Shifters with Secrets (An MMF Bisexual Threesome)(42)

An older man, with a large, round hat and a Sheriff’s badge pinned to his chest, stepped out of the car and approached her.

She rolled down the window and greeted him with her best smile.

“Are you Alexi Winters?” he asked.

Her mouth dropped.

“Turn the car off.”





Ellis buckled up his fire retardant suit as he stared at the wall of the plane with glazed over eyes.

“I’m sorry buddy,” Keene whispered, tapping him on the shoulder.

Ellis stared at the ground and nodded.

How could she leave? Until he was with her he never realized that life could be that good. And until she left he never realized that life could be this hard.

“This is a big one,” Beckett said, standing in the plane. “We’re going to have to work together to put this one out. The trees are dry down there, the winds are picking up and its spreading fast.”

Beckett approached Ellis and leaned into his ear. “You can sit this one out if you have to,” he whispered.

Ellis shook his head. “I’m with you guys. I’m sorry I was so uncooperative in the past Beckett. I was just…” He looked at his brother with sad, tired eyes. “She changed everything for me. She made me see. From now on I’ll follow orders.”

Beckett squeezed Ellis’ arm and nodded. He stood up and looked out the open door of the plane. “Out in five!”





“Am I under arrest?” Alexi yelled through the steel bars of the holding cell. Nobody answered.

The Sheriff had handcuffed her as soon as she stepped out of her car and brought her to a holding cell in the small police station. The building consisted of a tiny office with stacks of papers piled on the desk and a dying yellow plant in the corner, a bathroom and a holding cell, which looked like a closet with a steel bar door.

The Sheriff had locked her inside, refusing to answer any of her questions or acknowledge her request for a lawyer. It was illegal to hold her here without just cause but these small town Sheriffs played by their own rules. She shook the bars in frustration. The Sheriff sat as his desk playing Solitaire on the computer. He didn’t look up.


She sat down on the wooden bench against the wall. Her stomach grumbled. She had been there for at least three hours, without a snack or even a glass of water.

“Are you going to let me starve in here?” she yelled.

He didn’t look up.

A bell sounded as the front door of the station opened. “Help, help,” Alexi yelled, shaking the bars. “I’ve been kidnapped!”

A man wearing a suit walked into the station and grinned at her. No. No. She stepped back until she hit the back wall. How did he find me? She had a feeling that Greg was behind this but seeing his face in person made her stomach rock hard.

“Well if it isn’t my fiancee,” he said, approaching her, stroking the stubble on his big jaw. He smiled, flashing his dimples that used to make her smile. Now they made her sick. She was suddenly glad that she was locked behind steel bars where he couldn’t get to her.

“I’ve been looking for you,” he said. His large muscles bulged through his suit jacket.

“I don’t want to be with you,” she said. “Why don’t you just leave me alone?”

“I can’t. You’re my mate.” He turned away from her and walked over to the Sheriff who was standing at the entrance to his office.

“Good job,” he said, handing over a thick envelope.

A smile broke out across the Sheriff’s yellow-skinned, wrinkled face. He stuffed the envelope into his desk drawer and walked over, fumbling with the keys.

“Yes good job Sheriff,” Alexi said sarcastically. “Way to protect the innocent.”

He shrugged and opened the door.

Greg grinned as he approached her. “You’re going to pay for embarrassing me.”





Ellis glanced out the window of the plane at the cabin that Alexi stayed in. How can I ever look at it again without my heart breaking?

The plane banked to the right as the pilot prepared it for landing. The fire was a rough one but they managed to put it out after about three hours of hard work. Ellis followed all orders, sticking to the perimeter in his human form and clearing out the trees, trapping the forest fire in place. It kept his mind busy and he was happy to have a distraction. But now that he was back in the plane all of his sadness came rushing back.

The plane bounced on the runway as the pilot, a teenage fox shifter, tried to land it in the heavy winds. It skidded to a stop.

“Sorry about that,” he said from the pilot’s seat.

“Hey Marcus,” Keene said back to him. “We didn’t survive a raging forest fire to be killed by a pimply teenager.”

“Why is Mom here?” Beckett said, leaning out the door.

Ellis unhooked his seatbelt and jumped out of the plane. His mother was staring at him with a worried look on her face. His stomach dropped.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, rushing over.

“The Flint Crew were in the diner. I overheard them talking…they have Alexi. The Sher-”

“Where?” he asked, grabbing her arms.

“At the mill. But Ellis don’t-”

He didn’t let her finish. He ran to the closest pickup truck, with his bear raging inside him and begging to be let loose. He jumped in the car and sped off down the driveway.