The moment Duarte stepped into his tiny house, he froze, fighting his lion-instinct to take and mate the woman sitting on the only chair in the room. When a male African lion took over another male’s pack, he would usually kill all the cubs before mating with every single lioness in his new pack, ensuring that his enemy’s line was ended and only his own would triumph.
As he looked at the woman sitting in front of him, this was what his lion was demanding of him. Watching her sipping her coffee while obviously waiting for him, a small bag at her feet, he was truly glad that he had lived so many years on the streets of Joburg. He doubted he would have so much control over his animal-side if it weren’t for those.
But was it his fault that, seeing his best friend with his mate, his own lion
