Page 32 of Catch a Tiger

An open door showed her where a toilet was tucked away, but Vix liked the sink that had been put into a natural bowl formation along one of the walls, like this whole place was part of the wilderness. The glass was supposed to help convince herthis was outside, but the drain in the floor and the lack of wind told her otherwise.

Water trickled into the tub when Mylo turned a knob, and Vix crouched down, unbuckling her boots as she watched him from under her lashes.

There was something about his scent that bothered her.

It wasn’t there all the time like the alpha with the jade-green eyes, but it trickled in and out. Alpha magic, if her senses could be trusted – and honestly, that was all she had left at this point.

But this alpha magic felt off, sharp in ways it shouldn’t be.

Setting her boots to the side, Vix yanked her long-sleeved shirt off and studied the wound that angel’s blade had given her. It was healed already, but the skin still looked a bit pink.

Healing from those was always a bitch, but the angel blood usually helped.

Folding the shirt and placing it next to her boots was second nature. KenjiandVanya hated when she tossed all her shit on the floor in messy piles and these tigers were probably the same. Her white leggings went next as she listened to the strange silence in the house, the running water, and Mylo’s breathing.

It suddenly became erratic, and she looked up to see his eyes glowing gold as he stared at her.

Was he upset because she was naked? She really hadn’t thought that would bother this one, but maybe?—

“What the fuck is this?” Mylo demanded, suddenly right in front of her with her arm in his hand.

It startled her enough she scrambled backwards, but his grip was so tight. “I…”

What was he even talking about?

“I don’t know…” she managed, one hand on his chest to keep some distance between them. “Did I do something wrong?”

He glared at her, chest heaving, and she felt his rage fracture some of his brittle armor. “What the fuck isthis?” His thumbpressed down on her skin to emphasize his point, and Vix glanced down to see one of her glyphs.

This was what had upset him?

“My scars?” She pressed her hand against his chest harder, trying to get him to back up, but Mylo was a lot bigger than her thanks to his stupid apex predator genes. “What about them?”

“They’re all over your body,” Mylo snarled, pulling her forward until his face was in hers and those blazing gold eyes were all she could see. “Who put them there?”

She went completely still when she realized what the problem was.

This stupid fucking tiger didn’t want to believe she was his mate, but he could still feel the pull just like she could and that pull was making his tigerinsanewith the sight of scars all over her skin.

“Do you even know what it takes for scars to form on a body that has supernatural healing?” Mylo asked, searching her eyes like he actually doubted she was aware of how difficult it was to make them.

“I do,” she whispered, studying the scar across his face that was a little too perfect of a line. “Just like you do.”

Mylo released her so fast she stumbled, foot catching on the uneven stone floor. Vix winced when she fell and skinned her knee, but it was already healing before a single drop of blood could hit the air.

Hot hands were suddenly on her shoulders, and she flinched.

If he thought the runes and glyphs were bad, he was going to lose his fuckingmind?—

“Vix.” His voice was all deep and gravelly with the sound of his tiger, echoing slightly as he lost control and flexed his dominance.

She glanced up when he knelt down, needing to see the wildness he kept trying to hide.

Mylo looked like he needed to murder something and there was enough madness in his eyes she dropped her gaze just in case his tiger’s illogical rage decidedsheshould be that something.

A finger under her chin forced her to look up at him, which was…abnormal. Their faces were nearly level thanks to the way he was kneeling and with someone as dominant as him who possessed alpha magic that smelled sosharp…he shouldn’t want her gaze to meet his at all.

“Tell me what happened.” An alpha command.

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