I wanted a peaceful life…that plan failed.
After the death of my father, I planned to take my share of the inheritance, buy a farm, and live a quiet life. My stepbrother had other ideas. Greedy asshat wanted it all and decided the best way to get it was to sell me as a house slave to the alpha of the lion pride, and I use the term pride loosely. They are loan sharks, run illegal gambling, and rumor has it, sell pups and cubs on the black market.
My life as I know it is over.
That is until I scent my mate while on an “errand” with my owner.
