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

I thumbed through Divine Comedy, part one: Inferno. It was in the original Italian. My eyes barely skimmed a page before I flipped to the next one. I couldn’t focus on the story.


Where was Finn? Was he coming back to the cottage tonight?


The front door burst open and a gust of wind blew in.


I jumped up from the couch, my breath catching in my throat. My pulse quickened and I took a few steps back.


Finn crossed the threshold, his eyes bright, chest heaving. His face was firm, lips a thin line. The aura he gave off was intense, crushing. I could see his wolf close to the surface, salivating.


I closed the book and dropped it on the couch. This was the anger I was waiting for, what I was expecting after blowing another hole in his life.


“Finn…” I held my hands up in surrender.


He crossed the room in three long strides. Before I could blink, he was right in front of me. He grabbed my arms in a bruising grip.


Chapter 37: Confessions