Chapter One

That hadn’t gone well at all. His Tiger snarled angrily as Lance looked for some cleaning wipes to pick her spit up off his floor. Who did that? Yuck.

His Cat didn’t give a fuck about the she-Tiger’s tantrum. She was not theirs, and besides, he’d been a gentleman, Treated her respectfully. Paid for the drinks, drove her home, and he hadn’t laid a paw on her.

What would be the point? His beast had lost interest in chasing tail some months ago. It was hell to admit. A man had his reputation to think about, after all.

Sure, he’d tried a little kissing and cuddling, but even that seemed to send his beast into a rage. He had nothing left in him for the females of the Pride. Lance had to face the truth. He was fucking broken.

Physical contact used to be the only thing that worked to soothe his anxious Tiger, but lately it wasn’t enough. His ornery Cat rejected any attempt at physical contact with the women in the Pride.