His lucky moon mate, p.1
His Lucky Moon Mate, page 1
HIS LUCKY MOON MATE
A Macconwood Pack Tale
C.D. GORRI
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His Lucky Moon Mate
Shannon and Binder
A Macconwood Pack Tale 14
by C.D. Gorri
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Copyright 2024 C.D. Gorri
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Contents
His Lucky Moon Mate Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
Beware… Here Be Dragons!
Excerpt from No Otter Lover
Also by C.D. Gorri
About the Author
His Lucky Moon Mate Blurb
He was supposed to run her out of town, not fall in love.
When an underground Shifter casino trespasses on the Macconwood Pack’s home turf, Alpha Rafe Maccon sends one of his new Wolves to investigate. Pack lawyer Balvinder Sidak arrives at the Lucky Moon ready to spar with the Leprechaun who runs it, but he doesn’t expect to meet the man’s daughter in his stead.
His Wolf is struck dumb when he meets the curvaceous female. But could circumstances be more wrong for the Shifter to find his mate? Serving her with an eviction notice is hardly the hallmark of true romance.
Shannon O’Doyle’s father has skipped out on her again! This is the last time the smarmy thief is going to leave his daughter holding the bag!
Hiding out from her father’s crew of unpaid supernatural employees currently banging down her door, Shannon runs into another problem in the shape of one smarty—not to mention sexy—pants, Werewolf, who wants to force her out of town. Too bad she can’t afford the trip!
Will Shannon and Binder be able to settle their differences and find true love in this whirlwind paranormal romance?
Chapter 1
“Da? Da! No, no, no. Da! You have to be here,” Shannon muttered, as she pushed her way into her father’s office.
Shoving past the boxes and piles of paper scattered about haphazardly, blocking the doorway, she finally gained entry and what she saw was sadly no surprise. He was gone.
Shite.
This could not be happening to her. It was payday, and she’d already been notified by her bank that her account was overdrawn. Ergo, no, she had not been paid. Again. As if that weren’t bad enough, the several supernaturals employed at the Lucky Moon Casino had started calling and texting and literally banging down her door as of thirty minutes ago. That was right after the banks had opened and, like her, everyone had noticed their paychecks had not been deposited.
Rat bastard! He did it again!
Shannon simply could not believe her father! After all his promises and the groveling and begging he did after the last time he’d skipped out, leaving her holding the bag, the tiny deceitful little bugger had done it again. Ugh!
“Shannon! Are you in there?” Ollie came in after her, the poor nearsighted mole Shifter tripped over some boxes and it was all Shannon could do to stop him from knocking her to the floor with him.
“Ooof! Sorry, Shannon,” he muttered, hands outstretched and grabbing her boobs.
She rolled her eyes heavenward and grabbed his wrists.
“Ollie, what have I told you about rushing in places?” she said, exasperated with the man.
He was a walking, talking accident waiting to happen, but he also happened to be one of the best damn dealers she’d ever seen. Maybe it was the dark lighting inside the casino, the feel of the felt tables, or the smoothness of the cards. She couldn’t say for sure. But whatever the reason, no one could shuffle or deal cards like Ollie. It was why her Da had hired him.
“Sorry Shannon, you know some of the others are asking about their paycheck.”
“I know, Ollie. I got stiffed too,” she said sadly, rubbing her forehead.
“Am I interrupting something?” a deep, lightly accented voice said from the doorway.
Was her Da’s office suddenly Grand Central Station or something?
She heaved a sigh, looking down at Ollie’s hands still clutching at her bosoms, and Shannon pushed him off. The oaf took two steps back, snorted and chuckled an apology while she stood to face the stranger. Bloody hell. He sure was a looker.
Her eyes went wide as the tall, dark, and handsome stranger came waltzing into her father’s office. Ollie turned his head, his hands still grabbing onto Shannon’s breasts, and the Eejit still didn’t let go. The stranger’s chest rumbled, and Shannon gulped. Was he growling at her? She shoved Ollie away from her.
“For feck’s sake, let me go!”
“Sorry. Um, who are you?” Ollie asked the man.
“My name is Balvinder Sidak, and I work for Macconwood Law Associates—”
“A lawyer? Oh, that’s just great,” Shannon muttered, stepping over boxes to get behind her father’s desk. “I suppose I should be glad your Alpha didn’t send the whole Pack to chase us out.”
“Speaking of chase, Shannon. The guys, well, they ain’t gonna take this sittin’ down no more.”
“Are you the owner of the casino?” the handsome lawyer asked, one perfectly arched eyebrow raised as he looked her over.
She didn’t need his scathing glare to know what she looked like. Shannon was well aware of her plus-sized figure. But she had no time to lament the fact her sizeable ass would never attract someone like him.
