Oh yeah.
Best damn experience of my life.
Hands down.
No contest.
Waking up to the sound of someone breaking into my house while a woman screams like she just saw a murder scene?
Not so much.
Especially when I know two very important things:
One—my mate is currently naked.
Two—she’s on the rug with me.
Which means whoever just walked in?
Is about to have a very bad day.
The second I hear the door click followed by a high-pitched shriek, my eyes snap open.
My Tiger is up instantly.
No warm-up.
No easing into it.
Just—threat.
“Oh my Gods! Hadley! What has this beast done to you?!”
What the fuck?
Yeah. That does it.
I’m off our makeshift bed in a heartbeat, already moving, already ready to tear into whoever thought it was a good idea to come into my house uninvited.
I hit the living room with a full-throated snarl—and stop just short of lunging.
Because standing there?
Is a group of strangers.
In my fucking house.
With my naked mate.
Oh, fuck no.
Not acceptable.
Grrr.
I take them in with one glance and my hackles are more than raised—they’re ready for battle.
One man.
