Pride mates by jennifer ashley6/21/2023 Ben guessed that when the man said your kind, he didn’t mean goblin. The leader, a guy with a beer belly, stubbly whiskers, and flyaway brown hair, leaned his elbow near Ben’s arm. Unfortunately, while he’d been in Faerie these last however many months, this bar had been taken over by a group of buttholes. He’d returned to New Orleans to check on the haunted house and take a load off for ten minutes before he went back to work. The men who’d decided to be a pain in his ass were human, but their body language screamed as loudly as any Shifter’s that they were protecting their territory.īen had settled himself on a barstool at the far end of the counter, a long way from anyone. Ben took a determined sip, pretending to ignore the seven men who’d gathered around him in the bar on the outskirts of New Orleans, a place where he’d always been able to blend in and have a quiet drink.
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