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 want the four of you out there tracking Marian. Use whatever contacts you have in your branches.” Finn’s voice echoed through the bedroom.


I opened one eye and saw him pacing back and forth in front of the window, his phone to his ear.


Light streamed in from the window and bathed his perfect, naked body in a godly aura. I bit my lower lip and let my eyes rake over him.


“Yes I…” he paused and glanced toward me. A light smirk touched his lips.


Heat rose to my cheeks and I pulled the sheet over my head.


“Report back anything you find out but Asher… if you or the others catch up to Marian, or if she crosses into Sablepelt territory, you’re to stop her with lethal force.”


My heart skipped several beats and I pulled the sheet away from my face. Marian was marked for death. A protest rose in my mouth and died on my lips. I sighed and covered my head with the sheet again.


Chapter 38: The Hard Calls