Forbidden Shifters Complete Series (Books 1-6): A Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance

by Selena Scott

  Seth frowned after him. “He owes you an apology for almost attacking you last night.”

  “Obviously. Hey, I really like your mom.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yeah. She was so composed last night. And she basically put all three girls to bed. She made us some dinner, tea, assured us that everything was all right and shut the lights off. It was incredible.”

  There was another quiet moment while Seth rearranged himself so that his legs hung off the side of the kitchen table. “Sarah, I don’t want you to marry me just because you feel compelled to protect me.”

  Irritation flared within her again.

  He held up a hand when he saw it on her face. “I just needed to say that out loud,” he told her.

  “Seth, you love me, right? Because it really seems like you love me.”

  His eyes dilated a little as he slipped a hand around her waist. “I loved you almost immediately. Even before I knew I did. You’re the easiest person to love I’ve ever met.”

  “Great! So, let’s get married.”

  Seth laughed and shook his head at her. “Somehow I thought this was going to go differently.”

  “You thought I’d run screaming from the house and turn you into the authorities?”

  “No. I didn’t think you’d do that. I’ve known for a while that you would never turn me in. I guess… Sarah, I’m not altogether tame. I can’t really control my shift. It could be dangerous or scary for you.”

  “We’ll get used to it, Seth. And I’ll buy some tranquilizer darts for my bow. I’m a great shot. You’ll never know what hit you.”

  Seth laughed, like the thought had never occurred to him. “I’m not a soft, furry ferret shifter, Sarah. I’m a wolf.”

  “A very pretty wolf. You looked so handsome.”

  “We haven’t known each other very long. What if we fight all the time and get sick of each other and want a divorce?”

  “Well, we don’t have to get married today. Let’s wait a while and get used to each other first. At least we know it’s an option, right?”

  “I’ve never thought marriage was in the cards for me.”

  “Dying alone is overrated.”

  He laughed. “Should I propose? Like on one knee?”

  She shrugged. “I think I already kind of stole your thunder on that one.”

  They both laughed this time and he shook his head. “I’m thinking I should probably get used to you stealing my thunder.”

  “I can’t help it if I’m so kickass.”

  “I’m in love with you.”

  “I’m in love with you, too.”

  Seth leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers. “How is this real? How could this possibly have worked out that way?”

  “All that worry for nothing,” she agreed.

  “All that worry.” He paused, frowning. “I hate to admit this, but I think me and my brothers’ lives are kind of defined by worry and deprivation of everything we want.”

  “That’s no way to live. And as of today, that changes for you. We’ll work on your brothers.”

  Sarah swung her legs off the side of the table too and just looked at both of their feet for a long minute. Seth’s feet were dirty and scratched from his night in the woods.

  “Seth, my life isn’t so simple, either.”

  “I know.”

  “We haven’t seen the last of my father. And I’m not going to sit back and just let CTAARUS run this town. I plan on fighting back.”

  “Both of those things sound very manageable to me.”

  She was quiet for a minute. “What if I want to try to qualify for the Olympics again?”

  “Sarah,” he said as he slid off the table and gathered her hands up in his. “Are you serious? Nothing would make me happier! That would be so freaking cool.”

  She smiled at him. “So, I take it you’re saying yes? You wanna get married?”

  Seth’s green eyes filled her vision as he pressed his forehead to hers, their hands clasped between them. “I’m saying yes, Sarah. For the first time in my life, I’m saying yes to exactly what I never thought I’d be lucky enough to have.”

  The End

  A Mate for Raphael

  CHAPTER ONE

  For the third time in as many months, Raphael Durant stood on a woman’s front yard in just his boxer briefs. He held his shoes and pants in his hands but his shirt was still being brandished by a very angry woman.

