Psycho by C.J. Pinard

Author:C.J. Pinard
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: werewolf romance, shifter romance, paranormal MC club, MC romance, PNR, new orleans, minnesota, fantasy romance, werewolf romance books for adults, sexy shifters, paranormal romance
Publisher: Pin House Press, LLC
Published: 2024-04-23T00:00:00+00:00

“Shouldn’t she be back by now?” I asked Charlie, who was working out with me in the separate gym at the back of the clubhouse. I lifted the weight up to my shoulder and flexed it back down toward my leg, intent on repeating it twenty-nine more times.

Charlie shrugged and kept pounding her feet on the treadmill. “I don’t know. She was just shopping for witch stuff?”

I nodded. “Yeah, and I told her to shop for whatever else she needed. Gave her my card.”

Charlie laughed through her wheezing breaths, her face beet-red and shiny from perspiration. “If you gave her your card and told her to go shopping, my guy... then she went shopping.”

I furrowed my brow. “What else could she possibly need that we didn’t supply her with? I’d bought her some feminine items, makeup, and even clothes. She had unlimited access to food and drink and roof over her head.”

“You make it sound like prison,” she teased, her arms pumping as she ran. “Women have needs that may seem like wants to you. Hair products, workout clothes they feel comfortable in. Vitamins. Even those of us who say we’re not high maintenance... we are.”

I guessed that made sense.

After a few reps, I pulled my phone and texted Trigger: How’s my girl

I backspaced.

Me: How’s Nera? Still shopping?

I lifted the weight and put it back onto the rack. Then I lay down on the mat and started the two hundred crunches I needed to keep from getting a beer belly.

My phone chimed three minutes later. Did I interrupt my crunches to check it? Fuck it.

I stood and looked at the phone.

Trigger: She’s shopping her ass off and I’m bored AF

Oh no, we don’t want her doing anything to lose that luscious ass, I thought. I smirked and kept that comment to myself.

Me: Copy.

At least she was okay. Just got caught up and lost track of time probably.

“She’s just shopping,” I told Charlie.

“Told you,” she replied smirking.

“I’m done, see you later,” I said as I walked toward the locker room. I frowned at the photo of Demon on the wall with his birth and death dates on it. He’d been the one to design this gym so we’d nicknamed it Demon’s Lair. John—Demon—he would have totally hated having his picture up in here, but I didn’t care. He needed to be remembered.

After a shower, I went to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. The kitchen itself was something between an industrial and residential one. We had three large fridges built into the wall, an island the size of Texas, and a huge pantry. Cutter had kind of taken over feeding us, and I was grateful. He’d not had the best upbringing—not that any of us did—and when he came to us, we thought he was human until it was revealed he was in fact a warlock. I reluctantly let him join the Wolves and I don’t have any regrets. One extra set of eyes and hands to keep the place running while we were wolfing out.

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