Twisted (Savage Alpha Shifters #2) Read Online D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal, Romance, Witches Tags Authors: Series: Savage Alpha Shifters Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 212458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1062(@200wpm)___ 850(@250wpm)___ 708(@300wpm)
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“You’re delusional,” I say, instead of doing what I have the urge to do – remind him about the oral sex he promised me earlier. Because he forgot to mention that.

“I’m not,” he denies. “Just the opposite. Nothing has ever made more sense to me. And I get that you’re freaked. This is all new. But it’s gonna be good, baby. Really fuckin’ good.”

“How about this? We go find a witch and get her to undo this and then see how we feel. My guess? You’ll realize this is all just voodoo sex magic.”

Maybe I should get the oral sex before we see the witch.

His lips quirk in amusement, but then he sobers. “This is unbreakable Amelia. Not a witch, your ex, you, or your mama can break this. ”

Mom! Shit.

“Shit. I need my phone,” I blurt.

“Why?”

“Because it’s my phone,” I inform, bitchily.

This guy sure is ornery.

He says nothing, just stares, so I elaborate, “She’s worried. Now me and Ivy are both missing, and I need my mom to know at least one of her daughters is breathing.”

“You’re both breathing. I’m telling you to stop worrying about your sister.”

“You telling me to do something doesn’t mean I’m gonna do it,” I advise.

I can just picture Mom pacing the house, staring at her phone, waiting for me and Ivy to call. She’s got to be out of her mind with worry.

“It’s gonna be like that?”

“Huh?”

“I see a lot of spankings in your future if you’re gonna fight me at every turn.” He’s got amusement in his eyes.

“Spankings? Pff.” I roll my eyes. If he were my future, I’d see a lot of orgasms, too. But alas, he’s not my future. Unfortunately.

He goes serious. “You can’t talk to anybody about my nature. You have to guard this with your life. It’s too dangerous otherwise.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning as my mate you’re bound by the same laws I am. You can’t tell a soul about our existence. Your ass is on the line and so is mine.”

“My mother already knows.”

“She’s covered as blood family if she’s trustworthy. But that’s something you’re responsible for. If she puts us in danger, it’d come back on you, meaning also on me. And Tyson and Ivy. We’ll all have to make sure she stays quiet.”

“She is trustworthy,” I defend.

And I’m not sure what he means by that. What – if Mom goes to the news, we get punished? Punished how?

I keep talking. “Mom is the one who told me about what was going on here. My aunt wrote her the letter. She didn’t think much on it when she got it, maybe that Auntie Nelle’s tumor was mucking up her logic. But once Ivy went missing and then told her she was near Drowsy Hollow, Mom put that conversation and the letter together and voilà. Here we are.”

“Well, she needs to keep it quiet. No one else can know. Even your closest friends.”

I shake my head. “Nobody needs to know about this, not if you let me get to my sister and we both go home. But my mom is a bloodhound, so if you don’t let me call her, chances are, she’s gonna be on her way here and probably with the police and the press. She will go to any lengths to protect her girls. So… I need to call her. Now would be good.”

Call her and tell her to get to that fortune teller and get this reversed!

He stares, looking serious, looking deep in thought.

“I’m gonna go get my phone from my car,” I say.

“I’ll get it,” he states, backs off, then goes through the door beside the bathroom. Confirmed: a walk-in closet. Half empty.

And twice the size of the walk-in closet I currently have to share. And I love clothes, shoes, and accessories. But Whatshisface might love them even more. He’s got seventeen golf shirts. Five white ones!

Mason comes back out in a pair of snug white sweatpants that sit low on his hips. He doesn’t bother putting a shirt on. Or shoes. I find myself salivating as I watch him walk away, as I ogle how his back muscles move as he does, watch how he turns and looks over his shoulder as if sensing my eyes on him.

He winks at me, so of course I immediately tear my eyes away and swallow down the excess saliva pooling in my mouth.

11

Mason

I pass Amelia her handbag. I’ve also brought in a suitcase and another smaller satchel found in her trunk. I took a peek. Clothes, shoes, makeup. Looks like she was on her way on a vacation. Maybe leaving that useless guy she was with, which I find interesting.

I dropped those by the front door before zipping downstairs to hide her keys as well as my own, sure my girl is planning to try to take off the minute my back is turned.


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