The first time I shifted it hurt like hell, but every time it gets easier and easier. There is nothing more freeing then running through the woods. “You better run faster, baby. I’m coming.”
Of course I can’t run faster than him. Normally when we play this game he usually tackles me and we roll around playing until things get heated. Those nights in our human form we make love in the woods under the stars until he carries me back to the cabin.
I skid to a stop as he bursts through the trees. He stalks toward me and once he’s close enough he rubs his head against mine. I purr, savoring every second. We run together for a while before we head back to the cabin.
After we’re dressed I make some hot chocolate and sip that while Dylan drinks a beer. “Will it be bad for me to shift the further along I get?”
“It’ll be okay, baby. It’s completely safe. You’ll just be moving a little slower than usual.” He kisses me and we settle in for the night.
Slash
My beautiful mate sleeps soundly next to me. I wore her out earlier and she promptly passed out. I watch the steady rise and fall of her chest and am thankful every day that she came into my life. I didn’t want a mate, never planned on finding one, but then this beauty came along and changed that.
I stroke a hand over her lower stomach, scared to death about the fact that I’m going to be a father, but I can’t wait.
Things with the club are more lucrative than ever. I keep Brenna out of club business—she knows what we do—I only tell her what she wants to know to a degree.
Over the past year so many of my brothers have found their mates and everyone is starting to have babies.
The club whores are still around, well, except for Ginger. Last I heard she was with another MC, but good riddance. The ones that still hang with us stay away from us brothers who are happy and stick to the unattached members.
This unexpected beauty lying beside me has made me a better man and has made me whole. I love her with every fiber of my being and I can’t wait to see what our future holds for us.
The End
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Part XX
The Missing Lynx
North Michigan Dark Leopards MC
By JA Lafrance
Dedication
This story is dedicated to those that deal with bullying on a daily basis. You are not alone; please reach out to anyone that will listen.
To those that have survived sex trafficking, and those that we have lost, may you find peace in a crazy world and may those we lost gain peace.
French to English Legend
Eteinne = Steven
Ete = Summer
grand-mémère = grandmother
grand-père = grandfather
Etienne,
Bonjour mon petit-fils préféré. Je sais que vous êtes heureux, dans le Michigan, avec ce groupe de jeunes hommes adorables, mais je sais aussi que certaines friandises canadiennes vous manquent.
Nous vous aimons mon petit bijou, soyez en sécurité et venez bientôt nous rendre visite.
amour
grand- mère =
Etienne,
Hello my favorite grandson. I know you are happy in Michigan with this group of adorable young men, but I also know that you miss some Canadian treats.
We love you my little gem, be safe and come and visit us soon.
love
Grandmother
Tabernac = loosly translated as “god damn” “fuck” “oh fuck”
Mais = but
Vous = you
est votre plus grande = is your biggest
bijou = jewel or gem
merde = shit
maison est votre maison = my house is your house
J’adore mon amour = I love my lover
240
Etienne
"Yo, Pres, I'll be in my room. I finally got the package from my grand-mémère," I shout as I hightail it through the main room and up the backstairs to the bunkers in the back.
"DORIGHT! We have church in an hour, if that's what I think it is make sure I get a fuckin cupa." I start to chuckle as I head to my room.
I have been missing home for about a year now, as that was the last time I went and saw my parents and Grand-mémère.
I bust through the door to my room and smile. It's set up like a typical teenage boys’ room, only I'm twenty-eight years old and I don't give a shit what people think. I've been told by so many people to grow up, but why grow up when you can be happy?
Placing the box on my bed, I head to the bathroom before seeing what Grand-mémère sent me. Last time I spoke to her she told me that grand-père had hurt his back while trying a new move. I had to stop her because that woman tends to indulge too much information about