Cat Shifter Troublemaker

When Ginger wakes up and discovers that she's turned into a Half Shift overnight, giving her fluffy cat ears and a tail that tells everyone around her just what she is, she knows her life is never going to be normal again.

She didn't expect her family to sell her off to the highest bidder. Her time in captivity is short-lived as she's rescued by an Alpha Werewolf who has no qualms getting his hands dirty. It's not her fault, honestly, for falling for the man who saved her life. Too bad his heart belongs to another.

That doesn't mean Ginger is going to give up so easily. She knows they will be perfect together, he just needs to see it. Her dating life is absolutely disastrous. Her first date ends up in a country-wide search when everyone thought she had been taken again and her second date involves a man who is too interested rope and bondage without bothering with respecting limits.

Thankfully, she seems to have a guardian angel who appears at the opportune time to save her from her terrible life decisions.

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“Come with me now, kit,” he says with steel in his voice, extending his hand towards her. He towers over the rest of the humans.

Bradley looks like he means to say something. Apologize and claim it's not his fault, probably, but he does the right thing by saying nothing at all.

She pouts and slides her fingers into his hand, bending her head low and mewling a soft, “I'm sorry.”

She doesn't really know who he is and probably shouldn't be following him as he guides her out of the room, but there's just something about him that reminds her so much of Mr. Wolf that she can't imagine she's doing something wrong by taking his hand.

He has very warm hands and strong fingers that wrap around her much smaller fingers tightly.

“I'm not the one you should be apologizing to,” he says, tugging her out of the room. “You've done a very irresponsible thing, kit,” he says.

“My name isn't kit. It's Ginger,” she says and then immediately regrets saying anything at all when he stops walking and turns to her with his full and undivided attention. She is only able to meet his gaze for several seconds, losing herself in the dark of his pupils before turning her gaze to the ground once more. He is wearing sports shoes, though it's black to hide the fact that they aren't loafers.

She whimpers when he pinches her chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing her face up so she has no choice but to look him in the face as he chastises her. “Until you learn some manners, I will call you what you are, kitten,” he says and sighs when he catches tears forming in her eyes. He looks skywards and mutters something in a foreign language. “Look at you. You're a mess,” he says, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a napkin that he uses to wipe her cheek and lips. The napkin smells like the perfume he's wearing, a faint slightly caramel scent. “You shouldn't let strangers take you wherever they want. Didn't Theodore tell you about this?” he says.

“Strangers like you?” she whispers because she had followed him out here without knowing his name. She still doesn't know his name, but it feels a bit too late to ask now.

He huffs, the corner of his lips lifting in amusement. “I suppose I am that, aren't I?”