Feck, but he was gorgeous. Eyes the color of dark chocolate, the good stuff, stared at her from a face that could have been carved from granite. His skin was smooth and tawny, his facial hair just the right length, and it matched the carefully combed hair on his head. Her fingers itched to run through it. Yeah, she’d like to mess it up nice and good.
She even allowed herself a second to wonder what it would look like after a good tumble, but she shook those thoughts away. Dirty minds were terrible things to waste, unfortunately she had no time to indulge in hers. Damn her Da. She should never have trusted him again.
“Miss? Or is it Missus? Are you two dating?” he asked, taking her by surprise.
“The name is Shannon O’Doyle. I am single. And it’s my father you’re obviously wanting.”
“Good,” he growled softly.
Shannon snorted and shook her head. What riddles was this man talking in? She rolled her eyes at the sexy stuffed shirt and turned back to Ollie.
“You already talked to everyone?” she asked, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.
Shite. Even with her savings she couldn’t cover everyone’s payroll.
“Yeah, they’re having a meeting right now. They want your dad’s head, er, or yours,” Ollie said, breaking the tension with even more good news.
For feck’s sake! Couldn’t the universe give her a break just once? She started digging through drawers, opening and closing them before slamming her hands down on the desk.
“Dammit, Ollie, there is nothin’ here. Look, can you stall them?”
“For you Shannon Rose? Of course I can,” the Mole Shifter said with a smile.
“You’re just smiling cause you had your hands on my tits not five minutes ago,” she remarked and rolled her eyes.
“I did at that, and what glorious tits they are!” Ollie said, eyes round as he lifted his hands and pretended to squeeze.
Eejit.
The sound of a very loud growl interrupted their banter and Shannon lifted her cerulean gaze to the Werewolf lawyer who suddenly looked as if he wanted to chew on poor Ollie.
“Um, I better get going, Shannon,” Ollie mumbled nearly falling down as he squeaked and ran past the snarling Werewolf.
“What is your problem?” she asked the man.
“My problem? Do you always let your employees feel you up or was today special?” he grunted, angry and having no qualms about letting her know it.
Shannon could hardly contemplate the reasonings of a mad Werewolf, so she just ignored him. Even trusting her Da not to be a total fuckup, Shannon had put some safeguards in place. First, she had to initiate the spell using her fae magic that would set a sort of time freeze spell on the casino itself. Last time the employees did so much damage it cost a fortune to repair. With her magic, they would not be able to wreck the joint.
Second, she needed her paperwork, ID, and that sort of thing. So rarely did Shannon venture into the normal world, she never carried the stuff.
“Look, I know now that Da didn’t get the proper license to set up the casino here. I promise the paperwork is all legit as far as the Ethical Code for Supernatural Work Act as set forth by the Council. And I would love to help you with that, but if I don’t get my fluffy arse out of here in the next five minutes, there’s going to be an entire team of angry supes. That includes a particularly volatile set of Ogre brothers who vowed to rip any O’Doyle limb from limb the next time Da failed to pay them—”
“Your father took off leaving you to deal with this mess?” the lawyer asked, incredulous and even angrier than before.
Shannon stuffed her ID, bank card, and other things she needed into her purse and turned back to the handsome man.
What was his name again? Oh, Balvinder. Interesting.
“Aye, it’s not the first time. Anyway, we best leave before the spell begins or we’ll be frozen too!”
“What spell?”
“The one I just set into motion when you saw me press that button. Come on!”
She grabbed his hand, ignoring the tingles shooting up her arm from the contact, and ran out the back door.
“Don’t you be going anywhere, O’Doyle!” the sounds of shouting started, and Shannon grimaced.
“Hurry! We must get out of the circle before the spell settles, otherwise we’ll be stuck, too!” she told the Werewolf, and cursed herself for being stupid as she tripped over something on the ground.
“Hold on to me,” he growled, picking her up and cradling her to his chest before her body could come in contact with the unforgiving ground.
He sprinted with her in his arms, following her directions. Shannon saw the casino employees spilling out the back door a couple of dozen feet away.
“Go, go, go,” she murmured, clinging to him tightly.
Feck, he smelled grand. Like the ocean breeze on a sunny day with hints of coconut and lime. She clung to him a little tighter, burying her nose in his neck as he ran them both to safety. The barrier between the woods surrounding the casino came into view and Balvinder stepped through it with the tiniest of shudders, indicating he felt the magic that was created to hide their location.
“Thank you. Oh gods, that could have been bad,” Shannon muttered, pressing against his chest so he could let her down.
Only—he didn’t.
