“It one million percent counts.” He kissed the side of my head. “Everyone at the bakery is going to be jealous they weren’t here to see it.”
“We should take a video, in case she does it again.”
We were officiallythoseparents. We had our phone’s cameras out at the ready, waiting for her to take another step, which she did. We filmed every second and couldn’t fire those videos off fast enough. Anyone and everyone who was in her life got a copy. Seconds later, our phones exploded with replies.
“I think it’s pretty safe to say that our sweet girl is never going to feel alone,” I said.
“It’s wonderful, isn’t it? That we can give her this life with parents who love her and surrounded by people who would do anything to keep her safe and make her happy.” There was a longing in Dante’s words, and I gave his hand a squeeze.
“Yeah, it is. But you know what else is wonderful?”
“You?”
“Well, maybe,” I said. “But I was going to say finding you.”
I came to the city to find my dream, and I had. But it wasn’t until I met Dante that it had been worth it. Sharing my dream with someone I loved and raising our family together… That was everything.
“Not as wonderful as it was finding you, omega mine. I love you.”
“And I love you.”
An Excerpt from A Kitten for Alpha Kenny
It all started with a challenge…
Wolf shifter Kenny works in an office. He has PTO, a 401K, and an excellent benefit package. At least he does before he accidentally challenges his pack alpha and wins. Now every waking moment is spent trying to get his birth pack back on track after years of destructive leadership. When the alpha of the Wolfe Enterprises pack invites him to an event at Animals, he accepts. Maybe he can get some clues on how to do this alpha thing.
It all started with a favor…
Omega cat shifter Mulder hates parties. They are crowded, loud, and stressful. But when his boss begs him to be his plus one to a charity fundraiser at Animals, he doesn’t feel like he can decline. After all, his boss saved him and his young kitten when they had nothing.
The night of the party he scents his fated mate and panics. He can’t be the alpha mate of a wolf pack…and what about his daughter? Maybe fate was wrong.
Spoiler alert: Fate is never wrong.
A Kitten for Alpha Kenny is a sweet with knotty heat MM shifter mpreg romance featuring a widowed single father cat shifter omega, an alpha wolf shifter who is in over his head, the night at Animals that changes everything, Karma doing what Karma does best, true love, fated mates, an adorable three-year-old, a sweet baby, some familiar faces from the Omegas of Animals universe, and a guaranteed HEA. Each book in this series can be read as a standalone. If you like your alphas hawt, your omegas strong, and your mpreg with heart, download A Kitten for Alpha Kenny today.
Chapter One
Kenny
I never wanted to be pack alpha—and yet here I am.
Sitting behind my desk in the alpha house, where things were quiet for once, my thoughts went back to how I got here.
Growing up in a pack is a tough thing for a young alpha wolf. At least in one like ours. It’s fine when you’re young and cute and just running around the lands and having fun, learning to use fangs and claws and hunt. Once I reached adolescence, though, everything changed. Males were watched for leadership qualities from that point on, as the older alphas wondered who might take what jobs in the pack or even want to challenge for the top dog, err wolf.
And there was no question of any of that happening with me. When my packmates dropped out of school as soon as possible to begin to learn their pack job, I stayed in, doing online classes that allowed me to be accepted at a human university. Although no one in charge there knew I was a shifter, my dads were low income—since most of the pack wealth was held in common and there were complicated and well-established corporate documents that kept anyone from realizing their true assets. My grades were stellar, and there was some kind of rural scholarship in our county. I applied for all of it and managed to be awarded grants and scholarships that covered enough of my costs that I could do it with one part-time job for incidentals.
Other than visits to see my dads, I never looked back. Let others throw themselves into pack politics. I had bigger plans for my life.
My university’s career office matched me with a firm that offered an excellent starting salary, amazing benefits, a 401K,and bonuses. After just a few years, I moved from a windowless shared office to a private one with a personal assistant sitting outside and a view of the mountains and desert that made me smile every day when I arrived.
My townhouse lay a few miles away, with easy access to those gorgeous open spaces, and once the sun set, I could shift and run under the moon and stars across the shifting sands and hard-packed dirt with the scents of desert fauna and flora in my snout.
Keeping so little contact with the pack and other shifters was a bit lonely, but I’d learned in college how to get along with humans, and most of them were okay. One day, I’d find a way to meet more of those who preferred a life outside the pack. Not the criminals who’d teen banished, just wolves or other shifters like me, making their way in the broader world. And perhaps my mate was out here somewhere, too.
The pack wasn’t too far away in miles, but it was a world away in culture and lifestyle. On my visits home, I rarely interacted with anyone but my fathers, but even coming and going, I’d had cordial short visits with friends and family. No, pack life had not been my choice, but not because it was terrible, just not what I wanted. My folks liked it, and most of my friends stayed and stepped into the grown-up wolf world just fine.
