Page 24 of Purrfectly Mated

His Tiger demanded he snap his Beta in two. This was not good. Hard to win a mate when you were covered in blood.

Who says,argued the beast.She will know we can protect her.

Hunter exhaled as he walked into the room. He allowed his powers as the Pride Neta to flow through him and press against the people inside the large living room.Just a little bit more of that natural or supernatural prowess was directed at his Beta.

Okay.

Maybe a whole lot more was directed at Blake, but Hunter was not about to apologize. The fucker clearly needed to be reminded that Hunter was in charge. And for the first time in a long time, this Pride Neta was more than happy to see to that himself.

Protect my Nari, his Tiger snarled and hissed the command.

Hunter moved faster, placing himself between the woman and his soon to be headless Beta.

Motherfucker, he thought with a sneer.

“Move.”

That was it. One word. But within the word, his Tiger had embedded a very real threat. Blake, if he was smart, would do wise to listen. That word move meant the man was close to being permanently removed from this plane of existence.

Fucking, hell yes, he was. This was no threat. It was a promise.

If he did not move soon, Blake was going to have a brand-new second asshole. Somewhere right in the middle of his fucking stomach. A quick slice with Hunter’s right paw would open the tiny Tiger right up, spilling the fucker’s guts onto the polished floor.

Yeah.

His beast liked that image. He growled long and hard at Blake, using only a hint more of his Neta power. It was all he could do not to lash out and rip the fucker’s face off.

Mine.

Okay, so he was a possessive asshole.

Whatever.

The gorgeous creature behind him was his. Hunter would fucking destroy anyone who came close to even frowning at her, let alone piss and moan like this asshole had dared.

Later,he told his incensed beast.He’d carve Blake a new asshole later. After he introduced himself to the sweet female behind him.

That was if he could get beyond one-word sentences. Once Blake tucked tail and ran, Hunter turned to the blonde goddess.

“Who are you?” he asked.

Her large brown eyes blinked rapidly. He’d seen brown eyes aplenty, but none like hers. They were warm and translucent like really fucking good hundred- and sixty-year-old scotch. The kind he kept under lock and key to stop his men from getting their grubby paws on it.

Her eyes were like that, only better. Gorgeous and rare. A potent combination. And she would be his.

Mine.Grrr.

The beautiful woman bit her lip and swallowed hard.

Fuck, she was so tempting, and she didn’t even realize it. Unlike any of the females of the Pride, this woman exuded grace and beauty, humility and passion, strength, and dignity all at once.

There were only three types of women he’d known in the past. The ones who’d flaunt themselves and beg him to service them during their heat. The ones too scared to even speak to him. And last, his sister.

That was it.

Shit.

Had he frightened her? He needed to try again.

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