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"You're mine," Zale growled, his breath hot against Soren's ear. "Every breath, every moan. No one else will ever have you like this." He thrust deeper, claiming his mate with primal intensity.

"Feel that?" he hissed, nails digging into Soren's back. "That's the mark of my possession. You're never escaping me." His eyes glowed with a feral light as he pulled Soren closer, their bodies moving in a fierce, rhythmic dance.

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Zale is a snobbish wolf with severe anger issues. Soren, a tiger shifter, is the only medicine for Zale's issues that affect him because of their childhood connection. 

Regardless of that connection, their relationship was nothing to brag about; it was more akin to that of a master and a pet.

Zale, the domineering master who seeks to destroy everything, particularly his loved ones, once triggered. And Soren, who is in charge of all his tantrums.

He's a good pet, that's for sure.

"If you want me, desire me, even only in the form of a pet. Then you'll get all of me, and I'll make sure of it.”

(I don't own the picture on the cover)

Alpha's Obession : Wild Wolf's Tiger Mate

"Uncle Frank told me you're in heat," Zale said quietly, lowering his hazel green eyes and gently staring at Soren's face. He reached out his hand and ran his slender finger across Soren's chest.

As Zale sensually ran his slender fingers down Soren's chest and halted at his tummy, Soren heaved harder at the sensation. Soren wanted to roll his eyes since the wolf bastard's smirk was still visible, but he couldn't. Zale took his time and rejoiced in his misery.

Soren was aware that he was in heat, because he too heard Uncle Frank, and it was awkward and humiliating for him. He wanted to die by hiding in a hole and never come back. How could he have gone into the heat without warning? And he thought it was unfair for him that it wasn't Zale but him.

I want your touch (M)