Free King's Proposal: Paranormal Shape Shifter Alpha Male Cage Fighter Werelion romance (Shifter Fight League Book 3) by Mina Carter Page A

changed.”
    Logan nodded. “Shhh, shhh…. Your cat emerged when you were in danger. It’s rare but it happens at times.”
    She shook her head, an expression he couldn’t identify playing across her features. “It didn’t emerge because I was in danger. Someone else was.”
    He sighed and smiled reassuringly. Her words didn’t make sense. There was no one else here to be in danger. She had to be in shock.
    Reaching up, he ran his fingers through her hair, feeling for lumps and bumps. “Did you hit your head at any point. Did he hit you?” Another thought hit him. “Did he hurt you any other way?”
    “Oh for the love of god. I love you, but you’re as thick as two short planks. I wasn’t in danger.”
    “You do?” His eyes widened at her declaration, warmth spreading through his chest. He hadn’t been sure she did, so hearing the words soothed something deep within him. “Say it again,” he demanded, hauling her closer, his lips seeking hers. He wanted to hear the words again.
    “I need you to say it again. Look at me,” he ordered, waiting until she met his eyes. “I love you too, kitten. Have since the moment I saw you.”
    “Good, we love each other, fantastic, but that’s not important!” She grabbed him by the nape, pulling his head down so his lips brushed her neck. “Smell!”
    He did, the reflex to breathe in her scent automatic. Then he frowned. Her scent wasn’t quite right. Or rather, it was different and very, very right. More than one scent wrapped around each other, intertwined and almost identical. Almost. The second scent was light, barely formed and held notes similar to his own.
    He pulled his head back sharply, looking down into her eyes to read the truth there.
    “You’re pregnant ?”
    She nodded slowly, watching him with a wary expression in her eyes. Abruptly it dawned on him that she might think he wasn’t pleased, that he didn’t want a kid. A slow grin spread over his face as he pulled her closer, turning her in his embrace so he could slide a hand over her still flat stomach. A baby, fuck…even he hadn’t seen that one coming but it felt so right it was scary.
    Before he could open his mouth to answer her, though, his cat snarled. Without thinking, he yanked her back, shoving her to the side as claws sliced through the air where she had been.
    Niko roared, frustration at missing his target evident, and fixed coal-black eyes on Logan. Covered in blood, he’d somehow made it to his half form. The remains of his shirt clung to massive, furred shoulders, his pants split and torn as his frame got too big for them. His face was no longer human, his bear’s muzzle punching forward and his mouth filled with sharper teeth when he growled.
    “Kitten,” he said in a low voice, every instinct he had on high alert. “Back away slowly.”
    The pause and tiny growl behind him told him she wasn’t on board with that idea. Without taking his eyes from the snarling werebear in front of him, he added a little more of his lion to his voice. “Zara, back away. Do it. Now.”
    The sound of her steps moving away made the tightness in his shoulders ease and he focused on the man in front of him. All emotion leeched away, a coldness settling over his shoulders like a mantle as he considered his opponent.
    He’d fought many men in the ring, but this here…now…was the most important fight of his life. In the ring, he just had to worry about himself, but here… he had everything to lose. The woman he loved. The baby she carried. His entire reason for living concentrated in the delicate woman standing behind him.
    “You want to do this?” He snarled at the man in front of him, his voice heavy with his lion. “Then we’ll fucking do it.”
    Niko didn’t give him chance to finish his sentence, charging with a roar. Logan let him, his cat leashed just under his skin, ready to pounce. The bear’s roars rebounded off the walls of the alley as he swung blindly.
    Which was when Logan