The King takes a Mate: Paranormal Shape Shifter Alpha Male Cage Fighter Werelion pregnancy romance (Shifter Fight League Book 4) by Mina Carter Page A

stomach. Emotion radiated out from the center of her chest. Normally any club manager would be shitting themselves right about now… but she wasn’t just any club manager. She was the one in love with the king of the Ring, Logan Reese, and the one carrying his child. Cub? Kitten… they were both lion shifters, so she guessed the correct term would be cub. Still, the thought of the child nestled in her womb filled her with warmth and love. She never thought she’d ever become a mom. Ever.
    Dragging her mind back to the present, she focused on Ethan. One problem at a time. She’d work out what the hell was going on here, and then she would deal with Logan.
    “Okay, so what exactly is he?”
    Ethan’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I’m not entirely sure…”
    She arched an eyebrow, not at all fooled by the evasive answer. “But you have a good idea, don’t you?”
    “Perhaps.” He stepped back from the bed, gathering up his medical equipment and putting it into his bag. “I need to check on something, make a few calls first.”
    “Whoa, whoa… Not so fast.” She stepped in front of him, feeling her cat take a peek out of her eyes. Ethan’s flared amber with his wolf in response.
    Backing off, her hands up to show she meant no harm, she smiled in apology. “Sorry, still getting used to having someone else on board.”
    Taking a deep breath, she eased her cat back and looked at him again. “If you could give me some idea of what you’re thinking? Puts me in a better position when Logan wants answers.”
    Ethan inclined his head, an acknowledgment of her apology. If she’d busted out the cat on his ass here and now, he was in a losing position and he knew it. Even though she was a newly “turned” shifter, she was an alpha lioness so she could more than kick ass if she needed to. But it was more than that. If he laid a finger on her, Logan would tear him a new one. Literally.
    “I need to check with a friend… well, more like the friend of a friend… but I think he might be a reaper.”
    “Reaper? You’ve got to be kidding me!” The laugh burst from her before she could stop it. “Don’t be ridiculous… they’re just a myth.”
    And they were. Reapers were collectors, harvesting the souls of the dead to send them to the afterlife…sort of like mini Grim Reapers, but they were just an urban legend. A story retold over and over, embellished each time.
    Ethan watched her levelly. “Not a myth. I’ve seen one.”
    She blinked. The werewolf was possibly the most serious man she’d ever met. She didn’t think he was into fairy tales or that he’d joke about anything… much less a subject like this.
    “Really? Where?”
    He didn’t look away, honesty burning in his gaze. “Someplace I can’t admit to. We were behind enemy lines and pinned down. Ever seen a rabid werewolf? No? You don’t want to. But we were pinned down by an entire pack. No way out. One of the newbies, Cal, bought it pretty quick, and we had no idea what he was until he woke up again. He tore through the enemy like they weren’t even there… scary as fuck to watch, but I sure was glad he was on our side.”
    Shit. She shook her head. Reapers couldn’t be real. That was just too weird. Next he’d be telling her the valkyrie were real as well.
    “So this guy, Cal? Is he the one you’re ringing?”
    He shook his head. “Nope. Lost touch with him a while back, but a friend of mine is the police captain in a small town a couple of hours away. One of his guys is seeing a reaper. She’s helped with a few demon issues.”
    Zara shuddered despite herself. Demons were nasty as hell (no pun intended) and thankfully, the city had been clear of such problems for a while.
    “Okay, so you’re going to get her take on the matter? See if that’s what he is?”
    “Yeah. See if she knows why he hasn’t woken up yet. Because he’s not dead, but he’s not alive either… and the only other option is a