Page 12 of Claiming His Virgin Mate

“Maggie! Maggie! I got him!” Joelle screamed.

Three things registered simultaneously in Maggie’s overworked brain, and it took her a moment to cipher through them.

The first thing she registered was Joelle had not Wolfed out. She was currently standing looking over the edge of the balcony with a large cup of something in her hand, and the teen looked like she just won an award or something.

The second thing Maggie noted was the recipient of the concoction her mischievous sibling had whipped up was currently looking up at her from the ground floor with one single, sapphire eye glittering dangerously in the darkness.

The third was the fact that Maggie’s virginal body instantly reacted, warming and swelling under the stare of said eye.

Grrr.She yelped, covering her mouth when even her brain began to growl. Yeah, definitely too much time with Shifters, she thought, and continued to meet the stranger’s stare.

Chapter Five

“Who are you again?”

The gorgeous woman with honey-brown hair and flashing hazel eyes inquired. But he was too tongue-tied to speak. He mopped up his hair and face with the towel she’d given him, best he could.

Shit.He wished he could have showered and dressed properly. That’s what he got for going out to drink first.

Smooth, Alex. Very smooth.

“He’s the cat burglar,” whispered the teenager, whom without the stink of oil and paint clogging up his senses, he easily discerned as a young she-Wolf.

And that wasn’t the only thing that became apparent with his new proximity to the females. Alex sucked in a breath, and his tiger chuffed impatiently. Yes, he’d been right. The golden-haired beauty was his fated mate.

Mine.

“Excuse me?” he asked, surprised at the ridiculous notion that he was a thief.

Cat?His inner beast scoffed at the poor description.Try Tiger. Sniff.Alex had never stolen a thing in his life, except maybe a kiss or two. Right then, he only wanted one female’s lips on his, but her attention was on the younger one.

Daughter?No way. He easily dismissed the idea. She was too young to have a child that age.

Sisters?Maybe. Though the younger had shocking red hair and freckles, there was some familial resemblance there.

“Mags, it’s got to be the cat burglar! Who else would break into our crappy office?” she growled, and he could practically see his Tiger rolling his eyes.

Well, at least she had the cat part right.Alex cleared his throat while the two females continued their whispered argument. It didn’t matter. He could hear every word.

“Ladies, if you don’t mind,” he interrupted, “My name is Alex Kensington, and I am not a cat burglar.”

“Bull shit.”

“Jo-Jo, language! Look, Mr. Kensington,”sheturned to him, and for some reason her eyes kept going to his hair.

Alex lifted the towel once more and followed where she motioned with her hands. Fucking hell, he wiped again, coming back with more of the blue and black sludge from his forehead and hair. Tigers weren’t nearly as vain as Lions, but he had to admit he was fond of his thick, wavy locks.

“Mr. Kensington-”

“Alex,” he inserted, wanting to hear his name on her lips.

“Alex,” she nodded, “I apologize for my sister’s actions. I mean, obviously this was an accident.

“Her dousing me with, um, this stuff was an accident,” he smirked, while she straightened her shoulders.

“Yes, I am sure she was just cleaning out,er, Jo-Jo, what the heck is that anyway?”

“It’s acrylic paint, calligraphy ink, some mineral oil, a little glue, and turpentine,” she smirked.

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