  Raph liked a laugh as much as the next guy, and this might have been funny… if it didn’t feel like complete déjà vu. Three months ago, Michelle had kicked him out of the house in the middle of the night. Hannah had actually kicked him out of the house in the wee dark hours of the morning. And here was Corinne, kicking him out before they’d even eaten dinner. His shirt caught him full in the face. At least this time the woman who was kicking him to the curb was making sure he left with all his belongings.

  “Corinne,” he said, his voice muffled through the fabric of his shirt. He yanked it down and was greeted by the sight of an extremely miffed blonde.

  “I don’t want to hear it, Raphael. Whatever excuse you’re going to give me. I’m sure your words will sound nice, they’ll appease me, we’ll end up inside, mauling each other again. But then you’ll leave and I’ll think to myself, what did he actually say? And I won’t have a damn clue. Because you never actually say anything. I ask you a simple question about your family: How many brothers do you have? And you can’t even answer that. You’re completely and entirely closed off. You’re secretive and elusive and —”

  “Corinne,” Raph said in frustration. “We just met each other. We’ve only been dating for, like, four weeks. How can you expect me to—”

  “Whether or not you have any siblings isn’t exactly a state secret, Raphael!” she roared, and Raph was momentarily stunned at how such a little body could create a booming resonance. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of her neighbors pull back the curtains to watch. “But you won’t tell me anything about your life. Anything. I don’t even know where you live! Are you seeing other girls? Who knows! You could have a secret family for all I know. You could have kids. I could be the other woman and I would have no fucking clue! Because you don’t tell me anything.”

  He hated that she was right. He knew that it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to her and it wasn’t fair to him. It wasn’t his natural inclination to be secretive. He was naturally gregarious and open and chatty. But how could he possibly explain to her that being close-mouthed was a matter of survival? For himself and his family.

  He couldn’t explain that. Not without giving away his secrets. So he just stood there on the lawn, the dewy grass cold under his feet, his clothes in a bundle in his hands, and he watched as all the anger seeped out of pretty Corinne McCray and she simply got sad.

  “Corinne, maybe if we gave this thing a little time…” He liked her, he really did. He wasn’t sure if she’d be his wife, but he’d never find out if she didn’t give him more time to get to know one another.

  Corinne gave him another sad look with her almond-shaped blue eyes and Raph wished she’d go back to being mad. Those sad eyes were killing him. “You have no idea how much I’m tempted to do that. You’re funny and sexy and a lot of fun, Raphael.”

  “Then why don’t we just go back inside and—”

  She held up a firm hand. “But I don’t trust you.”

  Her words landed like bricks between them. Raphael looked down at the ground as if he could see the indentation those words left behind.

  And there it was. The inescapable truth. He didn’t blame her. He hadn’t given her any reason to trust him over these last few weeks. He’d liked her and pursued her and had given her almost nothing but his body every few nights.

  She deserved more than that. But he wasn’t capable of giving it. His hands were tied.

  “All right,” Raphael said, lifting his eyes to meet hers. “I understand. I… I’m gonna go.”

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p; She nodded, looking like she wanted to stop him, but saying nothing.

  He turned on his heel and was just tossing his clothes into his car and toeing into his sneakers when he felt her cool hand on his elbow.

  There weren’t tears in her eyes and Raphael could have kissed her for it. He couldn’t handle tears. They wrecked him.

  “Take care of yourself,” she whispered.

  “You too.”

  “But not too much care,” she quickly added. “I’m pretty sure you’d be happier if you took a little bit less good care of yourself. Let yourself get a little banged up here and there.”

  He chuffed out agreement. If only he could afford to be a little more cavalier with who he let into his life, but it wasn’t just his life at stake here. It was his entire family.

  “And Raph?” She was leaning into the window of the car now.

  “Yeah?” He started the car.

  “A little piece of advice? You’re never going to find love unless you let somebody know you.”

  He said nothing.

  “And,” she continued, “if you can’t bear to let somebody new in, you better learn to love somebody who already knows you. Otherwise it’s gonna be a long, lonely life for you.”

