Finn chuckled under his breath, lips against my ear. “You smell like strawberries.” His voice was husky and ragged and I bit back the moan that rose to my lips. 
I lifted my head and saw that his eyes were open and he was staring at me, our faces inches apart. My stomach exploded with flutters and I panted as I stared at him. My cheeks burned hot. 
“I… uh…”
Finn smirked and tightened his grip on the back of my head, guiding me closer to him. Before I even knew what was happening, his lips pressed to mine. 
***
Finn was the Shadowmoon boss and the most powerful shifter in the world. Finding out he was my mate should have been the happiest moment of my life. But when he looked at me with pure hatred and revulsion, I knew I wasn’t going to get my happily ever after. 
Being a second chance mate was a burden I wasn’t ready for, especially since the memory of his first wife, and her pictures, surrounded me. How could I ever measure up to her? How could I compare to his first, true love? But the Moon Goddess fated us for a reason and I wasn’t going to let him forget that. 

Second Chance Mate to the Shadowmoon Mafia Boss was created by Sylvia Conley, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author. 

Second Chance Mate to the Shadowmoon Mafia Boss

Vivian lay on the couch, her arm over her eyes. I saw her through the cottage window. Seeing her there held me in place, my intention to knock completely lost. 


Images and sensations of our early morning together raced through my mind. I tried to reign them in. The last thing I needed to be distracted by right now was the softness of her powder-smooth skin or the warmth of her lips or the soft moans she uttered. 


I growled and clenched my fists. What was wrong with me? I was acting like a lovestruck puppy. 


“Vivian,” I called out to her as I knocked. 


She hadn’t moved from the couch when I let myself in, her arm still thrown over her eyes. 


“Have you heard anything about my sister?” Her voice drawled flatly. 


“She won’t reply to my messages.” She held her phone out and waved it around. “I think that means she’s in trouble, not plotting something.” 


“Perhaps.” I stood by the couch and waited for her to look at me. 


Chapter 25: Taking Care of Business