Page 1 of His Lucky Moon Mate

Chapter 1

“Da? Da! No, no, no. Da! You have to be here,” Shannon muttered, as she pushed her way into her father’s office.

Shoving past the boxes and piles of paper scattered about haphazardly, blocking the doorway, she finally gained entry and what she saw was sadly no surprise. He was gone.

Shite.

This could not be happening to her. It was payday, and she’d already been notified by her bank that her account was overdrawn. Ergo, no, she had not been paid. Again. As if that weren’t bad enough, the several supernaturals employed at the Lucky Moon Casino had started calling and texting and literally banging down her door as of thirty minutes ago. That was right after the banks had opened and, like her, everyone had noticed their paychecks had not been deposited.

Rat bastard! He did it again!

Shannon simply could not believe her father! After all his promises and the groveling and begging he did after the last time he’d skipped out, leaving her holding the bag, the tiny deceitful little bugger had done it again. Ugh!

“Shannon! Are you in there?” Ollie came in after her, the poor nearsighted mole Shifter tripped over some boxes and it was all Shannon could do to stop him from knocking her to the floor with him.

“Ooof! Sorry, Shannon,” he muttered, hands outstretched and grabbing her boobs.

She rolled her eyes heavenward and grabbed his wrists.

“Ollie, what have I told you about rushing in places?” she said, exasperated with the man.

He was a walking, talking accident waiting to happen, but he also happened to be one of the best damn dealers she’d ever seen. Maybe it was the dark lighting inside the casino, the feel of the felt tables, or the smoothness of the cards. She couldn’t say for sure. But whatever the reason, no one could shuffle or deal cards like Ollie. It was why her Da had hired him.

“Sorry Shannon, you know some of the others are asking about their paycheck.”

“I know, Ollie. I got stiffed too,” she said sadly, rubbing her forehead.

“Am I interrupting something?” a deep, lightly accented voice said from the doorway.

Was her Da’s office suddenly Grand Central Station or something?

She heaved a sigh, looking down at Ollie’s hands still clutching at her bosoms, and Shannon pushed him off. The oaf took two steps back, snorted and chuckled an apology while she stood to face the stranger. Bloody hell. He sure was a looker.

Her eyes went wide as the tall, dark, and handsome stranger came waltzing into her father’s office. Ollie turned his head, his hands still grabbing onto Shannon’s breasts, and the Eejit still didn’t let go. The stranger’s chest rumbled, and Shannon gulped. Was he growling at her? She shoved Ollie away from her.

“For feck’s sake, let me go!”

“Sorry. Um, who are you?” Ollie asked the man.

“My name is Balvinder Sidak, and I work for Macconwood Law Associates?—”

“A lawyer? Oh, that’s just great,” Shannon muttered, stepping over boxes to get behind her father’s desk. “I suppose I should be glad your Alpha didn’t send the whole Pack to chase us out.”

“Speaking of chase, Shannon. The guys, well, they ain’t gonna take this sittin’ down no more.”

“Are you the owner of the casino?” the handsome lawyer asked, one perfectly arched eyebrow raised as he looked her over.

She didn’t need his scathing glare to know what she looked like. Shannon was well aware of her plus-sized figure. But she had no time to lament the fact her sizeable ass would never attract someone like him.

Feck, but he was gorgeous. Eyes the color of dark chocolate, the good stuff, stared at her from a face that could have been carved from granite. His skin was smooth and tawny, his facial hair just the right length, and it matched the carefully combed hair on his head. Her fingers itched to run through it. Yeah, she’d like to mess it up nice and good.

She even allowed herself a second to wonder what it would look like after a good tumble, but she shook those thoughts away. Dirty minds were terrible things to waste, unfortunately she had no time to indulge in hers. Damn her Da. She should never have trusted him again.

“Miss? Or is it Missus? Are you two dating?” he asked, taking her by surprise.

“The name is Shannon O’Doyle. I am single. And it’s my father you’re obviously wanting.”

“Good,” he growled softly.

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