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Aisling had met exactly two feline shifters whose level of dominance equaled hers - her father, and her little brother. They’d never quite established who amongst them was the most dominant, and no one needed that question answered.

She felt comfortable enough in her family’s company, knowing that she couldn’t bend their will without meaning to; other shifters, she tiptoed around, unwilling to become a domineering ass. That was one of the many reasons why she was unmated; she’d never tie herself to a male she could mold and she could mold everyone she’d ever met. She’d feel like shit about controlling someone else’s actions - and besides, her cat wouldn’t let her get involved.

Her brother’s Alpha was another matter. He was as dominant as her - at least. She didn’t know whether he was stronger; it wasn’t impossible. She’d been pissed when Daunte had turned up at her doorstep with strangers; she could feel her cat infusing her every movement and there was no doubt that she’d also had her vibes working overtime. When she’d turned towards the intruders, all of them had taken a step back.

All of them, except him. He’d looked at her with no fear, and his cat hadn’t seemed startled either; she could feel him, barely under the surface.

Hers had clawed at her mind, demanding naughty things. But then, she’d seen the girl standing behind the Alpha, close to him, and snarled. The familiarity was enough to infuriate her cat.

Damn stupid pussy. Aisling had no interest in males; especially males who were part of a pride. She had a good life in Lakesides, with her bakery, her home, the amazing forest surrounding her - and when she felt an itch, she could find a human to scratch it somewhere in a nearby city. It wasn’t like her to let some local male lick her out in her kitchen, even if he was only staying in the area temporarily.

But telling that to her cat right now was pointless. She wanted to be pinned under him again, and this time, she wouldn’t let Aisling walk away.

Disagreeing with her cat felt weird; they normally felt the same way, as both of them liked simplicity. But the horny animal felt that jumping the Alpha was a pretty simple thing while Aisling knew it was anything but.

She had no business lusting after a guy like him. He was the Alpha of a pride that was staying around her territory; worse yet, he also was herbrother’sAlpha. That was too close to home and she preferred her flings to stay far, far away.

Basically the whole thing screamedstay away.

Her cat meowed in protest, focusing on what she found important - kitties. That hard cock that had been glistening against her could have given her kitties.

The animal didn’t understand the subtleties of the nature of shifters. Even if Ace had wanted to - and she definitely didn’t - she couldn’t have just gotten herself pregnant by fucking another shifter. To procreate, they needed to be bound - by a blood oath, or a mating bond. She tried to explain it to her animal, who metaphorically stuck her little paws on her ears and chantedcan’t hear ya, I want kitties.

She sighed, and ignored the cat.

“Daunte is two or three years younger than me,” Aisling replied to Clary.

“Two or three? You’re not sure?”

This. This was why she didn’t talk about her family.

“It’s a long story.”

She might have shared some of it, or might have left it alone; who knew? But she didn’t, because just then, her ear vibrated, catching a faint change in the atmosphere around her.

There were wards around her town and her territory; she’d paid a witch friend of hers to place them, and maintain them. They’d been activated when Daunte and his pride had driven their bikes through it, warning her of their arrival.

And they were ringing again now.

Ace knewthat one of the members of the pride had gone away a couple of days before - the short-haired enforcer. There was a good chance that she was just coming back.

Possibly. Maybe.

Still, she needed to check. Ace had plenty of enemies and it wouldn’t do to let one of them walk in.

“Take care of the store,” she told Clary, not taking the time to explain herself.

She walked out back, removing her clothes and shifted before leaving the bakery.

Finding the intruder took all of seven minutes; a sniff in his direction clarified that he was a wolf, which didn’t say much. Someone she’d pissed off might have sent a wolf loner to scout the area and confirm her whereabouts. But as she found the man with a camera, taking pictures of the pride in her home, that spelled a different story.

It wasn’t her problem. Itwasn’ther problem. She could just call Daunte and get him to track the wolf.

But then, just when she’d convinced herself to do that and go back to work, like she should, she saw the wolf’s lens focusing on the kids playing in her backyard.

Her cat didn’t wait for her authorization. She launched forwards, her claws digging deep inside the shifter’s back.

The wolf screamed and attempted to shift, but before he could, she’d turned back to her human form. Changing forms took a lot of shifters close to a minute; being in perfect sync with her animal meant she could do it in the blink of an eye. He never saw that coming; before he knew it, she had him in a headlock.

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