Page 13 of Remy & the Wildcat

She licked her lips and his gaze tracked the movement.

“Yes, Remy,” she said, “I’ll be your mate.”

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers and everything dropped away but him. His lips, his heat, the way she could hear his wolf growling happily. Her cat was purring up a storm in her mind, so happy to have found their truemate.

She still needed to find a new place for her people to live, but she’d found the answer to something she’d been longing for since she’d learned as a child what a truemate was.

Remy, this strong, sexy male, was holding her like she was made of glass, but kissing her like he could climb down inside her.

Her body heated and her skin tingled as their tongues danced and slid together, until she was dizzy and breathless, leaning against him after the kiss had ended.

Holy crap.

He held her in his strong arms under the spill of light from the lamppost, and she could have stood there all night because she felt so safe.

She hadn’t realized how unsettled and unsafe she’d felt, adrift with so many things to worry about with the pride.

She didn’t have to face any of that alone, because now she had Remy. Finding her truemate was fucking awesome.

“Wow,” she said, when she’d eased from his warm embrace.

He grinned, that dimple showing up again. “Damn straight.”

He took her hand and they started walking again.

The street was lined with modest homes, some with large trees and some with flower beds full of flowers and shrubs.

“You were going to tell me about your mom?” she prompted as they turned down another street.

“Oh right, sorry I got distracted by how sexy you are.”

Okay, a girl could get used to compliments like that.

“So an Angel Mate is a perfect mate for a wolf. It’s a hereditary ability passed from the mother to her daughters. Once she turns twenty-one, her nature kicks in and she leaves her home to find her truemate, who she recognizes on sight. When an Angel Mate and a wolf get together, their daughters are Angel Mates, and their sons are born to be alphas.”

“Really? I’ve never heard of that.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s a wolf thing. I have three sisters. They’re waiting for the youngest to turn twenty-one, which will happen soon, and then they’re going to head out together and start traveling from wolf pack to wolf pack until they find their mates.”

“That’s pretty awesome. So you’re an alpha but you don’t have a pack?”

“Yep.”

They reached the RV and he opened the door, flipping on a light switch and then holding the door for her. “I came back for my friend Kash’s mating ceremony and I planned to leave in the morning to start looking for a new place to settle. I figured I’d start a pack and hope to hell that my truemate showed up.”

She stepped into the RV and he shut the door behind her. She sat on the couch and he stopped at the small fridge and grabbed two bottles of water. When he joined her on the couch he handed her a water.

“Did you know where you were going?”

“Nope.” He took a long drink. “Alpha Jason said he had some ideas for me, of towns without shifter groups, so I was going to check in with him before I took off. But you need a place for your people anyway, so we can still see what he has to say.”

She took a long drink and then put the lid on the bottle, setting it on the windowsill. “That would be really awesome. I’ve scouted before and never had luck finding a place for our people to move to.” She paused and then said, “Are you sure you’re okay with being my mate?”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re a wolf and I’m a wildcat. You wouldn’t be alpha of a wolf pack if you mated me, you’d be part of the alpha pair of a wildcat pride. I think wolves like the alpha male to be in charge, but the wildcat alpha pair are equals.”

“I don’t care about any of that,” he said. “I’m just so happy to have found you, Thyme. I wouldn’t care if you were alpha of a box of puppies, I’d still want to be with you. And I’m not one of those males who has to be in control or be the top dog, so to speak. I’ve always thought the alpha male and female should be a cohesive unit.” He lowered his voice. “In this pack, Jason is in charge, even over his mate Cades. She has authority, but he’s the supreme authority. I think it’s better to have them working together, not one always more important than the other.”

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