Tigers' Den: Reverse Harem Shifters Romance

         Roman Velazquez stood alone in the dark Hall of Alphas. Although he was in the center, his attention focused on the images of the two alphas on either end: Garcia, the first and most long-lived alpha of their streak, and Antonio, the most recent, now-deceased, alpha of their streak of tigers.Garcia, with his long, silver hair, was the founder of the first San Antonio tiger streak. His reputation was as a fierce warrior and a wise leader, the standard all the streaks’ later alphas strived to emulate. Antonio had been charismatic and had died far too young. The Losoya Pack, from the southwest part of town, had waged an unprovoked war aga

Oh, no. She froze, checking out the quickest routes to the exits. Still… I don’t sense any danger.“I’m hoping I sat down at a table in your section,” he said, winking at her.Oh, that smile is so sexy. This has to be a coincidence.

Roman was almost done with the first margarita as Lana returned to his table. “Lightweight, my ass,” she said.“I’m hoping large amounts of alcohol will help me come up with the right line to sweep you off your feet.”“Oh, you already found it. When you told me you had tons of cash and I could have my way with you, it was a done deal. I’m kind of a gold digger that way.” She feigned a serious expression.

It’s time for a change, Lana decided. Two years was long enough to mourn her father and her mate. And she might be on the run, but that didn’t mean she had to go without companionship. So she’d already made some decisions about this beautiful tiger-shifter. If the night continued to go well, he would be the first tiger-shifter she’d been intimate with since Ian’s death. It was good that Roman was so different from Ian. For one thing, he was a bit older than she—he’d be the first older

Despite her sudden anxiety, Lana managed the keys and unlocked the door to the dark, cool apartment. An artificial breeze escaped through the door, brushing past her sensitized skin. Rosie kept the AC cranked low and had forgotten to turn it back up before she left that morning. Lana had mostly learned to live with it. Turning on the hallway light, she led Roman into the small living room, directing him to a couch that was really only slightly larger than a love seat. She headed for the kitchenette. “We’ve got tons of alcohol if you want. I need water, though.”