Aint Lion I Love You – Kala Aster

The sounds she’d made when she came apart. The way her lioness had purred against his with recognition. That they were mates. Had always been mates. And she was running from it hard enough to break them both. The cold air bit at his skin, clearing his head. Snow crunched under his boots as he walked without direction, letting his lion’s restlessness burn off through movement. She was scared. He understood that.But understanding didn’t make it any easier to watch her build walls between them.

Didn’t make it easier to be accused of manipulation when all he’d done was tell her the truth. He’d changed. He wasn’t the lion who’d stayed behind anymore. But proving that to Maeve meant more than words. Which meant stopping Hector. The thought focused him like a blade. Hector was the root of everything. The poisonous uncle who’d made their old pride unbearable. Who’d driven Callum and Maeve away.

Who was now using sabotage and Council petitions to strip Maeve of everything she’d built. Hector who thought women couldn’t lead. Who believed traditional pride law trumped everything. Who wanted the Silver Fang not because he needed it but because destroying Maeve would prove his point about female incompetence. Dante’s hands curled into fists. No more playing by Varric’s rules. No more discrete investigation and careful evidence gathering. Hector was escalating. Bringing rogue lions into Hollow Oak territory. Confronting Maeve in her own tavern.

Building a case designed to humiliate and destroy. Time to escalate back. Dante reached for his phone and texted Emmett. Where do Hector’s people camp when they’re in territory? The response came fast. Don’t know. Why? Going hunting. He pocketed the phone and let his lion rise to the surface. Scent tracking came easier when the beast was in control, senses sharpening until he could pick out individual threads in the mountain air.

There. Faint but distinct. The same foreign lion scent from his night patrol. Male. Alpha.

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Dante 37. Maeve 38. Dante 39. Dante 40. Maeve 41. Maeve Preview Howl You Doin’ Chapter 1 1kitap1.com/en S 1 MAEVE now fell in fat, lazy flakes outside the Silver Fang’s frosted windows, piling against the sills like nature couldn’t decide if it wanted to bury Hollow Oak or just give it a blanket. Maeve Cross didn’t much care either way. She preferred winter. Preferred the cold. Preferred the way it kept most folks home where they belonged instead of cluttering up her bar with holiday cheer and misplaced sentiment.

She ran the rag over the last glass, watching firelight bend through crystal until it gleamed. The tavern sat quiet around her, all polished wood and dying embers, the kind of silence she’d spent years perfecting. Her lioness stirred beneath her skin, restless due to the Veil hum threading through the air like a plucked string. Something was shifting. She could feel it in her bones. “You know,” Twyla Honeytree said from the doorway, “most people celebrate the holidays with actual people.”

Maeve didn’t look up. “Most people are fools.” “And you’re the wise exception?” Twyla stepped inside, shaking snow from her wheat-colored hair. She looked young as always, somewhere in her late twenties if you ignored the ancient weight in her light brown eyes. Fae blood kept her ageless. Nosy tendencies kept her insufferable. “I’m the exception who wants to close up shop.” Maeve set the glass on its shelf with the others, each one lined up perfect and even. “Don’t you have some poor soul to matchmake at the Griddle and Grind?”

“Already did. Three times today, actually.” Twyla perched on a barstool, grinning like she’d just won something. “Rowan Baneville and that sweet innkeeper Diana are coming along nicely. I don’t give them long before littles are on their way.” “Good for them.” Maeve moved behind the bar, wiping down surfaces that didn’t need wiping. Her hands needed the work. Needed the familiar rhythm of closing routine, the same steps she’d taken every night for years. “You’ve been closing alone on the holidays since I’ve known you,” Twyla said, her voice gentler now.

“That’s what, six years running?” “Seven.” Maeve dumped the rag in the wash bucket. “And I like it that way.” “Liking something doesn’t make it good for you.”

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