Page 9 of Get Kraken

At least the actions expected from her, which consisted of frolicking around in the water while keeping to the paths set out for her, wasn't so bad.

She'd memorized these paths on the maps and studied enough photos and videos during her training to feel like she'd swam there a thousand times before.There’s the jagged coral, and the greenish-grey rock over there.

She felt down a pair of eyes watching her from below. Eyes that had nothing to do with the many cameras hidden on the planned path.

Mike.

He was down there. She could almost see him.

Almost.

But she felt him.

Which concerned her. If she felt him, then could the killer pick up on his presence, too?

She'd make it known in the exercise debrief that Mike was probably going to have to back off just a little, going even deeper in the water.

She wasn’t going to let him being too close mess things up. She'd gone through so much just to be here. Had put herself through a week of hell, all the rigorous training combined with being carefully watched by suspicious ATTF members who didn’t trust her just because of her shifter form.

She was going to find this person.

Whoever it was.

Kraken shifter or not, they needed to be brought to justice.

That's what she told herself. It was all true, but as Olivia’s tentacles pulled her along, she couldn't ignore the other reason.

She didn't want Mike too close to her in this form. She didn't want him to see her like this.

When they were preparing to go in the water, before she shifted, she’d gotten a good, long, sweet look at the perfection that was Mike’s abdomen when he took off his shirt. She’d somehow expected it would be scarred, like his face, but it wasn’t. She tried to look away before he stripped out of his jeans, but he’d caught her eye when he stuck his thumbs into his waistband, teasing her. And her traitor eyes had flown to that waistband and caught a glimpse of his penis. It was something she regretted very much because now she couldn’t get that image of large thick perfection out of her mind.

Mike and Chase were both incredibly sexy men, and somehow they were saddled to her.

A monster, complete with tentacles.

Olivia grabbed a seashell, pretending to admire it before stuffing it into her little bag. She was supposed to be pretending to be a collector, gathering this thing and that as she followed the trail.

Olivia had no fantasies about being anyone’s first choice.

She’d dated non-shifters but didn’t want a life where she’d never be able to be herself around someone she cared about. The shifters she’d dated had been disgusted by her kraken form.

Then there was the one oddball who was a little bit too into the idea of tentacle porn. She didn’t want to be someone’s kink. She wanted something real.

Her struggle was finding someone in the middle. A mate who wouldn’t run the first time they saw her transform, but also a gentleman who didn't get so excited at first glance of her tentacles that they pitched her an idea of working in pornography together.

She recalled the proposition of a sixty/forty split.Cheap bastard.

It didn’t matter how uncomfortable she might be, and it wouldn’t matter if she told them that Mike would have to swim deeper. The ATTF cameras were capturing everything she did. They were all seeing everything.

The monstrosity that she was couldn’t be unseen.

She was never going to live this down.

The only thing she could do was keep going in her wide circle, enjoying the sights, searching for anything out of the ordinary. She would do the job she'd volunteered for, without focusing on how her two new mates must think she was a freak.

She was beautiful;the most lovely creature Chase ever had the pleasure of seeing.

“Did you know a kraken shifter could keep a halfway form like that?"

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