
“So
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