Page 9 of A Kitten for Alpha Kenny

I let my head fall against the side window. He didn’t scent like he was a bird or a dragon or anything else that flew. If I put money on it, he was a gray wolf. How could his scent just end here? And it definitely ended—not started—here. Scents didn’t do that. That’s not how they worked.

Slowly circling the car, I tried to figure out what could be going on—when I saw a foot emerge from underneath the car.

“Hello?”

The foot became a leg—became an ass—a very hot ass—became a full-ass person.

No, not a person. An alpha. Yeah. Like a pack alpha. But shockingly…all that power didn’t intimidate me at all.

Because this alpha was my mate. He’d been under the car of all places.

“You.” His eyes went wide as he righted himself. He was a mess, worse than a mess. His suit was wrinkled, full of dirt. In his hands was a key fob. There was even a bunch of dirt on his face. I reached up and wiped it clean.

“You.” He leaned into my touch.

“I thought you… I came here, and your scent stopped. Why were you under the car?”

“Because I’m distracted, and I dropped my key fob.”

“Didn’t you scent me in there?” I pointed to the club. He had to have, right?

“Yeah,” he said quietly.

“And then you left.” Was he going to reject me? I wasn’t sure my heart could take it, which was a weird thought since I still didn’t even know his name.

“You’re my mate. My job is to make you happy. Messing up your family would be the opposite of that, so when you didn’t look for me, I took the hint.”

“Family?” I was still caught up on that part. Did he mean Madeline? How would he even know about her?

“Yeah, your alpha. I saw you guys come in together.”

“That’s my pack alpha. Notmyalpha. And my mate was less of a mate and more of a husband. And he’s gone. Car crash years ago. Our daughter has just turned four.”

His mouth formed a perfect little O.

Weren’t we the pair? I delayed finding him, all for a stupid job, and he tried to run away because he thought I was dating my pack alpha of all people.

Things could only go up from here.

Right?

Chapter Seven

Kenny

Maybe Fate didn’t hate me after all.

When he brushed the dirt off my cheek, I almost lost my mind.

She just had to have her little joke before giving me the mate I’d never dared to dream of. My dads always said I’d know my mate the minute I scented them, but after all these years when most everyone I knew was already settled down, mated and with families, I’d really begun to think my only gift from Fate was the job I didn’t want. Dads score one, loneliness zero. Because I’d do anything not to be separated from my mate and his young. All I knew about his daughter was her age and the fact that she was now under my protection. And then I realized, I had said he was my mate, but he had not said it back. The scenting thing could imply it, but we had things to say to one another. Starting with. “My name is Kenny.”

The omega’s cheeks flushed in the most becoming way. “I’m Mulder, and my daughter is Madeline.”

“That’s a beautiful name.”

“She’s a beautiful girl.”

“I am sure she is, and I can’t wait to meet her, but I meant yours, mate.”

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