Shift Out of Luck by Abigail Owen

Author:Abigail Owen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Two Hour Short Reads; Family Feud Romance; Marriage of Convenience; Enemies to Lovers; Action & Adventure Fantasy; Fantasy Adventure Fiction; Myth & Legend Fantasy eBooks; Paranormal & Urban Fantasy; Paranormal Werewolves & Shifters Romance; Humorous Fantasy; Shifter Romance; Werewolves; Clan Feud; Family Feud; Sexy; PNR; Paranormal Romance; Alpha Male; Alpha Hero; Abigail Owen; Entangled Publishing; Amara Next; Single Title Romance; Brimstone INC
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2020-03-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The cabin, so familiar, was tucked away in the middle of the wilderness. Tala had been born in this cabin, long before being an alpha was even an inkling of a thought to her family.

The building was as basic as you could get, smelling of the pine trees from which the logs had been hewn. It boasted a combined kitchen and living area with a small separate bathroom on the first floor and a ladder leading up to a loft that functioned as a bedroom. Minimal furniture, a power generator, and a well system for water afforded all the required comforts of living. A large pond was situated within walking distance, down a steep hill from the flat clearing on which the cabin was situated.

The winding route to get here had taken a good few hours. After enjoying a private run around the property, letting her wolf out to roam, at Marrok’s suggestion, she felt worlds better. Looser. Freer here, away from all those judging gazes.

After shifting, she swiftly pulled on a pair of jeans and navy cotton tank top. She wrapped a thick leather belt around her waist and twisted her hair up, securing it with her hair sticks. Finally, she pulled on a pair of hiking boots Leia had left behind and tied them up. Then let herself into the cabin.

“What’s this?” Tala couldn’t contain her shocked outburst at finding Marrok in the kitchen.

Alpha males did not cook. Period.

Hell, she was an alpha female, and she didn’t cook. Nevertheless, the cabin was filled with the mouthwatering scent of ground beef, and a pot of water boiled softly on the cooktop. Her stomach chose that instant to gurgle, and her wolf lolled her tongue at the prospect of food. Dang, she was famished.

A good run always did that to her.

Her mate turned and grinned over his shoulder, his eyes crinkling in a playful way that tugged at her heart.

“Spaghetti.” He waved at a jar of sauce on the counter with his spatula. “Nothing fancy.”

Why did a simple act like cooking dinner for her make her feel all warm and fuzzy? Tala wasn’t sure she wanted to inspect the emotion further. Weakness in an alpha wasn’t going to get her anywhere. And Marrok could be a big weakness.

“Can I help?” Doing something, anything, would make this uncomfortable, stomach- churning sensation go away.

“You can sit and take a break.”

Tala eyed the small wood table with two chairs as if it were a snake that might bite her.

“Problem?”

“I don’t sit still well,” she murmured. She was almost as bad as a hummingbird shifter that way.

Marrok’s deep laugh pulled her out of her head. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. The rumbling sound warmed her from the inside out. She’d always liked his laugh, from the very first moment. Wouldn’t mind hearing it more. Her shoulders slumped. She wasn’t funny or witty, so getting him to laugh with her was about as likely as making the change without pain. Irritation followed closely on the heels of her uncharacteristic self-pity.

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