  She tapped the top of his car and turned to walk back up to her house.

  ***

  “I mean… it doesn’t not look like a wolf, right?” Natalie Chalk asked her sister. Nat had her head cocked to one side, her hands on her hips as she surveyed the royally mediocre painting she’d just spent an hour working on.

  Kaya, five years younger, unbelievably gorgeous and always extremely honest, just kind of sucked her lips into her mouth and said nothing.

  “Oh, give me a break!” Nat said, laughing good-naturedly at her sister’s prudent lack of response. “It’s not that bad!”

  “It…” Kaya started, obviously trying to restrain her laughter. “It’s a painting of a wolf on top of a wedding cake, howling at a bagel and cream cheese?”

  Nat burst out laughing. “Oh God. Yeah, it really does look like that. No. The wolf is sitting on a mountain. And he’s obviously howling at the moon. But now that you mention the bagel thing…” She tossed her paintbrush down. “I give up.”

  The sisters flopped down on their couch together. “What brought on this sudden foray into the fine arts?” Kaya asked.

  “I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t want to be one of those pathetic, dateless 28-year-olds who stay at home on a Friday night watching Netflix and eating cookie dough.”

  “And somehow, in your mind, staying home on a Friday night and making terrible art is less pathetic?”

  Nat promptly smothered her cackling, smart-ass sister with a couch cushion.

  Kaya shoved her away, laughing and gasping. “If you wanted to go out, all you had to do was ask.”

  Kaya and Nat were extremely close, more like best friends than sisters. But they also couldn’t have been more different. Kaya, though younger, was much more self-composed, often quiet, analytical, honest, slightly negative. Whereas Nat was ebullient, optimistic, loud, clumsy, hilarious, always trying something new and failing, a social butterfly.

  But now, Nat sighed, tossing the pillow aside. “I don’t want to drag you all over town just because I’m lonely. Besides. It’s not that I’m just dying to hit up the bars and restaurants we’ve been to a hundred times before…”

  “It’s that you wish Paul would get off his ass and call you so that you could go to those bars and restaurants with him.”

  Kaya’s tone was unoffended and matter-of-fact, but Nat still winced when she heard the words. “It’s not that I don’t want to hang out with you, Kay.”

  “I get it, Nat. You have feelings for a guy who just won’t play ball with you.” Kaya pushed her head back into the couch cushions. “I just really don’t understand this guy.”

  “Me neither,” said a deep, familiar voice from behind them.

  Both sisters craned their heads over the couch to see Raphael standing in their front doorway, swinging his spare set of their house keys on one finger.

  “Oh no!” Nat said the second she caught sight of her best friend’s expression. “What happened? Tonight was your big date with Corinne.”

  Raphael sighed and kicked their front door closed behind him. “I got the boot.”

  “It’s only 8:15,” Kaya noted. “That’s a new record.”

  Raphael kicked his shoes off, hopped over the back of the couch and flicked Kaya on the ear. “No need to rub it in.”

  This was common banter between Kaya and Raph, but Nat could see that Raph was actually pretty bothered by whatever had gone down between him and Corinne. She sighed. It bugged her that her best friend was always caught up in these situations with women. He was such a good guy. And he really deserved love. But things were… complicated for him. He wasn’t the easiest person to get to know and Nat hadn’t been able to do much more than watch as he’d gotten lonelier and lonelier over the years.

  “What happened?”

  Raph, his head leaned back on a cushion, lazily rolled to look Nat in the eye. “The usual. Women are really good at sensing when you’re hiding something from them. And they always end up assuming that I’m cheating.”

  Nat scoffed.

  Raphael got around for sure. But he was also the most loyal person she’d ever met in her entire life. The only reason he dated so many women was because it never worked out with them, but while he was with a woman, he wasn’t with other women. Like, ever.

