Page 3 of Get Kraken

She was his new ideal type of woman.

Perfection.

And then heknew. The knowledge came suddenly and with little warning. Without a shadow of a doubt, he knew it, and it made him want to curse Jack to hell and back all over again.

Fuck him sideways.

This was his mate.

“Hi, I’m Olivia Gray,” she said, holding out her slim hand to him. She didn’t hesitate or pause while looking at his face in a way that suggested she was disgusted or shocked by his looks.

Mike figured she’d probably been briefed on his looks before coming in, but that was all right; he didn’t care about any of that. He immediately took her hand and held back on the stupid urge to kiss her knuckles. “Very pleased to meet you.”

Indeed, he was.

Jack nodded approvingly. “Good. Mike Stone will be underwater with you while you’re all fishing for anything suspicious. Mike, you’ll be glad to know Olivia’s already met Chase.”

“Have you?”

She nodded, looked down, and pushed a long strand of red hair behind her ear. “Yeah.”

His senses immediately went haywire. What had Chase said to her? Something she didn’t like?

Jack cleared his throat. “It’s going to be an awkward situation, but we’re short-staffed and we can’t let this opportunity pass. And Chase insisted he could work through it.”

Mike frowned. “Work through what? What’s the problem with Chase?”

Olivia wet her lips, clearly uncomfortable, but speaking through it. “Chase Belair…he and I saw each other, and…it looks like we’re each other's mates. He doesn’t want to be reassigned now that he knows me, and since I’m the only kraken shifter around to make this work, the AILE wants to continue to use me.”

Mike didn’t hear much of anything else that came after the word mate. “Chase is your mate? You’re saying you looked at him and knew he was your mate?”

Olivia looked him right in the eyes, and he wasn’t getting the sense that she felt anything remotely similar for him. “Yes. He’s my mate.”

Son of a bitch.

ChapterTwo

Not again. This couldn’t be happening again, and Olivia refused to believe that any god could hate her that much.

Even she couldn’t be so unlucky.

Not one mate, but two.

How could she havetwo? Did her species mate more than once? Take multiple partners?

Olivia didn't think so.

She knew very little about the kraken kind. Of that knowledge, one thing she knew for certain was that they tended to die shortly before their eggs hatched.

Hence why Olivia grew up as an orphan. She'd never even met another kraken.

The fact that both of these mates were in the prime of their lives, perfect age to start having kids, wasn’t what Olivia had hoped for when she signed on to help catch a creep who was kidnapping and killing women.

If she had sex with her mates, would she get pregnant or lay eggs?

And would she die before they had the chance to hatch?

Mike Stone smiled at her, but it looked steely and not exactly sincere. “You mated with Chase? Isn’t that lucky? I've heard of people who find their mates by complete chance, but this, huh, it’s really something.”

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