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  which of them you will choose?”

  This conversation was agony, but she

  would have it.

  His mouth stopped against her shoulder

  blade. “I’ve wanted to learn a bit more

  about the pride before making an

  irrevocable decision,” he said, his voice

  frustratingly devoid of inflection. “Who

  would you have me choose, Ava?”

  Now he wanted her to pick her own

  rival? “I couldn’t make such a choice for

  you. She must be strong and fast—”

  “Tolerant, progressive in her way of

  thinking…” His mouth glided back to the

  nape of her neck.

  Ava gritted her teeth. He was taunting

  her now. She knew as well as he what

  was required of the Alpha’s mate. “Firm

  enough to rule in your stead.”

  “Wise enough to rule without

  violence…”

  “Large enough that none of the other

  lionesses could physically threaten her

  to get their way…”

  Landon suddenly grew very alert at her

  back. “Has someone been threatening you, Ava?”

  She rolled her eyes, not caring that he

  couldn’t see the gesture. “I’m the runt of

  the pride, Landon.

  Everyone bullies me. It’s practically the

  national pastime.”

  His arm tightened almost immeasurably

  against her stomach, the muscles

  suddenly iron hard. “Your brothers

  allow this?” he growled.

  “My brothers can’t be everywhere and

  even if they could, a lioness should fight

  her own battles.” Ava smiled wryly. “Or

  be smart enough to give in when a battle

  with someone twice her size is

  imminent.”

  “That isn’t how I want my pride to be.”

  Landon’s body was impossibly tense. It

  was like being in bed with a marble

  statue.

  “We can’t always get what we want,

  Landon. Shifter prides have been a

  hierarchy of strength for as long as

  anyone can remember. I don’t think

  they’re going to suddenly start changing

  now.”

  “We will change,” he vowed. “We may

  be animals, but that doesn’t mean we

  have to abandon all reason. The weaker

  ones should not be punished. No one

  should be allowed to decide who is eligible to breed and who isn’t.”

  “It keeps the gene pool strong,” Ava

  countered, having memorized all of the

  arguments that were supposed to comfort

  her in the knowledge that she would

  never be allowed cubs of her own. As a

  tiny, albino lioness, she was practically

  considered deformed.

  “Survival of the fittest does not include

  breeding restrictions,” Landon snapped.

  “And a select coalition of males being

  allowed to breed with the females is just

  as ridiculous.”

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  “Even if, as the Alpha, you decide the

  coalition?”

  “There are no conditions on decency,

  Ava.”

  She twisted around in his arms until they

  faced one another. His expression was

  fierce, determined.

  Ava smiled a little at his idealistic

  resolve. “Zoe said you wouldn’t force

  the strong young males to become

  nomads as you were forced out of your

  pride. Don’t you fear that one of them

  will overpower you and toss you out of your home?”

  “If we did not micromanage every

  aspect of their lives and forbid them

  from ever having sex with the females,

  then I imagine the young, strong males

  would be much less likely to want to rip

  my head off.”

  Ava gently stroked a finger across his

  cheek. “It is a lovely idea, Landon.

  Justice and equality for all often is. But

  do you really think you can accomplish

  all that? Change our wild and savage

  ways?”

  His green-gold eyes held hers steadily.

  “Not alone.”

  Ava tucked her chin and snuggled close to him, burying her face against his chest

  to avoid his penetrating stare. He would

  need a true queen as his consort if he

  was going to accomplish his dreams for

  the pride. “Then you had better choose

  wisely,” she murmured, closing her eyes

  against the painful knowledge that she

  could never be that choice. Not for him.

  Not for the pride.

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  Chapter Nine

  Landon’s first sensation upon waking

  was hunger, and not the hunger that had

  consumed him during the hours of the night before and well past dawn. His

  stomach felt like it was wrapped around

  his spine, consuming itself in a futile

  quest for sustenance.

  He realized he hadn’t eaten since before

  seeing Ava in the bar last night. Lion

  shifters had naturally high metabolisms

  and between the sexual marathon and the

  extra energy expended from the one time

  they’d shifted, he felt like he’d been

  starved for a week, rather than fasting

  for a matter of hours.

  His stomach growled ferociously, but

  Landon didn’t move. He held himself

  perfectly still as Ava sighed and rubbed

  against him in her sleep. She was half

  sprawled across his chest, her long white-blonde hair blanketing them both.

  He ran his fingers through the soft

  strands. Often a shifter’s human mane

  would resemble the pelt of their other

  form—in his travels, Landon had once

  met a tiger with gold hair and black

  stripes at his temples—but he had still

  been surprised by the pale luminescence

  of Ava’s coat when she shifted the night

  before.

  White lions were rare in their feline

  counterparts, perhaps one in a thousand

  born with the anomaly, but they were

  practically unheard of among the shifter

  culture where any hint of the unusual

  was brutally bred out. Landon had never

  seen a white lioness before last night, which made him wonder where Ava had

  been hiding during all of the gatherings

  over the last three months. He was sure

  the unusually bright sheen of her fur

  would have caught his eye in any form.

  She curled toward him instinctively in

  her sleep and Landon smiled. She was

  so skittish when she was awake, always

  holding part of herself away from him,

  hidden behind her enigmatic pale gray

  eyes. For all that she gave of herself

  generously, as purely uninhibited a lover

  as he’d ever had, she always kept that

  part of her safe. Separate.

  Except when she slept. At least her

  subconscious was willing to

  acknowledge that she belonged with him.

  Landon didn’t know when the decision
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  had been made, but sometime between

  that first teasing taste of her scent in the

  bar and their lazy post-coital chats as

  dawn broke, he had made his choice.

  Ava was the only lioness he could

  imagine taking as his mate. She would

  not cling to outdated traditions, but

  would help him bring a sense of

  humanity into their less than human

  world. She would support him, argue

  with him when he needed it, and was

  brave enough to step between him and

  his prey when his ire was up, strong

  enough to face down his misdirected

  anger. She was ideal.

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  Now all he had to do was convince her

  of that fact.

  She was so eager to run from him, his

  little mate. So ready to hand him off to

  someone she had decided was more

  suitable to rule beside him.

  Landon tightened his arms around her

  sleeping form. His stomach grumbled

  again and again he ignored it. There was

  no food inside his bungalow. None of

  the sleeping quarters on the compound

  were set up with kitchens. In the

  communal living environment of the

  pride, all meals were taken at the mess hall. It had taken Landon some time to

  accustom himself to eating with his

  pride, after the years he and his sister

  had spent fending for themselves, but he

  had found, much to his surprise, that he

  enjoyed the familial feeling the large

  community meals inspired.

  Attendance at mealtimes was not

  required, even the pride-first oriented

  lions had too much feline independence

  for that. Snacks were always on hand in

  the kitchen for those who chose not to

  dine with the group, for whatever

  reason. So his and Ava’s absence at

  breakfast, which they had long since

  slept through, at least wouldn’t be noted.

  If they were still missing at dinner, it might raise some alarms—and Landon

  might die of hunger, if the ache in his

  stomach was any indication—but he was

  hopeful he would be able to convince

  Ava to become his consort before then.

  His plan consisted largely of keeping her

  trapped in bed until she said yes.

  Not terribly sophisticated, but hopefully

  all the coercion she would require.

  He stroked her hair away from her face

  and she hummed and sighed against him

  as she slept. He had worn her out, poor

  thing, but it seemed her heat had finally

  subsided. The scent of her no longer

  demanded that he wake her just so he

  could make love to her again. Their

  libidos were finally allowing them some rest.

  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.

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  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 sn
arled 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.

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  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.

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