Beautiful Mistake: A Multiple Shifter Paranormal Romance (Royal Pride Book 2) Read online

  A tortured man…A fearless woman…A mistake that’ll change their lives forever.

  Three centuries ago, Devin Moore sacrificed his sanity to save his sister. Every day since is spent in a constant battle of wills with the three crazed cats—lion, tiger and jaguar—he houses. Keeping his shattered mind together has taken its toll, destroying any hope of having a family, but he can’t turn his back on innocents in need.

  When information on his pride’s missing child reaches him, he rushes to bring her home. But the rescue mission goes horribly wrong. Lena, the human female who turns herself into bait in order to protect the little girl, is wounded and struggling to survive.

  In a desperate act, he saves Lena. But it doesn’t erase his past mistakes. And for a broken man who’s finally offered hope, there’s only one thing left to do—prove his worth. The only problem? He’ll never be whole. Or sane. But maybe…just maybe…even the damned can find peace.

  Author’s Note: The Royal Pride series is set in the same world as the Kagan Wolves series.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Epilogue

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  Beautiful Mistake

  A Multiple Shifter Paranormal Romance

  Nancy Corrigan

  Chapter One

  Devin Moore peered through the windshield at the sprawling mansion. He took in the small pond, the English garden with its ornate fountain and the hedge maze. Butterflies fluttered above the bushes. A frog hopped from a lily pad into the water. And a squirrel ran down the side of a tree.

  There were no standoffs. No fighting lions. No gun-toting agents. No people whatsoever. For the scene of a shifter trafficking deal, the property was essentially deserted. Only the fancy red sports car parked near the front door offered any indication that the large home was occupied.

  “Are you sure this is the place?” Devin asked.

  Kade, his pride leader, caught his gaze in the rearview mirror. “I put the address Shifter Affairs gave us into my phone’s GPS. I’m sure.”

  Six hours ago, Shifter Affairs, the small unit of the government dedicated to shifter-related issues, had contacted their pride with an update on Molly, their missing lion cub. The agent working her case had not only found their preschooler but was in the process of organizing a retrieval. Time was of the essence. He’d discovered Molly was set to be sold to a lion shifter pride.

  The older human had broken protocol by contacting the Alexander pride directly. Devin, along with his pride members, were liaisons to the department, not full-fledged agents. They did recon, followed up on low probability leads and helped rehabilitate recovered shifters. As civilians, they weren’t supposed to be exposed to any dangerous situations.

  Devin didn’t care if his life were endangered. He’d wade into a gunfight, a fire, anything, if it meant saving a kid, but the closer they got to the quiet house, the stronger his unease grew. The three predators who shared his body—tiger, lion and jaguar—matched his wariness.

  They were walking into a trap.

  Trained task force members should’ve been called in to deal with any confirmed shifter trafficking case. Yet, no government cars were on site. Hell, there should’ve at least been a Delaware state trooper here. Although not all humans knew shifters existed, many larger law enforcement agencies had at least one individual who did. That person was often the first responder. Not today.

  He focused on the expensive car. “It’s odd nobody from Shifter Affairs has arrived.”

  Xander, the male Devin considered a brother despite the fact Xander housed wolves instead of big cats, turned in his seat and leveled a stare from hardened brown eyes at Devin. “You know how slow the humans can be, especially when it’s not one of their own in jeopardy.”

  “But why call us immediately?”

  “Guilt?” Kade shrugged. “The agent who called is the same one who had Rafe escorted out with an order not to return until he could act like a civilized person, not an animal.”

  Rafe, Kade’s twin, had contacted the humans for help finding the little girl a few weeks prior but hadn’t been given the warmest of responses. The agents had hundreds of missing shifter cases. Molly was only one of many lost kids. The explanation hadn’t soothed Devin, not when Molly’s sister, Megan, was crying for her twin.

  “Look.” Xander motioned to the side of house with a jerk of his head, his black hair swinging with the move. He shoved it out of his eyes with an annoyed grunt. “Guess the humans will have to sit this one out.”

  Devin turned his attention to the group moving from the house to the five-car garage. Close to a dozen shifter males surrounded a human woman and a little girl. Only glimpses of the two females were visible between the tight circle of bodies, but Devin saw enough. Molly’s white-blonde hair was unmistakable. So was the human’s hand twined with the largest of the lion shifters.

  “Recognize them?” Xander asked.

  “Yeah. They’re members of Edmund’s pride.” The aura surrounding them was one Devin was intimately familiar with. He’d watched it fade as his sister’s rapist lay dying in a pool of his own blood.

