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  He wondered how the rest of the pride would react to their pairing. She wasn’t who they would have picked for him, if he’d put it to a vote, which he had actually considered doing at one point, when all of the candidates had seemed identical in ambition and appeal.

  Landon was still trying to find his way in the pride, for all that he was their leader now. He’d been a nomad, responsible for only himself and Zoe, who was entirely capable of taking care of herself, for so long. Without the protection of the pride, they’d had to be constantly on alert, never knowing when it was safe to shift or hunt, always wary of exposure, being caught and turned into a science experiment.

  He had been constantly tense, waiting for the ax to fall, always on edge, but life here in the pride was one hundred and eighty degrees different.

  The pride owned all of the land for miles in every direction around the ranch. Security measures to keep out prying eyes—even some that distorted satellite photos that might compromise them from space—were in place all around the compound. Every member of the community contributed, some within the ranch, those who chose working in nearby towns, but the rhythm of life here was slow and easy. Hammocks were strung between the bungalows for long afternoon naps in the sun.

  The shifters were deliberate in their actions, productive when they needed to be, enjoying a lazy reprieve when they didn’t. The pace of life here was a replica of their Serengeti cousins rather than the frenzied, worker-bee mentality of the average American human.

  It had taken some getting used to for Landon, but he had come to love it, though he’d never felt that he truly belonged. Until last night. Until Ava.

  Somehow she had made him feel like one of them. He had been searching for an in, trying to earn the acceptance that he’d already been granted, and then last night, between one heartbeat and the next, Ava had brought him home. He didn’t want to lose that feeling any more than he wanted to lose her. Though, now that he felt like a true member of the pride, he knew he would not lose that sense.

  Losing Ava was a much more real danger.

  How was it that the woman he’d been seeking, the one he knew instinctively was meant to be his mate, didn’t want the position? Could she have so little awareness of her own value?

  She was extraordinary, and it fell to him to convince her of that. If he didn’t die of starvation first.

  She was soundly asleep. Maybe if he slipped out quickly to grab them some food, he could be back before she—

  His thoughts broke off as the door to the bungalow slammed open, ricocheting off the wall with a deafening bang.

  Ava sat up, abruptly awake. Landon shoved her behind him, already crouched to protect her, as Caleb, the second oldest, and largest, of Ava’s four brothers burst into the room.

  “Ava’s missing!” he shouted then stumbled to a halt when he recognized his sister’s pale eyes peering at him over Landon’s shoulder.

  Michael, the youngest of the four, plowed into Caleb’s back as he stormed into the room behind him. Then he looked up and saw what had shocked his brother into immobility.

  Michael reacted first. He shifted instantaneously, one moment a large, heavily muscled young man, the next a massive, dark golden lion with a jet black mane that had still not grown to full maturity. Caleb shifted a fraction of a second later. Larger than his brother, with streaks of reds and browns in his dark mane, he was fully grown and a much more formidable opponent.

  Caleb snarled and instinct consumed Landon. Something threatened his mate.

  He launched himself off the bed, shifting in mid leap to land in front of them on all fours, roaring his rage, his hackles high beneath his own golden mane.

  Caleb matched his height at the shoulder, but his body was heavier. Landon knew his superior speed and maneuverability would be little advantage with Michael there, younger but still dangerous in his own right, to even out the fight. In the blind rage filling his mind, there was no question as to whether he would fight them. He would protect his mate.

  Caleb shifted his weight on his haunches. Landon braced to receive the attack, when suddenly a small white lioness leapt between them, hissing at the dark pair and batting a paw at Caleb’s muzzle. Her claws were not extended, but the big lion jerked his head back and coughed in surprise and anger.

  Landon snarled to hear the aggressive sound directed at his mate, but Ava’s small, lithe form crowded him back, pressing him away from her brothers. She rubbed her head beneath his chin and leaned her slight body against his, maintaining herself as a barrier between him and the other lions. Landon let her herd him away, reason slowly returning as he realized her brothers would never hurt her, no matter how his instincts might scream otherwise.

