Mated to the Moon (Portal City Protectors Book 6) by Georgette Clair (little red riding hood ebook free txt) 📗

“Maybe we’ll just start having weekly shows.”

“I don’t think anyone could handle that on a weekly basis. It might be so good because it’s only every once in a while.”

“Then maybe I’ll start a matchmaking dating service and make it mandatory for every single person in my pack.”

“Adonis, we’re not having group sex every week.”

“It could be really helpful to our numbers.”

Fabiana giggled, feeling lighter than she had in a very long time. “Not happening.”

He argued the benefits of it all the way to their room, and she continued to tell him no until he pouted.

“I just need a shower and bed. If I find out you plan to make any of these ridiculous ideas come true, I’ll refuse to go to the show ever again.”

That was a lie. It was too amazing not to experience again, but this playful side of Adonis was nice to see.

He placed her on her feet in the bathroom and grabbed his chest in mock horror. “You wound me.”

She shook her head. “Shower. Bed.”

“As you wish.”

Of course, he tried to convince her in the shower with his mouth between her legs, but she held fast.

And he tried again with his cock in bed.

She may have told him maybe then.

At least he stopped and would finally let her fall into a blissful sleep with a kiss on her forehead.

“Te amo, pequeña.”

Those words, tucked close to her heart and easily translated, filled her dreams.

Chapter Twenty

Fabiana couldn’t stop her hand from moving.

The painting came to life before her in great swaths of black and grays and bodies littering the battlefield. Large tiger-like beasts with hunched backs and massive teeth raked through the masses as Skuld led the charge. A swarm of seething bodies followed her, too many to count.

But what Fabiana could see, what shattered her heart into a million pieces, was the image of herself at the bottom, alone. Adonis was nowhere on the canvas, and though her hand kept working and adding details, he never appeared.

Asherah was there, rushing water streaming from her fingers as an onslaught barreled toward her. Nanshe hovered near a portal, Carlo at her back in his altered were-form. Silva. Kalinda. Romano. Dominic. Arturo. Zahara. So many of them were accounted for, battling for their lives, but Adonis was not.

Finally, she was able to stop and ripped the canvas away before she was urged to pick up another one.

“Please.”

Begging never stopped the visions, never changed them or made them easier to deal with. Normally, they came to her at night, but this one hit in the middle of the day. Fabiana had been pulled from her lab, only having the presence of mind to send away the men guarding the door before she had to start painting.

Everyone didn’t know of her gift, and she didn’t want anyone to panic if someone saw and didn’t understand. The wolves understood more during the day, moving to other posts nearer to the house to let her work in peace when she wanted a break.

Fabiana slashed at the canvas, her body shaking as she fought to slow the images assaulting her mind. Nanshe had told her to let it come and not fight it, but it was like someone had stepped into her body and taken over. Pictures poured out, flowing from her hand to the canvas in rapid succession, and she saw things clearly until the painting was finished. She was only a passenger without any control over what she created.

“What is it?” Fabiana felt ridiculous talking to herself, but she had to do something to attempt to maintain a semblance of her sanity.

A dark road stretched ahead, the white line in the center cracked and covered with windswept dirt. Desert stretched out from either side of the road. Without any other markers to pinpoint the exact location, it could have been anywhere in Southern Nevada. A truck appeared at the bottom, its lights directed at the street but nothing more.

“I don’t understand. What does this have to do with anything?”

It didn’t match any of the other paintings she’d created. She shook her head. Where was Adonis? That’s what mattered. They’d shared a priceless night and weekend together. Even enjoyed Giuliana and Pasquale’s visit with the Moonstone Pack.

Nothing was going on and Skuld was still quiet.

She went back to her first painting. Maybe she hadn’t seen him. But the more she looked it over, searching every space for him, there was nothing but fighting and blood. Death and carnage.

But no Adonis.

Her head spun, her heart thundering in her chest. She couldn’t lose him, she wouldn’t. If something happened to him before the battle, alerting him may offer a change. Fabiana looked at her watch. He normally met with his team around this time, and she’d told him she wouldn’t join today because she had to make some final touches on the last suit for Russel’s team before she shifted her focus to the Alphas.

She’d already begun work on theirs, gaining their measurements and preparing for the necessary materials. Hopefully, she’d have them taken care of in the next few days.

Now that she’d painted battle, she was happy she was ahead of schedule.

The paintings never told how soon things would happen, but if she was painting it now, she had to be prepared.

Adonis.

She kept her pace as normal as possible as she headed for the house. If she alerted the guards, they’d contact Adonis and bring him to her. For now, she just wanted to see him and bring him to the Temple.

Maybe nothing was wrong and she was just terrified for no reason.

Fabiana ducked into the house, smiling at the guard before heading further inside. She took the long