Page 8 of Purrfectly Kissed

At those times, he had no issue showing his strength. Even now, his Black Bear rippled and rumbled inside him. Fucking animal wouldn’t be so anxious to knock some heads together if he would just settle the fuck down already.

Mate, the Bear grumbled.

Brayden closed his eyes, pushing the beast back with a firmno.

His cell phone beeped as he tugged on a pair of jeans and black long-sleeved shirt.

Fuck.

Hunter was back and he’d brought a guest. Nerves tightened his belly. Brayden sat down hard on the bed and tugged on his socks before stuffing his large feet into a pair of black leather work boots.

Uzzi Stregovich, famous amongst supernaturals forUncle Uzzi’sMagical Matchmaking Servicewas at the Pride House.

And what’s more, Brayden was to attend a meeting with the old white haired Witch, as were all the eligible members of the Pride, at the Neta’s behest.

Brayden groaned and rubbed his temples. As Beta, he was granted the honor of seeing the old Witch first. When he’d tried to refuse, Hunter had put his foot down.

The Neta, in his own happiness, wanted everyone to be afforded the same opportunity. Because Uzzi had brought him his mate, Hunter was sure the old magical matchmaker could do the same for everyone in the Pride.

Brayden tried to refuse one more time, but Hunter was not hearing that. he’d told the Bear to get his furry ass in gear. And it was too late to run now. Not that he would. The Maverick Pride was his home.

Fuck.

Maybe he could skirt the honor of being the first new client to someone else? Brayden didn’t need Uzzi Stregovich and hishoo-doo-voo-doo-super-matchmaking-sensesfucking with his life.

He was destined to be alone.

Period.

End of story.

Then why can’t you stop thinking about a certain sexy redhead,his Bear growled inside his mind’s eye.

Fuck. Off.

He told his Bear. Fucking bastard looked downright smug as he sat chilling in the metaphysical plane where he rested till called.

Want mate,the animal insisted.

No. Never. Not happening.

Grrrrrrrrrr.

Brayden rolled his shoulders, quieting his Bear with a firm command. He’d go see Uncle Uzzi because he was told to by his Neta.

Not for any other reason.

Brayden did not want a mate.

That’s what you think.

Fucking stubborn ass Bear.

Brayden shook his head and walked to the main living room area, stopping in his tracks at the sight that greeted him.

Double fuck.

Jessica Maverick was bent over at the waist trying to tug a pair of leggings over her rounded hips and failing miserably.

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