Public Sharing Of A Cat Shifter

The first time Alpha Werewolf Joshua meets with the Cat Shifter, he considers killing her chaperone to get to her into his arms faster. Kitten is breathtakingly perfect, peeking up at him from her long lashes, her paws curled tightly around the soft plushie she's hugging close to her chest like a shield. As if that would be enough to keep him from her.

She's a small thing despite being closer to twenty years old. She mewls at him when he holds her close and presses her face up to his neck. He'll have no problem loving her.

It's the part where he has to share her that he thinks he will come into a little bit more resistance.

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She is so beautiful, even when she's afraid. Perhaps especially when she's afraid.

Still shy, but also more curious now. She blinks up at Toby, studying his face with earnest curiosity. “Alpha's friend?”

“Yes, dear. Perhaps a bit closer than friend. I'm his packmate,” he corrects her.

“Oh,” she mewls, leaning up closer. “You have pretty eyes.”

“Thank you,” he hums. Just like that, she settles, melting into his lap more and pushing into his hand when he pets her. “Are you going to be good for me, Kitten?” he hums.

“Uh huh,” she mewls, so sweet and innocent, her fur no longer puffed up as she stops being scared.

He knew he would have some trouble sharing her, but he had not prepared to have her surrender so easily. He should have known, really. She had melted into his arms so easily that first time they were together as well. He wished that she would wail and fight, demand to be returned to his arms.

He stares at his beautiful little mate, tucked in another man's arms, nuzzling against his neck and breathing in as her fingers curl around her tail, petting it in a self-soothing notion. She's completely unaware of the rage in his veins, the bitter, terrible jealousy he's feeling at the sight of her easy trust.

“Alright, that's quite enough,” he says, standing up so violently that the chair falls behind him. He marches over to her and hoists her up into his arms. Toby knows better than to try and keep her there, releasing his hold of her immediately so that he can take her away. “We'll try this again tomorrow,” he lies.

She clings to him, mewling and rubbing her cheek up against his neck, wanting to wash herself in his scent. “Alpha,” she murmurs sweetly.

“Alpha?” she mewls, confused about why he's tying her arms to the headboard, but so obedient that she doesn't even try to fight him. “Did I do something wrong?”