Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77: His Little Princess

"So," I say after a moment, glancing between Logan and the kitten, nuzzled comfortably into my chest. "What’s the plan here? I can’t keep it."

Logan’s brow furrows. "Why not?"

I gesture vaguely around the room with my free hand. "Um, because this is my apartment? I don’t have any cat supplies, I work long hours, and I don’t want a cat."

The kitten, as if sensing it’s the topic of conversation, lets out a tiny meow and paws at my chest, kneading me like dough.

Who am I kidding? This thing isn’t going anywhere. She, or he, is mine forever.

Logan leans in, his voice low and persuasive. "Come on, Nicole. Look at that face. How can you say no to those eyes?"

I glare at him, but there’s no real heat behind it. "That’s cheating and you know it."

He grins, unrepentant. "All’s fair in love and kitten adoption."

I roll my eyes, but I can’t quite suppress the smile tugging at my lips. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

"Part of my charm," Logan quips, reaching out to scratch under the kitten’s chin. It arches into his touch, purring even louder. "Besides, I think it likes you."

As if to prove his point, the kitten stretches up, bumping its tiny pink nose against my chin. A warm, fuzzy feeling that has nothing to do with the coffee spreads through my chest.

"Fine," I sigh, as if I hadn’t already decided on keeping her. Him. Whatever it is. "It can stay. For now. But you’re in charge of litter box duty."

Logan’s face lights up with a boyish grin that makes my heart skip a beat. "Am I official, then? I have a chore and everything."

"No. You’re just an unpaid cat intern." Taking a sip of the coffee—bitter and disgusting, because he has absolutely no idea how to brew it in my machine—I ask, "Why are you still here? Her Pawness needs a litter box. And a cute little collar. With a bell."

"Pink or blue?"

I check between the kitten’s legs dubiously. "I dont know. Maybe pink? I don’t see any boy parts."

He frowns. "I don’t think you can see boy parts that way."

"Can’t you?" Tilting my head, I boop the kitten’s nose. "That’s how you know with dogs."

* * *

As it turns out, Logan’s right. A boy’s danglies aren’t that easy to see in a cat.

After a quick and incredibly expensive trip to a nearby vet—did you know that a lot of vets are booked out and cannot see your animal the same day? Yeah, me neither—I’m several hundred dollars poorer, with a fully vaccinated and confirmation that she is in fact a baby princess cat. She now sports a pink collar with some lovely flower design on it and a bell that jingles every time she moves. Oh, and about four bags full of cat toys.

Including some sort of weird tunnel maze-thing Logan insisted Princess Paws needs. And a cat tower that will clash with my apartment’s decor. And a really fancy automatic water fountain, because apparently Princess Paws deserves free-flowing water.

Which, by the way, is so not her name, but I haven’t figured out a better one yet.

I’ve never in my life called into work for something as frivolous as this, but it’s somehow empowering to call in "sick" to go shopping for a baby cat I didn’t want or plan for.

The SUV rumbles beneath us as Logan navigates the city streets. Princess Paws, nestled in my lap, purrs contentedly, oblivious to the chaos she’s about to unleash on my carefully ordered life.

"Remember," Logan says, glancing toward me, "she might have diarrhea from the deworming medicine."

I scratch behind Princess Paws’ ears, cooing in a way I never knew I could, "That’s okay. Daddy’s going to clean that right up, isn’t he? Yes, he is!"

Logan’s lips curl into a smug grin. The pride radiating off him at being called ’Daddy’ is almost palpable. It’s ridiculous how much he’s preening over a title bestowed upon him over a cat.

"So, we’re officially a family unit now?" he asks, his tone far too casual for such a loaded question.

"But making babies is the fun part," Logan protests, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. frёewebnoѵēl.com

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