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“You proved your loyalty, countless times over. As a child fighting for your friends’ freedom. As a woman fighting for her mate’s heart. As coya fighting for the peace we all dream of. I pledge myself, Alpha Del-Rey Delgado, to my mate, my wife, my coya, Anya Kobrin Delgado. May our future be filled with promise and may your smile always light my way.”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the house, as a reporter, Cassa Hawkins, even checked to be sure. Well, maybe there was one dry eye in the house, besides hers. The large Breed that stood in the shadows across the room. His eyes were, like hers, scanning the crowd, watching, as though he were waiting, hunting.

What, my beautiful Bengal, are you hunting?

Unfortunately, despite her wicked, wicked fantasies, she had a feeling he wasn’t hunting her. Too bad. She heard he was a wild man in bed; she’d never had a wild man in her bed.

She almost snorted at that thought. It had been a long damned time since she had had any man in her bed.

Her attention was drawn back to the ceremony as howls and roars, cheers of goodwill and laughter echoed through the cavernous underground arena.

Del-Rey and Anya had turned, hands clasped, to face the crowd watching them while the priest that officiated over the ceremony pronounced them man and wife.

It really was a beautiful affair.

What made Cassa’s heart clench, though, was when Del-Rey turned his bride back to him, lowered his head and took her lips in a kiss that looked more like a promise.

As Anya Delgado arched in his arms, Cassa’s brows lifted at the small, rounded mound of her tummy as it became visible. Was it possible? Was this mate actually pregnant? She looked closer.

“You don’t want to put that in your little article.”

She jerked, her eyes widening at the voice in her ear. Her head swung to the side. Oddly striped gold and black hair met her cheek. It grew long around his face, silken, tempting to touch. His eyes were green, jungle green and flecked with gold. His scent wrapped around her, spicy and male, and tempted her to lick her lips.

“Meaning?” she drawled as she felt his hand touch her hip, his head move closer until his lips were at her ear.

“The suspicion I see in those pretty gray eyes,” he murmured. “Any additional announcement will come when the time is right. You can be a part of the group allowed into that announcement, or you can be strangely uninvited to that one as well as many others.”

She sighed. Okay, no telling about that intriguing little bulge.

“I want an exclusive,” she demanded. “Someone else will beat me to the punch. You’ll owe me.”

His chuckle stroked over her senses. “You might get more than you bargained for.”

Her lips twitched. “And you might be biting off more than you can chew.”

The newly wedded couple turned, clasped hands, but stared into each other’s eyes. Black eyes met perfect blue, and Del-Rey knew that in this woman he had found peace.

Now, if only peace could be assured in the world they were fighting to belong within.

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the next title in the Feline Breeds series

by Lora Leigh

BENGAL’S HEART

Coming soon from Berkley Sensation!

WOLF MOUNTAIN , COLORADO WOLF BREED BASE, HAVEN

Cassa Hawkins slipped silently through the shadows of Haven as she tried to ignore the misty rain falling and her own feelings of anticipation. She felt like a ghost, like a shadow, unseen, unheard. It was a heady sensation as she slipped past Breed after Breed, undetected.

The chill night air wrapped around her and penetrated the black clothing she wore. Even the snug black cap that covered her hair did little to keep out the cold or the dampness. It added to the thrill, to the sense of danger. She was insane, creeping around like this, and she knew it. She couldn’t get far. It wasn’t possible that a drug had actually been created that could fool the Breed senses and allow her to sneak past the sentries posted throughout Haven.

Someone was playing with her, allowing her to get only so far. That was the only explanation for the distance she had gained between the cabin where she was staying and the main offices of the compound without being caught. The Breed guards had an incredible sense of smell. They were chosen for their positions simply because they were impossible to pass.

It wasn’t possible that such a drug could have been created—was it?

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