  “Devin’s right. They’re from the Krisban pride.” Kade gripped the steering wheel with claw-tipped hands. “Last I heard, they were in trouble with the human government for keeping human females as sex slaves too.”

  “So what are we going to do with them?” Devin asked, even though he knew the answer. As a lower member of the pride, he knew his place, and that didn’t allow him to order his alpha around.

  “Invoke Pride law.”

  “I want first blood.” And if the government decided to punish them for it, Devin would be the one who paid for the crime.

  “It’s yours.” Kade turned the wheel hard, exposing Devin’s side of the car to the group.

  Devin leapt from the moving vehicle, hitting the blacktop on a roll.

  Two fully shifted lions charged him. He spread his legs and waited until they jumped him before unleashing his claws. One swipe. Two. And their heads fell with a thump. He kicked them aside and ran toward the throng of males.

  Kade’s car spun, coming to a stop on the other side of the group. Devin didn’t look to see if Xander and Kade ran to the house or attacked the rival shifter. His gaze remained locked on the human female’s fingers twined with the bastard who’d thought to kidnap Molly.

  Devin wanted the woman away from the male. The urge built into a compulsion. His cats fed it. Devin didn’t know why it suddenly seemed important, but he wasn’t about to give in to it. Getting Molly away from the pride known across the globe for their cruelty was all that mattered.

  He focused on the need to save Molly and charged them. The other shifter released the female’s hand and spread his arms wide, inviting the fight. The male’s cockiness wouldn’t last, not once Devin ripped him open with a single slash from his sharpened nails.

  Movement caught his attention. The female picked up Molly and ran toward the house. He wanted to go after them, but it was better if they hid. Molly didn’t need to witness the bloodshed he’d deliver. Howe
ver, the sooner he eliminated the threat, the sooner he’d be able to help Kade with Molly, calming her and easing her fears.

  Devin curled his upper lip, exposing his fangs, and met the shifter, slamming into the smaller male’s body. They hit the hard pavement and rolled onto the grass next to the driveway.

  The lion shifter pinned Devin to the ground with clawed hands dug into Devin’s shoulders. Glowing hazel eyes focused on him. Hatred burned in them. The sight of them yanked a memory out of the depth of Devin’s mind when another lion shifter had stared at him. Those hazel orbs had been unfocused and hazed with pain, yet the depravity in them had been clear.

  “Your whore sister sealed her fate. She’ll suffer for this. My pride will make sure of it.”

  Devin shook his head to clear it of Edmund’s dying words. It didn’t do any good. For three centuries, they had replayed in Devin’s soul, taunting and angering him.

  Reminding him of his biggest failure.

  Devin slammed his forehead against the other male, knocking him back, then reversed their position. Edmund’s image superimposed over his distant relative. The male’s hair lengthened, and his lips thinned. It wasn’t real. Devin’s mind was messing with him. He recognized the signs. Couldn’t stop them. His hatred for Edmund had never abated. Devin had failed Mira. Gotten to her too late. She’d had to save herself.

  A snarl tore from Devin’s throat. He gave himself over to the anger—to the guilt he could never escape—and ripped the male’s throat out. The shifter’s death didn’t ease his remorse, but the sneering laugh echoing in Devin’s head cut off. At least for the moment.

  He dragged his hand across his bloody mouth. A weight landed against his back, knocking him to the ground. With his eyes closed, so as not to be pulled into another memory, Devin rolled with his attacker.

  Devin’s cats supplied the sensory details to replace the loss of his vision—the male’s heartbeat betraying his rage, his scent identifying him as a Krisban and the flexing of his muscles warning of an attack. Devin took the clues his cats supplied him and acted.

  With a swipe of Devin’s hand, he tore his opponent’s gut open. Another blow and the male’s growls stopped.

  More males came at Devin. All met the same fate. He lost track of how many lives he took. Didn’t care, either. They meant to steal Molly. Hurt her. Just like the Krisban males had wanted to do to Mira. Their women were treated as slaves, breeders. That hadn’t changed over the three centuries since Edmund had wanted to trap Mira into the role of his mate. Devin knew. He kept tabs on this pride.

  He pivoted on his heel to attack the last male. The other shifter’s heartbeat grew fainter. Devin glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the sound and got the rear view of the other shifter’s arms and legs pumping as the coward fled across the front lawn.

  Devin took two steps after him, then stopped. The screech of squealing tires pierced the air. He turned. Taillights disappeared around the bend.

  Shit.

  He swept his gaze over the scene of carnage. Bodies littered the ground. No sign of his friends, the human female or Molly. He glanced toward where the expensive car had been. Gone.

