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“Boom.” The word was the barest whisper, and if it hadn’t been for Giorgio’s hound, he never would’ve heard it.
Hellhound Giorgio was the first to admit that the warehouse he and his colleague had been sent to looked like something found in a horror movie set. Remote, looking deserted, it was easy to think there would be nothing to find inside but rats. Unfortunately, his assessment was deeply flawed and what was worse, he found a living survivor under a pile of dead bodies. A man who would prove to be his fated mate.
“How did you and your friend end up in that warehouse last night? I doubt you got a message from the Fates saying, ‘get there quick or you’ll lose your chance for a mate until they get reborn again’.”
Enda Cochrane believed he was minutes away from dying when he heard a voice that sent his bird spirit fluttering. But while being saved by a man who was his fated mate should've been cause for celebration, Enda knew their path together wouldn't be easy. His life never had been, and he had no reason to think anything had changed. Someone still wanted him dead and having a mate wasn't going to change that.
I just want one day when I can pretend that my life is normal, that no one is out to kill me, and that I can be safe and happy with you.
As if Enda and Giorgio's life wasn't already complicated enough, the gods decided to get involved. The issue had a lot to do with Enda's past, but the problem with that was there was so much he didn't know. When the plan is put in place to flush out the person who wanted Enda dead, that should've worked... but did I mention godly interference?
Magical Beast is an MM Paranormal Fated Mates story. While it is part of a series it can be read as a standalone. HEA is guaranteed, but the characters really had to work for this one.
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
“On three… two… one…” Like clockwork, Mitchell ran forward, pounding on the door with his door rammer, splintering the old wood into a dozen pieces. As he stepped back and to the side, Giorgio ran forward, glad they were going in at night – it meant his eyes didn’t have to adjust to the gloom.
He didn’t have to run far. The whole first floor was a wide open space – even the lining had been pulled off the walls. It was the smell that hit him first. Dead bodies. A whole lot of dead bodies. Stacked in a heap, they looked as if someone was planning to put a match to them. Giorgio lowered his weapon, his nose wrinkling at the stench as Mitchell came up beside him.
“There’s no one left alive…” Mitchell started to say, but Giorgio held up his finger.
READ MORE“I’m going to check this lot. You do a quick check of the other floors. Be careful and mind your back,” he said urgently as his hound alerted him to the faintest of whimpers around the far side of the stack.
“Oh, shit, no,” Giorgio growled, dropping his rifle with a clatter on the concrete floor, as he ran around the side of the body mound, searching for any sign of movement.
One blink in the gloom. A tiny flash of the whites of someone’s eyes. Giorgio only saw it for a split second, but that was all he needed.
“I’ll get you out,” he promised as he started moving the bodies nearest where he’d seen the eyes with as much care as he could. “I swear, I’m not leaving you here. Just hang on. For fuck’s sake, hang on.”
Giorgio had seen and smelled a lot of horrible shit in his time on earth, but as he worked as fast as he dared, his heart ached at the carnage left for them to find. He had no doubt he and Mitchell had been set up, although for what, he had no idea. But there was no way this was a regular retrieval job.
“Hey, there. You still breathing?” Giorgio tried to keep his growl out of his voice, but his hound was getting more agitated with every passing moment. Eyes blinked open, and as he went to move the body closest to the living being, a hand reached out, gripping the sleeve of his jacket.
“Boom.” The word was the barest whisper, and if it hadn’t been for Giorgio’s hound, he never would’ve heard it.
“Boom?” Giorgio went to reach for the hand that moved off his arm, but then he saw the young man was pointing downwards… Underneath him… at the wires.
“Oh shit. All right. Don’t move.” Taking the hand, Giorgio put it back on his arm. “Do. Not. Let. Go.” Inhaling sharply, he looked over his shoulder and yelled, “Mitchell, get down here. Fucking run, you fat-assed bastard!”
“Who are you calling fat, you over muscled hunk.” Mitchell was panting as he hurried down a concrete set of stairs and crossed the room. “What have you found? Fuck, a live one?”
“Grab my jacket.”
“What the fuck? Why.”
“If you want to see Sarah again, grab my jacket and don’t let go.”
“You are some freaky dude, G.”
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