Fitz Late at night, I hit a cat on the road, being chased by human males. “Did you kill it?” they asked. “It’s a Shifter freak,” they said. I didn’t kill the cat. Instead, I hurt them, with power that sizzled through my veins. And I’d do it again to protect her. Then I tucked the poor, wounded creature into my jacket and rode off into the night. Maybe I was losing my mind, but she felt like mine.
Meg Lost, injured, and stuck in my cat form with no memory, I should be terrified. But the man who held me gently inside his jacket, who tended to my injuries, smelled like my fated mate. In his arms, I wasn’t afraid. His power was undeniable. I was a weak beta with no memory, unable to even heal myself. Fate’s a bitch. I found my mate, but I would have to let him go, for both our sakes.
18+ for violence, explicit sex scenes and swearing. Forced proximity. Fast burn. High heat. Hormone spikes and angst. Fated mates. Touch her and perish. Jealous and possessive MMC. Touch her and perish.