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the cap and guzzling. She set it on the counter and took a deep breath.
    “Let me school you on cat mates, babe. This shit I see going on around here, the lovey dovey, only want my mate happy, only have eyes for her… that shit, the panthers don’t work like that. Neither do any werecats I know of. We don’t mate for love. We mate to procreate.”
    The hell ?
    What kind of arrangement was that? Though it explained the absence of mama cat’s baby daddy.
    “Male werecats hunt their intended. When they find her, they claim her. Usually without asking first. Knock her up. And while she’s playing incubator for their litter, he finds other females to fuck. The older generation was the worst. My father would bring his conquests to our home and fuck them right in the bed he shared with my mom. And she let him. It’s our way, she’d say, ‘I belong to him, but he doesn’t belong to me.’”
    The disgust on her face mirrored what Surge felt. No wolf would ever dream of behaving that way. Nor would they want to. Wolves were monogamous, heart, soul, and body.
    “That’s bullshit,” he ground out.
    “It’s sick.”
    “Your clan? The males… Owyn, Renner… they do this?” He’d get her out of there. He wouldn’t let her live with a group of barbarians.
    Tana shook her head. “No. Our generation was the first to put their foot down. Females like me, said no to mating. Males like Magic made sure our wishes were respected. Renner was the first to mate in years. He broke Magic’s no mating rule, but…” She shrugged. “Renner’s different.”
    “Different how?”
    “He loves his mate. He’d never do anything to hurt her. Worships the ground she walks on. And he wouldn’t dick around on her either.”
    Surge frowned, his eyes falling on the ball of fur resting on the counter. The kitten was so innocent. She’d been dealt a shit hand. She’d lost her mother, and now when she grew, she wouldn’t even have the love and dedication of a mate.
    Where was the goddamn hope in this situation?
    “I don’t want that for her,” he murmured, running his fingers gently over her ears.
    “I don’t either,” Tana croaked. “But it’s not up to us.”
    Her concern for the babe tore at his heart. This wasn’t a woman who didn’t want young. But her hesitation to answer his question left him confused.
    “How did you… escape him?”
    “Another personal question.”
    “Yeah, well. Get used to it. I don’t have boundaries. I just say what I want, and what I want is to know about you.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Oh, well okay then. I guess I’ll just tell you,” she said dryly. “Because that’s how things work. You want something and— voila !—you get it, right? Yeah, no. I don’t think so.” She crossed her arms over her chest and Surge was tempted to let his gaze fall there. The mere idea had him growing hard. But he needed to show her he was serious. That he meant business.
    “So, what will it be, baby girl? A little give and take? I show you mine, you show me yours?”
    A smirk brought one side of her mouth up before she let her gaze travel the length of his body.
    And fuck yeah, he hadn’t expected that calculating perusal of his goods. His wolf quit pacing and paid attention.
    If his animal had anything say in it, whatever had a vagina would work for satisfying his lust. And… sometimes that wasn’t even a requirement.
    Damn houseplant. The shame of it would haunt him for eternity.
    But it was different with Tana. The wolf hesitated when it came to her. Like she confused him. But Surge was determined. Somehow he knew she was the one for him.
    He cleared his throat. Time to get serious.
    “My intended died in the fire. She was part of Drake’s old pack. Barely more than a young. Same as me. But see, I didn’t know her. Didn’t even know fated mates existed.”
    “How could you not know?” Tana’s voice was careful, he’d clearly stunned her with his confession.
    Grabbing her gaze, he tried