Forbidden wolf daddy
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Forbidden wolf daddy. A single dad. Shifter. Romance Breaking Pack Rules. Book one, written by Roxy Ray narration by Karen France. Chapter one Marley a year ago, if someone had told me I'd be working at a school full of shifters, I would have said they were crazy yet. Here. I was sitting in a beachside bungalow owned by a shifter wincing in the predawn light over a seating chart of two dozen five year olds who are about to start their school career in Miss Cage's kindergarten class at the Polar Shift Academy. That's me. I miss Cage. I didn't have anything against shifters. I wasn't prejudiced against the part of the community that could shift between a loop and form and a human one. In fact, I dated one of them for a while, but that whole thing, it didn't end well. It almost ruined my whole life. I rubbed at the ache in my neck. I'd spent so much of this week sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, hunched over student files curriculum, paperwork and flashcards with each student's name on one side and whether they were shifters or not on the other. It was still surreal to be starting a job at a prestigious institution like polar shift, a school that fully integrated the lichen and human populations in a way that didn't alienate either population would have been absolutely unheard of in a place like Leighton Valley, Pennsylvania. My upbringing in Leighton Valley was pretty idyllic but things took a dark twist when the lichen folk came out of the closet. I know. Right. I'd always thought my hometown was pretty progressive. My neighbors were generally kind and generous, but they showed their true colors when the lichens started revealing themselves. Chapter two Coal. Well, this was the best day of my life. It wasn't every morning that a beautiful woman ran into you like a speeding train. But I wasn't one to complain. At least not until I saw her blue eyes roll and flutter with the impact. My coffee splattered all over my black t-shirt seeping through to my skin. Lucky for a morning jog Barbie that my temperature tended to run a bit higher. Thanks to the lien blood coursing through my veins. A toasty one oh 4.9 was the standard temperature for a grown wolf which made it harder for us to burn from warm liquids. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was disappointed that the sexy little blonde didn't laugh at my jokes right away. But at the speed she was running, running into me probably felt a lot more like running into a solid oak tree rather than a person. When she wobbled a bit. I quickly grabbed her forearm to steady her. What followed thereafter was an adorable litany of the small woman fretting over me. There was something so strangely endearing about her fussing her, suggesting someone so tiny could break a rib or even hurt me at all was an idea that brought a small amount of humor to the situation. God, how long it had been since I had flirted with someone ages now that I think about it. I'd sworn off women entirely while my son grew up, his mother had been a nightmare, but I knew it harmed him to grow up without a mother figure. However, everything about this woman gave me pause the way she looked, the way she smelled it all drew me in. There was a pleasant musk of a woman who'd gone for a run, the sort of salty tang of her perspiration mixed with the lingering sense of laundry detergent, shower gel and shampoo. But along with it buried underneath all of that was the acrid scent of fear. She'd been running from something or maybe from someone.