  Ava purred loudly, the vibration soothing him. She shoved against his body until he lay down, separated by the length of the room from her brothers. She then turned and hissed angrily in their direction. Both of the lions took a step back, their taken-aback reactions oddly human.

  Caleb shifted back first, hastily reaching for the clothing that had been all but destroyed by his rapid shift. Nudity was not scandalous among the pride where they all walked in two skins, but apparently finding his little sister naked in bed with his Alpha had given Caleb a newfound respect for modesty.

  Michael remained in lion form, as Landon suspected he would until he himself shifted back.

  Caleb wrapped the remains of his shirt around his waist like a loincloth and extended a hand to the white lioness. “Come with us, Ava.”

  Landon couldn’t contain the low growl that rumbled in his throat. They would not take his mate.

  Chapter Ten

  Ava gazed back and forth between her brothers and her lover. This was not how she had imagined her night with Landon ending. Though, to be truthful, she hadn’t envisioned it ending at all. Knowing a fairy tale has to end and picturing herself actually walking out the door were two very different things.

  And she had known. She did know. It was time for her to leave. But that didn’t make walking away any easier.

  Ava took a step toward Caleb’s outstretched hand. Landon lunged to his feet, growling, but Ava knew better than to think his possessive posturing was anything more than instinctual reflex. It wasn’t like his emotions were involved, after all.

  Ava hissed at him over her shoulder, urging him to back down, not to make a fuss. Across the room, Michael growled low. Landon couldn’t stop her, not with her brothers here. Perhaps their presence, mortifying as it was, was for the best.

  Ava continued across the room. Landon didn’t make another sound, though she could feel his green-gold eyes tracking every twitch of her tail. She padded past her brothers without pausing and out into the late morning sunlight. She didn’t stop to await the scolding she knew was coming, instead breaking into an easy lope, heading toward the tiny bungalow she’d claimed for her own.

  Michael followed, all but stepping on her tail, until she spun and swiped at him, snarling irritably. The youngest and most impulsive of her brothers backed off a few steps, but continued to dog her steps until she leapt up onto the small porch in front of her place and whipped around to hiss at him. Caleb was beside him, once again in his lion form, and they easily could have bullied their way into the bungalow after her and demanded answers she was in no mood to give, but instead they surprised her by darting off to the other end of the complex. Doubtless to round up her other brothers to present her with the full force of their anger. Ava shuddered, her fur rippling over her body. What a lovely thing to look forward to. Being taken to task for finally doing something for herself. Finally stepping out of the protective bubble her brothers had built for her at birth.

  Ava turned and smacked the door open with her paw, pleased for once that the doors on her house never latched properly. She started to pad toward her closet, but whipped around with a snarl, sensing another presence in her small sanctuary.

  Her place wasn’t large or luxurious, as all of the premiere accommodations belonged to the stro
ngest members of the pride. Ava had intentionally chosen the smallest, most squalid shack in the complex, the one that no one would bother to steal from her, and turned it into something remarkably cozy. Cozy, but still barely large enough to turn around in, and certainly not large enough for anyone to hide from her.

  Shana wasn’t trying to hide though. She very much wanted her presence to be known.

  One of the few lions Ava had ever seen whose hair didn’t match her pelt, the tall, muscular redhead stood in front of Ava’s vanity. Gilded by the sunlight streaming through the window, Shana was breathtaking, statuesque and completely self-assured. She toyed with a piece of jewelry, unconcerned by the threat of the white lioness crouched only a few feet away.

  “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” Shana said, waving a hand magnanimously. “By all means, change.”

  As Shana did not seem inclined to give her privacy, Ava didn’t see much of an alternative. She shifted into her human form, straightening the kinks out of her spine that always seemed to accompany the shift, and turned to pull a sundress out of the closet and over her head. She turned back to Shana, clothed, but by no means comfortable.

