Leo
I run The Kneading Cat, and my mornings are sacred: dough, quiet, and absolutely no werewolves blocking my loading zone.
Fenrir Cross, smug owner of The Wolf’s Steakhouse, did not get that memo.
He parks crooked. He flirts worse. He smells like woodsmoke and trouble. And when the Heat Wave rolls into Sanctuary Cove, turning everyone’s senses up to eleven, I can’t ignore the way his grin gets under my skin.
A storm knocks out the power and traps us together. He’s infuriatingly competent, he feeds me when I forget to eat, and he says things like “let me court you” with a straight face. My claws say run; my heart says… maybe stay.
Then his past calls, pack politics slam into our private bubble, and I remember exactly why I don’t believe in destiny.
But Fenrir keeps showing up. With coffee. With flowers. With the kind of honesty that feels a lot like safety. The Heat Wave fades. The want doesn’t.
I don’t do fated bonds. I do choices.
And I might be choosing him.
Werewolf’s Restaurant is a cozy, high-heat M/M paranormal romance with enemies-to-lovers spice, small-town meddling, storm-soaked forced proximity, a very judgy cat, and an alpha who learns that “mine” doesn’t have to mean “yours disappears.”
