Morgan
Eminence Shifters 5
Morgan
Morgan Trent has searched for the identity of her birth parents for years. Finally discovering who she is brings her both unexpected joy and great danger.
Ben and Cameron Harvey are cougar shifters, sent to Michigan to neutralize the threat to their new pride mate, Bethany Reed. What they find is their mate, battered and bruised from a kidnapping attempt.
Evan Harvey is a hardened retired navy seal, he comes to Eminence to train new soldiers for the pride, what he discovers is a mate that he never dreamed he’d be worthy of.
As Ben, Cameron, and Evan attempt to explain their nature as shifters to their human mate, the enemy follows them to Eminence. The enemy proves so evil that the men ask for help from their former pride in Pine Falls.
As the threast to both Morgan and Bethany’s lives are fully realized, the entire pride is needed to battle a new enemy with greater strength and numbers.
Genre:
Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length:
60,760 words
Eminence Shifters 5
Ashley Malkin
MENAGE AMOUR
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MORGAN
Copyright © 2015 by Ashley Malkin
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Eminence Shifters 5
ASHLEY MALKIN
Copyright © 2015
“Come on. Just give it to me,” Morgan said, trying to coax the result she desperately wanted from her computer. "Damn it. Another negative." The words “no results found” flashed before her.
Morgan put a line through Jackson, Michigan, in her notebook. It was the thirtieth state she had tried in her new search parameters. She'd been sure that hacking into local police departments for social service records would be the answer.
“
Dinner
’s ready, Morgan.” Her father’s voice was an irritating interruption. She wished again that she was able to afford a place of her own. “The game can wait. Dinner can’t,” he insisted.
“I’ll be down later, Dad. I’m in the middle of a battle.” Morgan hated lying to her father, but she preferred he think she was lost in a battle on her League of Legends online game than know what she was really up to.
Morgan pulled up the sheriff's department welcome page for Lansing, Michigan and set her password generator to work. She'd been working without a break for over twelve hours, and decided that Michigan would be the last state she'd try today. She stretched her arms above her head, and in just a few minutes had administrative access to the whole department.
"Just as well that I'm honest. If I was a criminal, this town would be in trouble."
Morgan typed in the relevant dates and physical description before pushing Enter with her fingers crossed. She knew it would probably be another futile attempt, and swore she'd scream if she saw the words “no results found.”
“One result found” flashed before her on the screen. She blinked several times and rubbed her tired eyes to see if she was mistaken.
"Oh my God," she breathed. She reverently hit the Enter key again. The document opened, and she slowly read the words on the screen.
“Finally,” she whispered, barely daring to breathe in case the information she’d been seeking for the last six months disappeared. It was there. The information on her adoption was there in front of her at last.
She’d been adopted nearly twenty-two years ago, and despite going through the proper channels, she’d never been successful in having the records unsealed. So she’d fallen back on her hacking skills and, just
perhaps
, she’d
struck gold.
“Sister Vincenza of St Bernard's Church in Lansing, Michigan. I sure hope you're still alive, because I have some questions for you.”
Morgan loved her adoptive parents. They had been good to her and she’d always felt loved, but she’d also felt incomplete. Like a piece of her was missing. O
r broken.
Finding out who she really was had become an itch she could never scratch since she’d hit puberty at fifteen.
She’d placed herself on the mutual consent register at eighteen, but had disappointingly never had a response from her birth parents. Then her adoptive mother had been diagnosed with ovarian cancer and to continue searching for her birth parents had felt like a betrayal. So Morgan had focused instead on loving her mom for every minute she could, until her mom had lost her battle with the disease and passed away six months ago.
Then Morgan had poured all her feelings of grief into her search. She spent hours each day hacking different databases state by state, and tonight she’d got a hit. She checked the screen again.
“Right age, right sex, right month, right eye color. This could be me. Why on earth was this buried so deep? Are my parents in witness protection or something?”
Morgan closed down her programs, being careful to back out through multiple bogus IP addresses. She didn’t know why the records had been sealed, but she didn’t want to put anyone’s life in danger. She felt a small frisson of fear snake down her spine.
“Am I going to get them killed by trying to find them?” She looked down at her computer, expecting it to answer her. She laughed and ran her fingers through her hair. “I spend too much time playing Call of Duty.”
After booking her ticket on the first bus leaving the next morning, she packed an overnight bag and looked in her wallet. She had a few hundred dollars in cash and had a few thousand in the bank.
Taking a year off university to spend time with her mother before she’d
died
had meant Morgan had not yet completed her degree in Web design. She did, however, know enough to earn a bit of money in the field. She did good work and her reputation had grown, bringing in more and more work through word of mouth.
“Dad.” Morgan stretched as she finally rose from her chair and then went downstairs in search of her father. “I need to speak to you.”
She hated to hurt her father, and going off searching for her birth parents was going to cause him pain, no matter how supportive he’d always been of her. But this was something she needed to do. She just felt it was important.
It was a long bus trip from Charlottesville to Lansing, but she had her laptop and her iPod for company. She also had the hope of finally getting some answers. She tried to tamp down her growing excitement, knowing that it could well turn out that it had been another baby instead of her. But she had a feeling that this was it. This was the break she’d been searching for.
“Do the course again,” Samson said softly. He glared at the assembled group of dirty, sweaty men. “If you can’t do it in under twenty minutes, then you may as well all go home.”
Ben drank the last of the water from the bottle he’d grabbed and tossed it in the bin as he watched their commander walk away to lean against a nearby tree. Samson was shaking his head and swearing under his breath. They were all shifters. They heard what he was calling them.
“Last week he was praising us for doing the course in under thirty minutes,”
Cameron said.
“We came in at twenty-one minutes this time. Fuck it.”
Ben looked at his brother and smiled. “Yeah, and now we need to come in under twenty. Do you know how fast Samson does it?”
Cameron regarded him with his cool green eyes. Cameron seemed fully aware that he wasn’t going to like the answer to the
question.
“Don’t tell me. It’ll just make me want to kill myself. Give me five minutes and we’ll go again.” He lay down on his back in the mud and closed his eyes.
“Sure,” Ben said with a chuckle. He sat down on a rock and looked at the assembled group of shifters.