  “What do you want?” she asked bluntly.

  She realized her error as soon as Shana’s eyes flared with surprise. “My, my, look who’s finally grown some teeth.” Shana let the pendant in her hands drop to spin at the end of the chain. “Are you so certain your lover will protect you, little Ava? He isn’t known for being steadfast. Trust me.”

  Ava fought not to wince visibly. It had been foolish to hope no one would know about her night with Landon and downright idiocy to think the other females vying for position with him would not respond to her implied threat to their aspirations. She should have known that Shana would come to take her down a peg. She just hadn’t expected the reminder that Landon had slept with the gorgeous redhead to sting quite so viciously.

  “No comment? Don’t tell me you’ve lost your courage already? Poor little Ava.”

  She continued to spin the pendant and Ava’s eyes flicked down, attracted by the movement, then held by recognition. It was hers. Ava had bought the green-gold stone in town less than a month ago on impulse. The setting was simple, the stone itself not particularly valuable, but Ava hadn’t been able to put it down.

  It was the exact shade of Landon’s eyes.

  Apparently, Shana had recognized the color as well, rifling through Ava’s meager jewelry box as she waited for her to return.

  “Quite pretty, this,” she remarked, too casually for Ava’s comfort. “I think I might borrow it. It would flatter me, don’t you think? Maybe I’ll wear it tonight.”

  “Tonight?”

  Shana laughed, not kindly. “Little Ava, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten. Tonight is the Midsummer Hunt.” She gave a feline smile. “I know he hasn’t said anything, but speculation has been going around that the Alpha will name his mate tonight.” She held the pendant up against her throat. “I’ll look fetching standing beside him wearing this, don’t you think?”

  Ava couldn’t speak. She knew Landon hadn’t given Shana any reason to think she would be his consort, but the larger lioness’s acid-tipped words brought home the reality of the situation. She knew better than to stand up for herself and try to take back the pendant. Shana was bigger and stronger and never turned down a fight, no matter how petty.

  A wave of defeat swamped her. Ava couldn’t even keep possession of one worthless little pendant. How was she supposed to keep order in the tribe as the Alpha’s consort?

  Landon would choose another. And apparently, he would do it tonight. In time for his new mate to lead the Hunt.

  “Well, I’ll be off then,” Shana said brightly. “You don’t mind if I borrow this, do you.”

  It was not a question. Ava kept her head down, as the larger, notoriously temperamental and aggressive redhead stalked out of her home, spinning the “borrowed” stone pendant in her hands.

  After the fantasy of last night, reality’s brutality stung. Ava curled up on the floor beside her twin bed, determined not to cry.

  ***

  It was galling enough when Landon realized he didn’t know where the woman he wanted to make his mate lived. Doubly so when he had to go knocking on his little sister’s door to get directions.

  Zoe opened the door on the first knock and leaned against the frame, scraps of shredded denim dangling from one finger. “Missing something?”

  Landon felt an unfamiliar heat rushing to his face when he recognized Ava’s mangled jeans. He snatched them out of Zoe’s hand and shoved them behind his back, though that did nothing to lessen his sister’s knowing smirk. “I need you to tell me which bungalow is Ava’s.”

  Zoe shot him the look she had perfected as a toddler. The how-is-it-possible-I-share-a-genetic-code-with-this-moron look. “You don’t know where she lives?” she asked incredulously.

  He ignored the question, waiting and hoping she would give up the information without a hassle.

  She folded her arms and frowned at him. “Why do you need to see her so badly? What did you say to her?”

  So much for that hope. “I’m not in the mood for games, Zo. Just tell me where she is.” He had to find Ava and convince her she belonged with him. Preferably before her brothers returned to rip his arms from their sockets.

  Zoe glowered at him, unimpressed by his demand. “It’s a game if I want to make sure you haven’t hurt my friend before I sic you on her?”

  “I would never hurt her. You know that.”

