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Still, Ace thought the pride had a good chance of making it. Honestly, when she’d first learned about the small pride Daunte had joined, she’d assumed that they survived attacks thanks to her brother, but now, she wasn’t so sure. Rye looked like he’d enjoy a bloodbath almost as much as the next psycho.

He was broad, tall, lean but muscular, and his dark grey eyes could be cold, when he wasn’t cooing and calling her “pretty kitty.”

And what did her damn slutty pussy do? She jumped down, and rubbed against his leg.

Rygan scratched her fur, making her purr like her life depended on it; then he actually scooped her up in his arms.

Now was the time to be a badass and scratch the heck out of him.Any minute.Aisling scowled at her cat, who stretched in his arms, baring her belly as if to say“Scratch me theeeeere.”

And the damn Alpha did.

She was infuriated. But as she was also getting a tummy rub, she was infuriated while daydreaming of freaking rainbows and pink unicorns.

“Rye, are you going to take over from Coveney? He hasn’t eaten yet.”

The Alpha sighed, and gently popped her down on the floor, telling her, “See you later, kitty cat. It appears I have some work to do,” with one last scratch between her ears.

He walked out of the house, which didn’t please her cat - the damn hussy pussy just followed him, softly, silently.

She found his clothes on the back door’s steps and felt a jolt of excitement at the prospect of meeting his cat.

Oh, no, no, no. No way, no how.

Rygan wasn’t an idiot, or a weirdo like her father, but there was no doubt in her mind that her damn cat was going to do her best to get mounted, which would be so fucking embarrassing she might die on the spot, so she started to force the shift, but before her cat had relented, she found herself face to face with a goddamn sabertooth tiger.

She was pretty certain those things were supposed to be extinct. Was he wearing some kind of fake kitty fangs?

Aisling tilted her head, intrigued and cautious, but her cat didn’t give a damn. She wanted toplaaaaaay. The animal, who was comparatively tiny, had decided that the humongous beast in front of her was an appropriate playmate. Idiot.

However, as she was relatively confident her cat currently was more interested in playing hide and seek than getting fucked, she let her do her routine, trot around and rub against the banisters.

You’re not afraid.

Her cat wasn’t, but Aisling, however, was freaked out. Big time.

They weren’t part of the same pride and they’d never exchanged blood, so she wasnotsupposed to hear Rygan in her damn head. But she let it slide, preventing herself from responding. If she did, he’d know she was a shifter.

Aisling had one advantage over others of her kind: there was more animal than human in her, which meant that when she did shift in her animal form, her human scent was almost negligible. Shifters who didn’t know better never realized she was one of them, in that form. That had been a tremendous help, back when she’d been a bounty hunter.

The tiger in front of her lowered his head, back side lifted, and pounced on her - delighted, her stupid cat ran around, and Aisling must have been totally stupid, too, because she was smiling like a crazy person. Having fun. It had been a while she’d played with a cat - Daunte visited, but they rarely shifted.

Regretfully, Rygan’s tiger stopped after a while and slowly walked towards the border of her territory, where they met another tiger - a normal one this time. No weird fangs.

Aisling didn’t hear their mental conversation, which was a relief; although it didn’t explain how she heard Rygan in the first place. They conversed while her cat stayed close by, cleaning her claws. Coveney - she recognized his scent - asked about her, she could feel it. He seemed open to play, too, because that was what cats did, when they didn’t fuck, or sleep - but her cat just looked at him with utter contempt.

The cat was such an ass. Aisling was silently laughing and shaking her head. But what could she say? The girl had standards.

Decisions

Rygan woke up alone, although he’d fallen asleep on the grass next to the female who had tired him out.

That sounded like the best kind of naughty in the world, but as he was talking about an actual cat - of the non-shifting variety - he’d just run trying to catch her until he couldn’t move another muscle. Damn kitty was quick.

“Waking up just in time for a Cuban,” Daunte said, holding a box of cigars up. “Want one?”

Rygan stretched languorously, before shifting.

He was pretty sure the reason why he got along with his Beta so well was because they were both freaks of sort - or in any case, Daunte had been raised by one. He understood.

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