Mates: Prequel (Claws Clause 0)
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Maddox was driving his truck. The back was loaded with enough food and clothes to keep them comfortable for their entire honeymoon.
That was crucial. As soon as he got Evangeline inside of that bedroom, he didn’t plan on leaving it until she proudly wore his bite and they were both too spent to even want to move.
Evangeline sat next to him, absolutely beaming. She wore a simple golden band on her left hand. He reached out, running his pointer finger along the ring. He had planned on buying her something big and noticeable, another way to say that “this woman is mine”. Evangeline vetoed it, choosing a more simple one instead—plus a matching one that he wore on his hand.
She wanted him to be claimed, too. And he loved it. In her own way, his precious mate could be as possessive as he was.
He couldn’t help himself. He lifted her hand, pressing a kiss to the top of it, before intertwining his fingers with hers. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Mrs. Wolfe. Have I told you that today?”
“Yes, but I thank you again, Mr. Wolfe. And you
’re one sexy beast. How ever did I get so damn lucky?”
Maddox’s heart swelled. She was lucky? Yeah, right. He was the luckiest bastard on the entire planet and he knew it.
“I love you, my mate.”
“I love you more.”
It wasn’t possible. But because she was Evangeline, because she was his mate, because she was his, Maddox didn’t fight her. He let her have that win.
He’d do anything, give her anything, sacrifice everything for this woman.
And, in no time at all, he’d be forced to prove it.
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Colt only submitted before two males—his older brother and their father—and his own wolf was whining inside of his head in confusion. Rather than meet his gaze and assert his authority as Alpha, Maddox kept his head down which meant that Colt’s wolf was torn between either lying on its belly in submission or snapping its teeth in challenge.
After all of these years, it was getting harder and harder to heed the hierarchy in their pack. Colt might only visit Maddox monthly because his brother asked that of him. He had to admit that he agreed for purely selfish reasons.
The rational part of Colt’s brain—the man part—knew that Maddox was still suffering from the pain of losing his mate. But it wasn’t just that. As Colt stayed back, waiting for Maddox to acknowledge him, his eyes narrowed on the thick collar locked around his brother’s throat.
The silver collar.
He hated that damn thing. And he knew there was no way he could get it off of Maddox, even if he somehow got past the glass. He’d burn his hands raw anyway because it was right.
The blazing light from above flashed against the gleaming metal, mocking him.
Fucking silver. And the humans called his kind monsters.
So what if the inside of the collar was treated to keep from burning a shifter’s skin? It never worked. The outside was pure silver, potent and terrible enough to not only keep Maddox trapped in his human skin, but to weaken him significantly. No wonder Colt’s beast wanted to take Maddox’s role in the pack. The silver was messing with him almost as much as it was draining Maddox.
Too soon. This visit was too soon. Colt’s shoulders jerked and hunched, his body primed to shift. It was a hard fight to push back. The tendons on his arms stretched and his feet arched off of the ground seconds before he slammed his full weight back on the tile. He huffed and grunted, relaxing only when he felt his human form settle back into place.
That’s when Maddox finally decided to look up.
Hell.