Chapter 2
His heart was beating so rapidly Binder didn’t know what to make of it. Sure, he’d started his day like any other. He was a stickler for routine, and his Wolf had certain needs. So, each morning he began with a thick protein shake, followed by a mug of coffee, six eggs, and today as a treat, he’d added a couple of the banana nut muffins his mum had baked fresh and dropped off at his place before he’d left for work that morning.
He’d recently bought a house in Maccon City to be closer to work, which was cool, since his little sister lived there with her mate. Eira and Cannon were good together and just welcomed his gorgeous niece into the world not six months ago. Hence why his parents were in town.
With his new promotion at Macconwood Law Associates, he had little time to spend with family, just lately. And this new assignment was unlike anything he’d ever come across. Seemed an honest to gods Leprechaun had managed to flout Supernatural Law, Pack mandates, several Shifter Council guidelines. He’d infiltrated Macconwood territory, setting up the Lucky Moon Casino smack dab in the pine barrens.
The man had been warned by a friend of the Pack, an Otter Shifter named Diego Manuel. He even got the casino owner to promise to cooperate with the ensuing investigation into his license with the various Supernatural Councils, but the man, a Leprechaun named Keegan O’Doyle had so far been elusive.
Which was why Binder was standing in the doorway to the Leprechaun’s office completely awestruck by two things. One, the woman before him who smelled like daisies warmed by the summer sun and the sweet fruit jams he loved to spread across his toast. Two, her large breasts which were currently being manhandled by some soon to be dead motherfucker who smelled a lot like moldy dirt.
She pushed the male off her, thank fuck, otherwise Binder was certain he was about to do something stupid. Like kill the man for touching his—his what? He shook his head and tried to get control over his suddenly unmanageable beast. This was highly irregular behavior for him. Binder was always the epitome of self-control.
Till now.
He straightened his tie and tried again, watching the woman as she frantically searched the desk for something. Christ, he bit back his groan as she bent over in her tight blue jeans, giving him a perfect view of her peach of an ass. The other male was looking as well, till Binder snapped his jaws, then the smaller male squeaked and averted his gaze. There was something to be said for self-preservation awareness, especially in the Shifter world.
We should eat him, his Wolf snarled.
Bloody fucking hell. It was official. Binder was losing his mind.
“Miss? Or is it Missus? Are you two dating?” Binder asked, trying to refocus himself.
“The name is Shannon O’Doyle. I am single. And it’s my father you’re obviously wanting,” she snapped, and the Irish lilt in her voice made him grin.
“Good,” he growled softly, ridiculously pleased that she was single.
The smaller Shifter traded a few more words with Shannon, and Binder stayed quiet for the most part. He was trying to listen to what they were saying, but that was pretty damn hard with his Wolf snapping and snarling, urging him to get closer to the woman.
Finally, after some more growling, sudden jealousy, and listening to the two volley back and forth over what he finally understood to be a very serious problem with payroll, Binder understood a couple of things better.
One, Shannon O’Doyle was the daughter of the man he’d come to find to kick off Pack lands after O’Doyle had failed to comply with Supernatural Law.
Two, her father, Keegan O’Doyle, had skipped out on Shannon and his entire casino of Supernatural employees, failing to send their overdue pay.
Three said employees were forming a mob to come after any O’Doyle on the premises as he stood there trying to sort through the crazy dialogue between Shannon and the man, Ollie, who’d been grabbing her tits when he’d walked in. Not to mention Binder’s Wolf and senses had been going fucking crazy the second he’d scented her.
Which led him to four, Binder was pretty fucking certain Shannon O’Doyle was his mate.
Bloody. Fucking. Hell.
They both started running before he could completely wrap his head around the fact, she’d told him she’d cast some sort of Fae magic spell on the casino that was about to go off. As they were running, Shannon almost fell, and he couldn’t have that, so Binder picked her up and carried her the rest of the way, sprinting like mad.
“Thank you. Oh gods, that could have been bad!”
Once they were safely through the magical veil that surrounded the casino, Shannon exhaled and pressed her small hands against his chest, which only made Binder more determined to carry her. His Wolf was totally onboard with the whole keep the female in his arms thing he had going on. Hell, he was practically vibrating with his growl.
“Um, Mr. Sidak? You can put me down now,” Shannon said.
“I don’t think so, Butterfly.”
“Butterfly? Why’d you call me that?” she asked, eyes wide.
“I don’t know. There’s something about you that reminds me of one, I guess. You must know you’re beautiful, Shannon, slightly fragile looking with those big blue eyes and soft, pale skin. But I’d wager you are strong enough to stand against hurricanes, aren’t you?” he asked, a wolfish grin spreading across his face.
“You don’t know me, like at all. And you can’t be carrying me around like I’m some skinny little miss. I’m too heavy, put me down before you do yourself permanent damage,” she said, eyes flashing with her annoyance.
