Page 3 of His Lucky Moon Mate

“Thank you. Oh gods, that could have been bad,” Shannon muttered, pressing against his chest so he could let her down.

Only—he didn’t.

Chapter 2

His heart was beating so rapidly Binder didn’t know what to make of it. Sure, he’d started his day like any other. He was a stickler for routine, and his Wolf had certain needs. So, each morning he began with a thick protein shake, followed by a mug of coffee, six eggs, and today as a treat, he’d added a couple of the banana nut muffins his mum had baked fresh and dropped off at his place before he’d left for work that morning.

He’d recently bought a house in Maccon City to be closer to work, which was cool, since his little sister lived there with her mate. Eira and Cannon were good together and just welcomed his gorgeous niece into the world not six months ago. Hence why his parents were in town.

With his new promotion at Macconwood Law Associates, he had little time to spend with family, just lately. And this new assignment was unlike anything he’d ever come across. Seemed an honest to gods Leprechaun had managed to flout Supernatural Law, Pack mandates, several Shifter Council guidelines. He’d infiltrated Macconwood territory, setting up the Lucky Moon Casino smack dab in the pine barrens.

The man had been warned by a friend of the Pack, an Otter Shifter named Diego Manuel. He even got the casino owner to promise to cooperate with the ensuing investigation into his license with the various Supernatural Councils, but the man, a Leprechaun named Keegan O’Doyle had so far been elusive.

Which was why Binder was standing in the doorway to the Leprechaun’s office completely awestruck by two things. One, the woman before him who smelled like daisies warmed by the summer sun and the sweet fruit jams he loved to spread across his toast. Two, her large breasts which were currently being manhandled by some soon to be dead motherfucker who smelled a lot like moldy dirt.

She pushed the male off her, thank fuck, otherwise Binder was certain he was about to do something stupid. Like kill the man for touching his—his what?He shook his head and tried to get control over his suddenly unmanageable beast. This was highly irregular behavior for him. Binder was always the epitome of self-control.

Till now.

He straightened his tie and tried again, watching the woman as she frantically searched the desk for something. Christ, he bit back his groan as she bent over in her tight blue jeans, giving him a perfect view of her peach of an ass. The other male was looking as well, till Binder snapped his jaws, then the smaller male squeaked and averted his gaze. There was something to be said for self-preservation awareness, especially in the Shifter world.

We should eat him, his Wolf snarled.

Bloody fucking hell. It was official. Binder was losing his mind.

“Miss? Or is it Missus? Are you two dating?” Binder asked, trying to refocus himself.

“The name is Shannon O’Doyle. I am single. And it’s my father you’re obviously wanting,” she snapped, and the Irish lilt in her voice made him grin.

“Good,” he growled softly, ridiculously pleased that she was single.

The smaller Shifter traded a few more words with Shannon, and Binder stayed quiet for the most part. He was trying to listen to what they were saying, but that was pretty damn hard with his Wolf snapping and snarling, urging him to get closer to the woman.

Finally, after some more growling, sudden jealousy, and listening to the two volley back and forth over what he finally understood to be a very serious problem with payroll, Binder understood a couple of things better.

One, Shannon O’Doyle was the daughter of the man he’d come to find to kick off Pack lands after O’Doyle had failed to comply with Supernatural Law.

Two, her father, Keegan O’Doyle, had skipped out on Shannon and his entire casino of Supernatural employees, failing to send their overdue pay.

Three said employees were forming a mob to come after any O’Doyle on the premises as he stood there trying to sort through the crazy dialogue between Shannon and the man, Ollie, who’d been grabbing her tits when he’d walked in. Not to mention Binder’s Wolf and senses had been going fucking crazy the second he’d scented her.

Which led him to four, Binder was pretty fucking certain Shannon O’Doyle was his mate.

Bloody. Fucking. Hell.

They both started running before he could completely wrap his head around the fact, she’d told him she’d cast some sort of Fae magic spell on the casino that was about to go off. As they were running, Shannon almost fell, and he couldn’t have that,so Binder picked her up and carried her the rest of the way, sprinting like mad.

“Thank you. Oh gods, that could have been bad!”

Once they were safely through the magical veil that surrounded the casino, Shannon exhaled and pressed her small hands against his chest, which only made Binder more determined to carry her. His Wolf was totally onboard with the wholekeep the female in his armsthing he had going on. Hell, he was practically vibrating with his growl.

“Um, Mr. Sidak? You can put me down now,” Shannon said.

“I don’t think so, Butterfly.”

“Butterfly? Why’d you call me that?” she asked, eyes wide.

“I don’t know. There’s something about you that reminds me of one, I guess. You must know you’re beautiful, Shannon, slightly fragile looking with those big blue eyes and soft, pale skin. But I’d wager you are strong enough to stand against hurricanes, aren’t you?” he asked, a wolfish grin spreading across his face.

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