Chapter FIVE

“Who are you again?”

The gorgeous woman with honey-brown hair and flashing hazel eyes inquired. But he was too tongue-tied to speak. He mopped up his hair and face with the towel she’d given him, best he could.

Shit. He wished he could have showered and dressed properly. That’s what he got for going out to drink first.

Smooth, Alex. Very smooth.

“He’s the cat burglar,” whispered the teenager, whom without the stink of oil and paint clogging up his senses, he easily discerned as a young she-Wolf.

And that wasn’t the only thing that became apparent with his new proximity to the females. Alex sucked in a breath, and his tiger chuffed impatiently. Yes, he’d been right. The golden-haired beauty was his fated mate.

Mine.

“Excuse me?” he asked, surprised at the ridiculous notion that he was a thief.