Cat's Wolf (A Shifter Romance Novella) Read Free

words before they came. Maybe it was better if she was alone
when she questioned Rhys. Misha wasn’t a trained fighter like herself and she
couldn't protect them both from a pack of wolves.
    She watched her friend disappear
into the crowd from the doorway of the ladies restroom.
    “Cat?” It was softly spoken but she
heard it clearly over the music. Her head turned to see Rhys leaning against
the wall waiting for her.
    “Dog?”
    He grinned at her, “Touché.”
    “What are you doing here?” She
asked.
    Rhys shrugged. “Would you believe
me if I said drowning my sorrows after a girl jumped off a roof to get away
from me?”
    Kaitlin snorted and checked the
crowd. Her gaze was caught and held by the group of shifters who were staring
at her and Rhys, even though they were stood in one of the clubs darkest
corners. It was freaky how good wolves’ night-vision was. She frowned a little
when she saw Misha was still there and having what seemed to be a heated
discussion with the guy who had bought them drinks at the bar.
    “I’ll take that as a no then.”
    Turning to face him again, her face
was awash with confusion, “What do you want with me?”
    His gaze moved over her head to his
friends at the bar and then back to her and held out a hand, palm up, “Dance
with me?”
    Curiosity at what he had to say got
the better of her and she placed her hand in his. He gave her a slight smile
and curved his fingers around her palm as he walked them onto the already
crowded dance floor.
    Rhys stopped somewhere in the
middle and pulled her into his arms. The music was something with a fast beat
but he held her close to him and slow danced with her.
    To say she was surprised would be
an understatement but she held her tongue and moved with him to some silent
melody.
    “You want to know what I want with
you?” He murmured into the wispy hairs at her temple. She stopped breathing as
she waited for him to continue. “You’ve heard about shifters mates; about how
there is one person who is specifically made for them?”
    “That’s an old tale,” she murmured
into his chest. “There’s no proof to it.”
    One of his fingers ran down her
naked back, finding every notch of her spine, before resting in the small of
her back, thankfully on top of her top.
    “What if I said I believed it?”
    Kaitlin tried to pull away but the
hand on her back stopped her. “I’d say you were crazy.”
    He continued as if she hadn't
spoken. “What if I then said; I believe my mate is you?”

 
    Chapter 3
     
    Kaitlin jerked back and this time
he didn’t stop her. Taking another step backwards she bumped into a couple
dancing—if’s that’s what it was they were doing?—and apologised.
    “Cat?”
    Her grey gaze swung to his gold and
noticed that his friends were now behind him. Would they stop her from leaving
if she tried?
    The rest of the crowd didn’t even
seem to notice them and she wondered if she’d be able to get lost in the
revellers. As if reading her mind, one of the wolves stepped forward and she
backed up.
    “Leave her, Jamal.” It was clearly
a veiled threat and the man stood down instantly.
    Her gaze swung to Rhys in wonder.
Who was he to give orders and be obeyed without question? Obviously someone
high ranking; maybe he was a born alpha. Her eyes widened at that thought. If
he was alpha material and he thought of her as his, she was in deep trouble.
    Rhys gaze softened. “Go home,
Kaitlin. I’ll be at The Crescent Bay Hotel for the next couple of weeks. Come
find me when you’re ready.” The ‘or I’ll come get you’ hung unspoken in the
air.
    Kaitlin hesitated as disappointment
began to gnaw at her stomach. She was expecting more of a struggle to get away,
had actually been looking forward to the chase.
    The realisation had her confused.
She shouldn’t want anything to do with these men—this man in particular—so why
did she? They were supposed to be her enemy; a fact that had been drummed into
her since