Filed To Story: A Claim of Fortune Book PDF Free by Jaymin Eve
Blaine is still there of course, but he has a boss (or father, more accurately) running the show.
Who also happens to be Hunter’s father.
He is the big bad alpha behind everything. He has been kidnapping omegas and experimenting on them for years. It was him who orchestrated Blaine and his pack into her mother’s life, and got them to drain her mother until she chose to end her life.
And now he wants Emme.
Hunter’s father calls a familiar-looking shifter into the old house. If it weren’t for the scar on his face and shorter hair, the shifter stalking toward her would exactly resemble Slade Riverson.
This darker, scarier version of her dragon bites and forcibly claims her under his alpha’s command, and with the last of Chelsea’s control still flooding her system, she’s forced to bite him back and seal the bond forever.
This is where
A Claim of Fortune begins.
This is dedicated to everyone who told me two dragons were better than one.
You brought this on yourself.
FINLEY
It was a fairly obvious statement to say that you couldn’t choose your family, but in the shifter world, it wasn’t technically true. You couldn’t choose the family you were born into, and I sure as fuck didn’t want to exist in the same universe as my mother, let alone be part of her den, but you could choose your future pack. The quintet you would spend most of your adult life with.
Unless of course you were part of a scent match.
Then fate chose for you…
Lucky for fate, I loved the brothers I’d found in the Reeves pack, and while I’d always miss and mourn Tommy, the younger brother I’d failed to protect, the reality was that we’d never really been that close. Thanks to our mom’s instabilities.
My pack and Kenzo had saved my sanity, and were the only reason I existed today.
At almost twenty-seven, I felt like I was a thousand years old and broken beyond repair.
Even with my hands buried deep in an engine, the scent of oil and diesel filling the air, it was all bittersweet. I’d hated my father for at least eighty percent of the time I’d known him, but the other twenty percent there’d been moments when he acted like a parent. It was during a few of these moments of clarity that he taught me how to take cars apart and then put them back together. A hobby I still found soothing.
Or I should say a hobby I usually found soothing, just not today.
Today, my bear was in a frenzy, and I had no fucking clue what was riling him so hard. It had been a long time since he’d raged with this intensity-not since the day my world imploded and I’d destroyed my last immediate family member. After she’d slaughtered Dad and Tommy.
Rubbing at the back of my neck, black grease slicked across my skin.
My tension continued to rise. I pulled out my phone, leaving more black marks as I slid it open and checked messages. I didn’t have the intense instincts of the wolves, but when my danger radar kicked in, it was rarely wrong.
I checked the message thread in the family chat to find just one from Hunter asking Emme if everything was okay. No doubt in response to the camera system scrambling for a few minutes earlier. We all got the alert, and we all knew it was Emme fucking with Slade.
At this point, I was invested in their prank war, not that I’d ever admit it out loud. Not even if someone was skinning my fucking balls with a rusty knife.
Emme, of course, hadn’t responded to Hunter, and for once I didn’t call her a selfish bitch in my head. She never had her phone, and it reminded me of how I was when I first found my pack. Growing up, we hadn’t been allowed phones. Mother didn’t want us easily accessible to anyone other than her, and I had no one to call anyway-except Kenzo and his family, who lived nearby.
It took me years to remember to take a phone with me, which was a trauma response to my upbringing. Emme was the same. We both had more traumas than I could fucking count, and many of them were similar. Except for her ability to sleep. I could almost hate her for that one alone.
I hadn’t slept well in years… except for that night we pack huddled, where my fight or flight response calmed. I was going to call that one exhaustion and stress over almost losing Kellan getting the best of me.
When I found nothing on my phone to alert me to my bear’s unease, I was about to pocket it, when a message came through from Kellan.
Kel: Brother, look at the bike! She’s going to lose her mind. This is perfect for our pretty mate.
I clicked the attached image and had to admit that Kellan had outdone himself. The motorcycle was still her favorite make and model, a
Ducati Panigale V4R, but this time it was sleek and black, with just splashes of the pink. There was a wolf head painted in pink flames across the tank, the tail morphing into the pink seat. There was also a matching helmet and jacket in the picture.
After almost losing Kellan to magic, I was on my best behavior when it came to
Emmeline, and with that in mind, I shot back the most positive text I could manage.
Fin: She’s going to love it, bro. You did good.
Kel: This is part one of her birthday present. Now I’m just waiting for part two to arrive.
Wait… it was her birthday? My fingers moved before I thought it through, and when I hit send, I had to shake my fucking head at how pathetic I was to even care.
Fin: When’s her birthday?