The Panther's Surrogate: A Paranormal Pregnancy Romance by Angela Foxxe Read Free Book Online

he feels betrayed. The moment you tell him that this was an illegitimate surrogacy, he’s going to be furious with you.”
    “That’s fine,” Josie said, thinking of her plan of attack. “I'll do everything I can to charm him until that moment comes. When he finally gets angry, hopefully it won’t last long. Honestly, how do I look?” Josie asked him.
    “How do you look?” Kheem laughed.
    “Yes, tell me honestly,” Josie said to him, pushing him off  her.
    She didn’t have time for games. He couldn’t afford to play games either. They needed to get ready. They needed to be prepared to act when the time came. She stared at Kheem and waited for his answer.
    “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” He said with the amount of truth and passion that he always carried with him when he saw her. It bothered her because she felt that there was probably a very good chance Kheem was distracted by love blindness. He couldn’t be trusted. He was compromised by obsession.
    “I need to be able to seduce him,” she exhaled and looked at Ony who was fast asleep in his little crib. “He’s always had a thing for me and if I can still appease him, then maybe that will be my only option. The moment he finds out about Ony, he might take Ony and hand him over to the Hunters.”
    “He would never,” Kheem shook his head. “Even if there is a truce between us, he is still a Shifter. King Ronald would never give up a member of the Clans to the Hunters, even if it meant he would die. He’s stubborn and he’s old fashioned. At worst, he'll demand to know who the father is and will possibly try to punish you in whatever way the Council deems fit.”
    “But who has sway over the Council?” Jose stood up and paced about the room in her bra, looking out the window at the soft roar of the surf as it assaulted the beaches. She thought that she probably had a good idea already who it was that was working the Council as a puppet right now.
    “The Jaguars are intimidating people left and right,” Kheem informed her of the obvious. “No one respects them, but Kibwe and Sipho aren’t to be mocked and Tendai is cunning. No one wants to cross them, but no one wants to bow down to them, either. The majority of the power still rests in the hands of King Ronald. If we can get him to forgive and pardon you, then you might have a chance.”
    Before Josie could say a word, the door to the room was flung open and two dark figures stood in the doorway outside her bungalow. The first, she recognized instantly. His hair was pulled back in cornrows and his yellow shirt was hanging open, revealing his chiseled and defined physique that was marred and marked by scars from battles that had sent him out of Africa and on the run with the rest of the Lion Clan. He was a man with a stern face and a scar over his left eye. He had the look of a man that had seen too much and who had participated in worse. Wahir was the largest man that Josie had ever seen and even though Kheem was still a large man, Wahir made him look like a dwarf.
    The man behind him, Jamar, was smaller, but by no means any less intimidating. He had a scar running along his scalp of his buzzed head. His face was crossed with scars as well, from a battle that it looked like he had barely survived. He was wearing a pink polo and gray pants, walking into the room casually and looking around as if he were inspecting the place with a real estate agent. Jamar was not nearly as intimidating as Wahir, but she knew why he was here. She knew that he was here as the voice of King Ronald and that meant that this was going to be a very uncomfortable thing to discuss.
    “I should have known it was you,” Wahir said, looking at Kheem. “Panthers are always shifty and subtle things. Keeping to the shadows and out of sight while you plot your little schemes.”
    “It’s not what you think,” Josie tried to assure him.
    “It’s exactly what I think it is,” Wahir snapped at her