Page 25 of Catch a Tiger

And yet…these three tigers had come looking for her. They’d seen something they shouldn’t have and still they’d come to claim her.

Did that mean she no longer had to tend her gardens of death?

Could she maybe be…more?

Vix wanted that – the possibility of finally beingsomethingwas more tempting than any game she’d played.

But she wasn’t just a witch, was she? No, there was somethingwildin her – something free. Vix had destroyed her cage of humanity and it had given her a new piece to add to her picture.

These three though…their tigers were shoved into tiny little cages, but the cause of the pain they wore like shiny jewels was a mystery she couldn’t resist.

Sliding her gaze to the tiger still sitting on her left, she decided she didn’t like how his head was somehow level with hers even when she was standing on two legs like a human.

If her mate was a feline shifter…

“Tiger-tiger,” she murmured, reaching out for the orange tiger and his glimmering golden eyes. “Your eyes burn so bright.”

If the alpha was her mate, then it was likely this one was too.

Her eyes widened when his closed the moment she touched him.

So much pain it made her gasp with the force of it.

For some reason, it shocked her despite the agony she was swimming in constantly. Vix felt her knees give out as it washed through her, and she couldn’t let go of him even if she wanted to. A small sound escaped her, and she clung to that tiger of autumn instead of winter.

Silent screams tore through her mind, and it felt a thousand times worse than the pain the trees harbored or anything the angels experienced.

Why was his so muchworse?

Everything she could take, she did. Vix pressed her face to his neck and breathed in his heady scent, burying down a whimper as her body tried to decide if this felt like heaven or hell.

“Your pain is mine now,” she whispered, digging her fingers into his fur, careful of her claws. “But mate? So few can claim me…so few can stomach what I am.”

When the pain was a fraction more manageable, she shoved him away, taking off before they could figure out what the hell just happened.

They reeked of humanity, and she had to get away before she forgot?—

Vix slammed into something hard before she could get very far and she looked up in shock to see a large man with white-blond hair and soft, golden eyes and so verymanyscars.

His golden eyes didn’t glow. Why…

His massive hands wrapped around her biceps, but she was just relieved to see his eyes weren’t green.

“Feral little thing, aren’t you?” the man crooned, his voice promising the kind of pain she could only dream about.

“What do you want from me?” she managed, mesmerized by those tiger eyes of his. The pull she felt toward him was almost as strong as the urge to touch the scar across his face so she could take his pain and see those memories he’d tried to bury, just like her.

“I wantyou,” he murmured, softening slightly as he studied her. “Come with us.”

She shivered when she felt somethingstrangecome from him that almost sounded like alpha magic, but it wasn’t a command, just a suggestion.

Could she leave?

If they claimed her, she wouldn’t have to hunt down every angel she could find because she’d be whole. These were her mates…

Could a mate bond fix her broken pieces?

“We have a house not far from here,” the golden tiger said, his voice dropping even lower. “Surrounded by trees.”

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