  “I’m sorry, Raph. I wish there was a way to explain—”

  “What in God’s name is that?” Suddenly Raph was on his feet and striding over to the painting that Nat had been working on just minutes before.

  Kaya was already laughing. “Just Nat’s latest hobby.”

  It was probably true that Nat’s hobby was looking for hobbies. There was evidence of it all over their apartment. A set of partially woven baskets sat on top of one bookshelf, an unfinished puzzle on the coffee table. There was a cabinet filled with spices she’d purchased and only really used once or twice. A series of semi-good portraits of Kaya and Raphael’s family lined one wall from the few weeks Nat had fancied herself a photographer. In the bathroom, there was a cosmetics aisle’s worth of makeup from last year when she’d been watching too many YouTube tutorials.

  So, she liked trying stuff. Was that a crime?

  “Nat,” Raphael said as he leaned down to peer at the crappy little painting. “I’m speechless. This is… this is true genius.”

  Natalie laughed and dragged a hand down her face. “Right.”

  Raphael sat himself on the stool she’d been sitting on and picked up the paintbrush, starting to re-mix the colors she’d been using.

  She sighed. She knew exactly how this was going to go. There was nothing that Raph tried that he wasn’t automatically incredible at. When Nat had taught him how to snowboard in high school, he’d been carving down a black diamond two hours later. When she’d taught him how to drive a stick, he hadn’t stalled out her old truck even once. When they’d taken a cooking class together a couple of years ago, he’d literally made the teacher tear up at how good his tiramisu was. On the first try.

  He was just a talented person.

  Nat rose up from the couch and fished a few beers out from her fridge. She popped the tops and handed one to Raph, who was bent over her painting, and to Kaya, who was fiddling with her phone, slumped on the couch.

  “What about you?” Raph asked. “Why aren’t you two out on the town tonight?”

  “I didn’t particularly feel like getting stared at by droves of incoherent men,” Kaya said matter-of-factly. She had an almost painful level of beauty that did, in fact, render most men temporarily speechless. She couldn’t have been less interested in their attentions. “But this one here didn’t go out because she was moping around, waiting for he-who-shall-not-be-named to get off his ass and call her.”

  “What the hell is Paul’s pro
blem?” Raph muttered, shaking his head as he started to blend new paint over top of what Nat had painted earlier.

  “I know! The guy is such a lump,” Kaya agreed emphatically.

  “Paul is not a lump,” Natalie insisted, her heart thumping hard at just the thought of him. She couldn’t exactly explain why, but there was something about him that just got her engine revving.

  It wasn’t necessarily his looks. Paul was tall and wiry and a just a little bit… beaky. But he had nice hair. In fact, it was pretty much the same dark, glossy hair that Natalie herself had. But that wasn’t why she liked him. She liked him because he was smart and professor-ish. He was serious and thoughtful and organized. She imagined him to be the yin to her yang. In her daydreams, she and Paul were married and Natalie would open up health insurance bills and forget about them, only to discover that Paul had paid and filed them on his own. What a dream that would be. To be partnered with someone who had their shit together.

  “Then what the hell is he?” Kaya demanded. “It’s been a year and a half and the guy has barely even kissed you.”

  “He’s recently divorced!” Nat defended him. “He’s been very clear that he needs time to heal.”

  “Nat,” Kaya argued, “that was true a year and a half ago. But the man has been divorced for two years. And he and his wife were separated for a year before that. I mean, how much time does this guy need to get you into bed?”

  “Amen,” Raphael agreed. The one thing that Raphael wasn’t particularly good at was delayed gratification. And he’d been extremely clear over the last year and a half that watching Natalie glacially pursue Paul was like nails on a chalkboard for him. “Seriously, Nat. We wouldn’t need to be having this conversation if you’d taken my advice already.”

  “Oh my gawd. Can we not go there again? Please?” Nat groaned and covered her own face with the couch cushion.

  “What advice?” Kaya asked, looking back and forth between Nat and Raph.