All Chapters of The Rogue's Panther: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

EBONY I walk to the bar, holding my purse to my side. I could feel Cleo move in my head, but she never came close. She knew I needed to leave and fast—too many people for my liking. Many were hunters. I had to leave as soon as I realized I wasn’t safe.I’m a shifter, a Panther shifter. I’m the only one in this town—it wasn’t a town, but a general store, motel, and bar were there. I arrived within an hour with clothes on my back and a small purse, nothing else.The purse contained my bank card and phone. The motel was the first place I looked to when I realized I needed a place to stay. I placed the key in my purse and opened the bar door. There was music playing, but quietly in the background.The scent of a wet dog hit me hard as I walked in, making the hairs on the back of my head stand up. Werewolf shifters were present here. A few people I have encountered along the way have been friendly, while others would have liked to see me hanged or even killed.I gulped as I looked around.

EBONY I walked up the steps.Drew’s hands were on my waist as I moved, sending a tingling sensation throughout my body. Cleo has pestered me to mark and claim him, just like the couple downstairs. I didn’t know whether to take her seriously or not.As we approached the top of the stairs, a door was right in front of me.“Open it, sweetheart,” Drew said.I placed my hand on the door handle and turned the door, which opened.As I stepped inside, I stood rooted as I took his place. It was out of this world. It was laid out and had huge, spacious rooms.Drew’s hands left my waist, making me cold. His heat warmed me, but I missed the tingles that rippled through me.I stared at him as he sidestepped to the side.I looked around and met his eyes.He smiled.“You like,” he said as he looked around his home. Pride was there. I could sense it.I looked toward the couch, walked over to it, and said nothing. I left Drew standing there. I could feel his eyes on me until I sat down.I looked towa

EBONYIt took me ages to fall asleep when Drew left the room.It took every ounce of fiber for me not to follow him and drag him back to bed. Cleo was purring all evening, even telling me what she wanted to do to him.I stared at the ceiling, but my eyes wandered to the door. Knowing Drew was out on the couch was hard, as I wanted to go to him.At one point in the night, I nearly opened the door but stopped myself.I told Drew I wanted to take it slow; even if it was a lie, I had my reasons.It wasn’t wrong that we only met each other last night.I have heard many stories about werewolves claiming their mates when they find them. “It took a lot for a mate to leave,” Cleo murmured.I looked back at her as a yawn slipped past her lips.We slept a little. If I had to guess, we only got a few hours in.Drew’s bed smelt of him, which helped as I snuggled into one of his pillows. His scent wafted through me, sending my core into a fiery mess.It took every ounce of me not to play.I sighed.