Elite Shifter Enforcers, 3
Sienna Maddox infiltrated Chimera to expose them.
Now they want her back.
An investigative journalist with combat training and secrets worth killing for, Sienna holds the final piece of evidence that could dismantle Chimera’s hybrid program. When coordinated attacks target her and the Elite Shifter Enforcers, the war goes public.
Caleb, Jackson, and Wyatt Holt are Lions—predators forged for protection, bonded by blood and instinct. From the moment Sienna steps into their world, she is claimed by more than desire. She is their mate. Their equal. Their future.
But Chimera doesn’t surrender quietly.
As violence erupts and secrets surface, Sienna refuses to stand behind the Pride.
She’ll fight beside them.
And when lions go to war, they don’t lose.
Be Warned: menage sex (MFMM), anal sex
Excerpt:
Consciousness came in layers.
Not all at once. Not mercifully. It arrived in slow, grinding waves that pulled her back toward consciousness whether she wanted it or not.
Cold concrete under her cheek. The chemical bite of disinfectant layered over rust and oil. Her wrists burned where restraints cut into skin already torn raw. Every breath scraped like it had to travel around broken glass to reach her lungs.
I’m alive though, she thought distantly.
That mattered.
Memory surfaced in fragments, sharp-edged and relentless.
The bathroom.
The mirror.
The way the glass had splintered when they’d yanked her back, how the room had tilted as someone slammed her head into the wall. She remembered the sound of her own breath—too loud, too fast—and the way she’d forced it down, forced her hands steady even as blood slicked her fingers.
Help me.
Please.
A line drawn in blood that said I was here. I fought. I survived this long.
Sienna swallowed against the nausea rising in her throat. Her eyes cracked open, just enough to take in the blur of the room. High ceiling. Harsh lights. A space meant for storage, not people. She cataloged what she could without moving—exit points, shadows, the number of bodies she could smell nearby.
Too many.
They’d underestimated her in the apartment. She’d felt that immediately—the surprise when she fought back, the way one of them had sworn when she drove her elbow into his ribs, the hesitation that had followed when they realized she wasn’t panicking.
They wouldn’t make that mistake again.
Boot steps echoed somewhere beyond her range of vision. Voices murmured, low and confident. The sound of men who believed the worst was over.
That was when it happened.
The air changed.
Not with noise. With pressure.
Sienna’s instincts flared, sharp and immediate, dragging her focus outward even as her body lagged behind. Something big moved through the space—fast, coordinated, violent in a way that felt right.
A roar tore through the building.
Not human.
The men guarding her shouted, weapons coming up too late.
The first lion hit like a freight train.
Metal shrieked as a body was driven through a steel workbench, bolts tearing loose under the impact. A gun clattered across the concrete, skidding uselessly as claws came down where a chest had been a second earlier. Another man barely had time to scream before something massive slammed into him from the side, lifting him clear off his feet and snapping him back against the wall hard enough to crack cinder block.
A third tried to run.
He made it two steps.
The fastest of them—sleeker, sharper—was already there, a blur of motion and teeth. The sound that followed wasn’t loud. Just final.
Sienna’s breath hitched, awe and horror tangling in her chest as the room became a study in controlled devastation. They didn’t waste movement. They didn’t roar for dominance.
They hunted with intent. Every strike had purpose. Every kill cleared space.
Someone fired wildly. The shot went wide, sparks flying as it ricocheted off concrete. One of the lions took the hit anyway, barely flinching as he closed the distance and ended it with brutal efficiency.
It was over almost as soon as it began. The first impact shook the floor, the sound of metal screaming as something heavy collided with it. Another roar followed—deeper, layered with fury—and then the screams began.
Sienna’s heart slammed hard against her ribs.
Shifters, a distant part of her mind supplied, almost calmly.
The thunder of bodies hitting walls. The wet, final sounds of bone breaking under impossible force. The air filled with the coppery tang of blood and the feral heat of predators unleashed.
Three of them.
Moving as one.
Sienna’s pulse stuttered as something deep in her chest answered them, a pull so sudden and intense it stole what little breath she had left.
Oh, she thought weakly. That explains a lot.
The last body hit the floor with a final, shuddering thud.
Silence fell.
For half a second, the only sound was her own ragged breathing.
Then the world shifted again.
The lions pulled back, fur rippling, bones cracking as they changed. Shapes collapsed inward, reforming, until three men stood where monsters had been moments before.
She felt like she recognized them even before her vision fully cleared.
The fastest of the three was the first to reach her.
She watched him warily—solid, grounding, a presence that seemed to press the pain down simply by being close. His hands were careful as they cut through the restraints, voice low and steady.
“You’re safe,” he said.
Safe.
The word cracked something open inside her.
The taller one hovered just behind him, scanning the room even as he spoke. “They should have never taken something that we call ours to protect,” he muttered, half to her, half to the bodies on the floor. There was a grim edge to his tone, but underneath it, relief.
The third one dropped to his knees at her other side, too fast, too intense. “Jesus,” he breathed. “You scared the hell out of us.”
She tried to smile. It came out crooked.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
He huffed a laugh that sounded dangerously close to breaking. “Don’t. Ever. Apologize. To us.”
The fast one lifted her carefully, bracing her against his chest. His grip was strong but infinitely gentle, like he was afraid she might shatter if he breathed wrong.
“I’ve got you,” he said, firm and absolute. “You’re safe with us now.”
The other two walked in front of them, all of them focused on the area around them, and she knew they were watching for anything that might be coming at them.
The tall one’s eyes flicked over her injuries with ruthless precision. “They hurt you,” he said flatly.
Sienna managed a weak nod.
His jaw tightened. “You let us know if any of these bastards that hurt you weren’t here. We didn’t want to miss anyone who dared put their hands on you.”
The other one made a sound low in his throat, half snarl, half laugh. “Next time,” he said, voice shaking despite himself, “try not to bleed on the mirror. Scared the shit out of us.”
Sienna felt her lips twitched. “You found it.”
“Yeah,” the taller one said, brushing his thumb across her knuckles, reverent despite the blood. “We did.”
The one carrying her shifted her slightly, adjusting his hold. “Stay with me, Sienna. Don’t check out yet.”
“I don’t even know your names,” Sienna said in almost a whisper.
“I’m Caleb,” the one carrying her said, “and these are my brothers Jackson,” he indicated the tall one with a nod of his head. “And Wyatt.”
Sienna’s vision blurred again, the edges darkening fast. She focused on their voices, grounding herself in the differences.
Caleb—steady, anchoring, unbreakable.
Jackson—controlled fury wrapped in calculation.
Wyatt—raw intensity, burning bright enough to light the dark.
“You came for me,” she murmured.
Caleb bent his head, forehead brushing her hair. “Always. We will always come for you.” She fit there without trying, like her body had always known the shape of him.
Jackson brushed her hair back with surprising gentleness. “You did everything right,” he said. “Every damn thing.”
Her vision tunneled, edges going soft and dark. The pain she’d been holding at bay surged, heavy and unstoppable now that she wasn’t alone.
She focused on their voices instead.
Caleb’s calm instructions.
Jackson’s sharp commentary, already planning three steps ahead.
Wyatt’s fierce, unfiltered presence, like a live wire pressed too close.
Different.
Distinct.
Together.
The last thing Sienna registered was the weight of them around her—anchoring, shielding, claiming space without claiming her.
Then the darkness took her.
She let it.
And for the first time since the night the world had taught her how cruel it could be, she fell unconscious knowing she wasn’t alone.
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