Arcanum Austin 6: Marked

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Marked – Mychael Black

Arcanum Austin 6

Dr. Wesley Griffith never expected to find his fated mate, but he did in the form of a hot-as-sin Arcanum officer. The fireworks are immediate, but there’s more to deal with than exploring where this connection is going.

Officer Damon Roth is more than happy to show his shapeshifting lover exactly what a human can offer, but first, he needs to handle a little problem plaguing the good doc.

A stalker is determined to get his hands on the shapeshifting doctor, but things aren’t as cut and dried as they seem.

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EXCERPT:

“Night, Doc!” Maggie called out as she walked to her car.

Wes waved and headed for his own. He loved his job, but he desperately needed the weekend break. As he slid in behind the wheel, he caught sight of movement from across the dark parking lot. Maggie was already gone, and no one else was outside in this area. He locked the doors and started the car. The entire drive home, he kept looking in his mirrors, but he didn’t see anyone or anything weird. He shivered as he thought about the witch stalker he’d somehow gained a week ago. As a para himself, he could handle quite a bit, but witches had abilities and magic that could overpower even shapeshifters.

He took a winding route until he was certain no one followed. Then he went home and didn’t get out of the car until the garage door was down. He sighed and got out. Maybe he could finally relax, though a part of him knew that wasn’t going to be easy. When he’d gone to Arcanum about the witch a week ago, he’d met their new officer, Damon Roth. He was hot—no doubt about that. Turned out, he was also Wes’ fated mate.

Wes set his keys on the counter and dropped into the recliner in the living room. Head back, eyes closed, he just sat in the quiet, grateful to be out of the insanity of the ER.

Hazel eyes set into a masculine, clean-shaven face flashed in his mind. Acres of muscles covered in dark skin teased him. The tell-tale buzzing in his head had been unrelenting since they shook hands, and he wondered if Damon even had a clue what it meant. Fate could be… weird when it came to fated mates. He had friends who were fated, both of them alphas but of different species.

He opened his eyes and stared up at the whirling ceiling fan. When his stomach grumbled, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten for nearly seven hours, he sighed and got up. After a quick perusal of the freezer and fridge, he decided on delivery instead. He pulled up the app on his phone, ordered Chinese, and then headed to the bedroom to find something far more comfortable to put on.

About forty-five minutes later, food on the coffee table, Wes settled in the recliner and began channel surfing. He tried to avoid the news as a general rule, preferring to read it rather than watch it. This time, though, he had to stop on the local broadcast. A reporter for the current story was talking to a familiar uniformed black man. He simply couldn’t change the channel.

Damon Roth was sexy as sin, especially in uniform. Wes had never really cared about uniforms either way, but he sure did now. Dark blue slacks hugged strong thighs, and a Polo shirt stretched tight across a broad chest. Damon was wearing sunglasses in the interview, but Wes remembered those gorgeous hazel eyes.

The story was about Arcanum itself: its history, expansion from the initial station in Baltimore to the one currently forming in New Orleans. Mal Silius, head of the Austin station, stood with Damon, both of them chatting with the reporter.

When the next news story came on, Wes changed the channel and finally settled on a ghost hunting show. He finished his dinner and leaned back to sip his Pepsi. Eventually, he and Damon would have to address the mates issue, but, for now, he just wanted to rest.