  “You wouldn’t smack her around or anything, but you’re still just a big dumb man and big dumb men say stupid, hurtful things all the time. Did you really tell her you thought she was unsuitable?”

  Landon winced. “That was a misunderstanding.”

  “And why’d she run off without telling you where to find her? Was that a misunderstanding too?”

  “Her brothers showed up,” he gritted out.

  Zoe’s face tightened. “Meddlesome punks. Trust them to ruin everything.” She shoved herself away from the doorframe and sent an acid glare in the general direction of the Minor brothers’ bungalows. “Ava’s place is on the south edge of the ranch. It’s that little cabin. You know, the one that looks like a stiff wind would blow it right over.”

  Landon knew the place, but it had never occurred to him that anyone might actually live in the shack. Let alone Ava.

  He made his way to the southern edge of the compound, giving the Minor brothers’ turf a wide berth. He drew up short when he saw Ava’s cabin—and the hot-tempered lion standing guard on her rickety front porch.

  Ava’s youngest brother, Michael, snapped to attention and spun to face him when the breeze carrying his scent alerted him to Landon’s presence.

  “Get away from here!” Michael roared. His hands broke out into claws as his temper called up his most predatory form.

  Landon shoved the wadded up remains of Ava’s jeans behind his back and raised his other hand in classic surrender. He approached slowly. “I just need to talk to her.”

  “I said get away!” Michael’s spine bowed as his lion form struggled to break free.

  Landon’s own lion instincts rose in response, the urge to shift and fight nearly overwhelming. “Don’t think you can keep me from her, cub,” he heard himself growl.

  Michael bared his teeth in a snarl. He tensed to spring and Landon braced himself to take the impact.

  “Stop it, both of you!”

  Ava appeared on the porch behind her brother, her pale gray eyes flashing.

  “Go back inside, Ava,” Michael ordered without turning. “This doesn’t concern you.”

  Bad call, buddy.

  All of Ava’s ire honed in on her brother. “It doesn’t concern me? I’m the only one this concerns. Get off my porch, Michael.”

  Michael appeared to realize—much too late—that he had erred. “I didn’t mean—”

  “I said get away,” she snapped. “I can talk to
whoever I want.”

  “But Tyler said…”

  “Leave!”

  Michael left, but not before he cast one last threatening glare at Landon.

  When he was gone, Landon came forward, drawn toward Ava, until the look she shot him froze him in place.

  “Just because I don’t want him around, it doesn’t mean I want you here.”

  Landon thought wistfully of the woman who had curled around him so warm and accepting in her sleep. There was no trace of her in the forbidding glower of the woman on the porch.

  “I come in peace,” he offered lightly, extending the tattered denim toward her.

  A flicker of a smile tried to break through Ava’s glare and failed. “That’s a pretty pathetic peace offering.”

  Levity hadn’t worked, so he tried a more serious tack. He met her wary eyes directly, urging her to see his determination. “We have more to say to one another, Ava.”

  The expression that tried to break through her anger this time was heartbreakingly sad and utterly resigned. “I’ve said all I have to say.”

  “I haven’t.”

  For a second that seemed to drag on forever, he thought she would turn him away. Then she shrugged and stepped aside, nodding toward the narrow doorway. “Come in then.”

  He had to duck to cross the threshold and, once inside, he couldn’t straighten fully without knocking his head on the exposed beams of the ceiling. He felt like a bull in a china shop, his shoulder nearly knocking a small framed photo of Ava and her brothers off the wall when he turned to study the space she had made her home. In spite of the shabby exterior, Ava’s cabin had a cozy, if unimpressive, charm. An unassuming hominess.

  She stepped into the tiny room behind him and closed the door. As soon as it clicked shut, the memory of the last time they’d been alone together rose in his mind. The room was saturated in her scent and his body reacted to it, his instincts screaming that she was his.

  Now all he had to do was convince her of that fact. The confident temptress who had seduced him last night was gone. In her place was a meek waif who refused to meet his eyes.