Come Here, Kitten
Emilia Rose
Emilia Rose
Copyright © 2020 by Emilia Rose
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ISBN: 978-1-7346223-6-2
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Emilia Rose
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Catch Me, Alpha
Toying with an alpha never felt so good.
About the Author
Chapter 1
Aurora
“Aurora!” Mom shouted from downstairs. “I don’t want you sneaking out tonight while your father and I are gone.”
I pulled Tony’s Sanguine Wilds sweatshirt, which I’d stolen from him, over my head to mask my scent and opened my bedroom window. “I know!” I said.
She’d told me that every night this week, and I definitely hadn’t left the house once—or so she thought. As far as she knew, I was the perfect little girl who she had been shaping for years to take her place when she stepped down as alpha; the girl who trained relentlessly during the day by herself because her mom didn’t allow her to train with the bigger wolves; the girl who just sat in her room all night, studying textbook after textbook about the most successful alphas in history. Their strengths. Their weaknesses. Their every move.
“I’m being serious, A,” she said, her voice stern and powerful. “Don’t leave this house.”
I gazed at my cat, Ruffles, who stopped mid-lick to give me a sassy eye roll from her side of my bed while I crawled out of the window, hanging on to the wooden windowsill with just my upper body. “I won’t!”
Moonlight flooded in through my window, illuminating Ruffles’s gray fur. I blew her a kiss and let go of the window, falling two stories to the ground. With a thud, I landed in a pile of blue blow-up rafts from the lake, which I’d strategically placed right under my window for this exact reason.
Mom knew I was training to become alpha, but she didn’t know that a woman like me had needs. And those needs required me to be at the lake every night at eleven p.m. to meet Tony for our midnight swim.
I brushed off some dirt and lifted my nose to the air, inhaling a whiff of ash, charcoal, and marshmallows from the house next door. All I wanted to do was sink my teeth into a s’more and—
The front door of the pack house opened, and I ducked behind the bushes in the front yard.
Mom and Dad walked out of the house to attend some urgent meeting they were hosting with the other packs in the area. And apparently, I wasn’t invited. I watched them impatiently, tugging some berries off the bush and popping them into my mouth.
With brows furrowed up in fear, Mom grasped Dad’s hand tightly. “Ares is coming,” she whispered.
I rolled my eyes.
Ares is coming. Ares is coming. Ares is coming. That was all they’d been whispering about the entire week.
The oh-so-great alpha of the east was burning up the lands, slaughtering the innocent, taking the weakest packs, and creating an empire for himself.
And we were next.
Supposedly.
Dad closed the front door. “What are you planning to do when he comes?” he asked.
I sighed to myself, wishing he’d grow a backbone. I loved Dad more than anything, but sometimes, he couldn’t think for himself.
Since my brother Jeremy had died—I frowned at the mere thought of him—he hadn’t been the same. He’d lost his purpose to lead this pack with Mom, and he let her run this pack however she wanted—even if her decisions weren’t always the most informed.
If she listened to me, I’d tell her not to worry about anything. Alphas like Ares were easy to get rid of as long as we had the right resources—beautiful women, a night he wouldn’t ever forget, and a few drinks spiked with wolfsbane.
“He’s slaughtered every pack in his wake,” Mom said, her voice hushed. “We’re not as strong as we used to be, and”—she looked toward my window, and I ducked out of the way, so she wouldn’t see me—“Aurora can’t fight.”
I broke a branch off the bush and clenched it in my fist, a wave of shame washing over me.
Aurora can’t fight.
Her words hit me hard, struck me right through the damn heart.
Aurora can’t fight.
I’d heard those words my entire life. Everyone in our pack had heard those words, too, and they all knew it to be true. A misfit like me couldn’t fight, not after Jeremy had been murdered in cold blood by those feral rogues.
Aurora can’t fight.
Dad hushed Mom and opened the door to their white sedan for her. After ushering her into the car, he backed out of the driveway and sped down the street. I stood back up, throwing the stick to the ground, and hurried through the lush green forest with my arms wrapped around myself.
Damn her. I tried so hard to make her happy, to be strong for our pack, to be someone they could be proud of, but … I would never live up to their reputation. I wouldn’t be the first female alpha to grace these lands, like Mom
