stopped. His brows drew together in concentration.
“He’s the alpha three counties over
why?”
“Because Macgregor is my last name
and I thought maybe we were related. It was written on a piece of paper and
pinned to my blanket when I was dropped off at Missus B’s.”
“You’re shitting me?” Connor
stormed. “There’s no way that you can be a Macgregor.” His fists clenched and
unclenched.
“Why not?” Shauna tipped her head
and sat on her stool again. “It’s what my blanket said. It’s the name I have
always used.”
“Because Maddock’s and Macgregor’s
don’t mix. You are my mate that I know. Nature wouldn’t mate me to a Macgregor.
Nature doesn’t make those kinds of mistakes.” A muscle in his jaw ticked and
Shauna’s eyes narrowed.
“So I’m a mistake?” Her voice
shook. “Take me home Connor.” She seethed. He left the kitchen angry.
Shauna wiped a stray tear from her cheek and went to her room to dress.
Chapter 8
Finding Roots
Shauna climbed into the Tahoe and
sat staring out of the window refusing to look at him. It wasn’t hard because
he wasn’t talking to her anyway. He’d been silent since their fight in the
kitchen. Shauna ground her teeth and mulled over what he said. Nature
wouldn’t mate him to a Macgregor. Nature wouldn’t make that kind of mistake.
Screw him and screw nature. Maybe she wasn’t a Macgregor after all. Maybe he
was right but if he was, then who was she? All she knew was that right now she
hated his guts. Naomi would know what to do and they would figure it out
together as soon as she got home. She hoped she never saw his despicable ass
again. “You missed my turn.” Shauna finally looked over at him. The muscle
in his jaw was still ticking. He said nothing and kept driving. She crossed
her arms over her chest and went back to staring out the window. They passed
through Brown, Smith and finally came upon Reid county. Connor navigated down
the streets and out a country road until he pulled through an opening in a
black board fence and eased down the gravel drive to a stone ranch house. He
parked and got out. Shauna wasn’t sure if she should follow or not so, she
stayed put. He knocked on the red front door and waited until a man answered
and glanced at her after Connor spoke to him. Connor turned and motioned her
to come to him. Shauna eased from the truck and went to stand beside Connor.
“This is Jake Macgregor. He is
Alpha of the Macgregor clan. Jake this is Shoshanna Macgregor.” Jake was a
small powerfully built man. He reminded her of a fire hydrant, stocky and
unmoving. There was no humor in the man’s eyes. In fact, his blue eyes were
really sort of creepy and intense. He had longish unkempt grey hair that was
thinning on top and his once white wife beater tee shirt was stained with meals
of past. Shauna crinkled her nose.
“Who says you’re Macgregor?” His
voice was rough and accented as if he came from Scotland maybe. Shauna had
never met anyone from Scotland but she was a huge Sean Connery fan and this man
had the Bond accent that enamored her.
“I was left on a doorstep as a
baby. The slip of paper pinned to my blanket said Shoshauna Macgregor.” He
was already shaking his head.
“What are you? Twenty three or
four?” She nodded. “None of my girls were pregnant then, we had a long spell
with no pups. My boys would’ve told me. We can do the DNA test though if you
want.” Shauna looked up at Connor. He nodded and took her hand lifting it up
to Macgregor who took it and quickly bit her finger.” Shauna squealed jerking
her hand away and Connor’s blood turned hot. “She’s your mate isn’t she
Maddock?” He smirked, snatched her hand back to his mouth, and licked her fingertip.
“She’s your mate and you haven’t claimed her because you’re afraid that she’s
“He’s the alpha three counties over
why?”
“Because Macgregor is my last name
and I thought maybe we were related. It was written on a piece of paper and
pinned to my blanket when I was dropped off at Missus B’s.”
“You’re shitting me?” Connor
stormed. “There’s no way that you can be a Macgregor.” His fists clenched and
unclenched.
“Why not?” Shauna tipped her head
and sat on her stool again. “It’s what my blanket said. It’s the name I have
always used.”
“Because Maddock’s and Macgregor’s
don’t mix. You are my mate that I know. Nature wouldn’t mate me to a Macgregor.
Nature doesn’t make those kinds of mistakes.” A muscle in his jaw ticked and
Shauna’s eyes narrowed.
“So I’m a mistake?” Her voice
shook. “Take me home Connor.” She seethed. He left the kitchen angry.
Shauna wiped a stray tear from her cheek and went to her room to dress.
Chapter 8
Finding Roots
Shauna climbed into the Tahoe and
sat staring out of the window refusing to look at him. It wasn’t hard because
he wasn’t talking to her anyway. He’d been silent since their fight in the
kitchen. Shauna ground her teeth and mulled over what he said. Nature
wouldn’t mate him to a Macgregor. Nature wouldn’t make that kind of mistake.
Screw him and screw nature. Maybe she wasn’t a Macgregor after all. Maybe he
was right but if he was, then who was she? All she knew was that right now she
hated his guts. Naomi would know what to do and they would figure it out
together as soon as she got home. She hoped she never saw his despicable ass
again. “You missed my turn.” Shauna finally looked over at him. The muscle
in his jaw was still ticking. He said nothing and kept driving. She crossed
her arms over her chest and went back to staring out the window. They passed
through Brown, Smith and finally came upon Reid county. Connor navigated down
the streets and out a country road until he pulled through an opening in a
black board fence and eased down the gravel drive to a stone ranch house. He
parked and got out. Shauna wasn’t sure if she should follow or not so, she
stayed put. He knocked on the red front door and waited until a man answered
and glanced at her after Connor spoke to him. Connor turned and motioned her
to come to him. Shauna eased from the truck and went to stand beside Connor.
“This is Jake Macgregor. He is
Alpha of the Macgregor clan. Jake this is Shoshanna Macgregor.” Jake was a
small powerfully built man. He reminded her of a fire hydrant, stocky and
unmoving. There was no humor in the man’s eyes. In fact, his blue eyes were
really sort of creepy and intense. He had longish unkempt grey hair that was
thinning on top and his once white wife beater tee shirt was stained with meals
of past. Shauna crinkled her nose.
“Who says you’re Macgregor?” His
voice was rough and accented as if he came from Scotland maybe. Shauna had
never met anyone from Scotland but she was a huge Sean Connery fan and this man
had the Bond accent that enamored her.
“I was left on a doorstep as a
baby. The slip of paper pinned to my blanket said Shoshauna Macgregor.” He
was already shaking his head.
“What are you? Twenty three or
four?” She nodded. “None of my girls were pregnant then, we had a long spell
with no pups. My boys would’ve told me. We can do the DNA test though if you
want.” Shauna looked up at Connor. He nodded and took her hand lifting it up
to Macgregor who took it and quickly bit her finger.” Shauna squealed jerking
her hand away and Connor’s blood turned hot. “She’s your mate isn’t she
Maddock?” He smirked, snatched her hand back to his mouth, and licked her fingertip.
“She’s your mate and you haven’t claimed her because you’re afraid that she’s
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