  He snarled, fists clenching and releasing at his sides. His anger fed the predators sharing his body until he vibrated with the effort it took to contain the three big cats he’d been born with. The animals wanted to be released. To hunt. To kill.

  Colors faded from the world around him. Vertigo took hold, making the ground tilt under his feet. He stumbled and nearly fell in the blood-soaked grass.

  A door slammed behind him, saving him from slipping into one of the mental episodes that had plagued him since his youth. For years, he’d hidden the blackouts, which were a result of shouldering his twin Mira’s punishment. Lately, he’d had trouble keeping the episodes in check, not surprising, really. Stress and rage triggered the memories that stirred them. He’d lived with both these past few months, ever since the prophecy involving Mira became a hot topic at the Shifter Council meetings. The reason given to him by one of the single shifters—curiosity—didn’t satisfy him.

  The Council was up to something. Devin was sure of it, but he didn’t know what. That lack of knowledge had left him frustrated and tense. And the situation with Molly? Yeah, it drove him to the brink of insanity. No way would he walk away, though. He hadn’t saved Mira, but he would save Molly.

  He faced the house. Kade and Xander ran toward him.

  “She tricked us. There are freakin’ hidden corridors in that house. We lost them,” Kade called out.

  Devin pointed in the direction the car had gone with a thankfully steady hand. No need to let his pride leader know how close he’d come to losing complete control. “She took off.”

  A savage grin spread over Kade’s face that didn’t match his blond-beach-bum features. “Then let’s go round us up some prey.”

  That was exactly what they’d be. Devin had no mercy for anyone involved in the trafficking of shifters or humans. One question remained, though. What side did the brown-haired female fall on?

  No matter what her involvement in Molly’s situation, the woman wasn’t getting away. Devin would make sure of it.

  Chapter Two

  “Guess that means I’m left with cleanup duty,” Xander grumbled.

  Devin met his friend’s gaze. “Hey, dogs like to bury stuff. It’s a perfect job for you.”

  Xander bared his fangs but waved him away. “Go. Get the kid.”

  Devin nodded and climbed into the idling Barracuda they had arrived in, a classic from the era of gasguzzling muscle cars.

  Kade stomped on the accelerator before Devin’s ass hit the seat. The wheels spewed chunks of grass and dirt behind them as they cut across the yard. At the end of the drive, the car bottomed out. Kade didn’t ease up on the gas. He spun the wheel and skidded onto the main road, working through the gears until he barreled down on the woman’s car.

  Devin leaned forward and stared at the little convertible, unable to believe what he was seeing. No denying it, though. With the top down, he had a perfect view into the car. “Unless she’s stashed Molly in the trunk, our kid’s not with her.”

  “Too late to turn back. This female’s our only lead.”

  Devin watched helplessly as the human’s vehicle raced toward a railroad crossing. Red lights flashed. The safety arms lowered. Honks blared, quick short bursts. He flicked his gaze between the approaching engine and the woman. She wasn’t stopping. He held his breath, the wreck already playing out in his head.

  All three predators slammed into his chest and tore at his stomach. A different emotion spurred them into trying to break free. Not rage…fear.

  The female gunned it, the vehicle jerking with the increased speed. The horn blast turned into one continuous screech. His inner animals roared.

  The woman’s car slid under the thin crossbars, breaking off one in its wake. He let his breath escape through clenched teeth, relief and anger warring within him.

  Kade slammed on the brakes, narrowly avoiding the train that thundered past.

  Claws burst from Devin’s fingers. Colors faded from the world around him. And blackness hovered at the edges of his vision. Groaning, he pressed the heels of his palms to his temples.

  Kade shook Devin’s shoulder. “Keep it together. We’ll get the human, and she’ll tell us where to find Molly.”

  Devin nodded, unable to speak while he fought his unstable cats for control. The sound of his panting filled his ears along with the clickety-clack of the train. The noise faded. The car moved.

  He unclenched his jaw and focused on the road ahead of them. No sign of the red sports car, but the woman’s fresh scent lingered in the air, guiding them like a tether to their prize.

  Kade was right. They’d capture her and retrieve their lost cub. He refused to accept anything less.

  The ’Cuda picked up speed, and Kade swerved around a slow-moving pickup. Devin braced himself against the jerky movement. His hand left a wet handprint on the dashboard. The sight of it made his failure real. He’d fought, defeated a dozen rival shifters, yet still lost the child he’d promised to save.

  The animal spirits that shared his soul picked up on his agitation. They paced, their distress growing with each successive lap around the metaphysical enclosure he kept them in.