Sam I was just a poor, helpless kitten. Born and raised as an alley cat, I never really figured out the whole survival game. I hated begging. I hated rummaging around in other people's trash. Most of all, I hated being alone. But I had no choice. Day after day it was nothing but bleak survival. Pounding the pavement until my little paws nearly bled, begging for scraps, working odd jobs and hoping and praying that I'd be able to make it through another night with an empty belly. Tonight was going to be different, though. I could feel it in my feline bones. A glimmer of hope sprung into my downcast eyes and my whiskers twitched as something inside me whispered that a new chapter of my life was on the horizon. Ralph It was another ho-hum, boring night at the station. All the calls were of the normal variety. Cats stuck in trees, the odd vagrant rummaging in the wrong person's trash and maybe a runaway or three. Nothing very much interesting. When I signed on to the PD several years ago, I was a fresh-faced recruit with flashing images of gnarly firefights and high-speed chases throughout town. I dreamt of rescuing fair omegas from rough brutes and solving long-forgotten crimes. I envisioned the Mayor trotting me out on a weekly basis, tying ribbons and medals around my neck for my bravery and accuracy. He'd tell the world how I'd saved the town again from fierce bandits and savage gangs. My dreams were quickly dashed when I realized that most of what we do was paperwork. That and sitting around in our cruisers all night. How I longed for some action! I silently pounded my fist and wished that something - anything - exciting would happen. As I was nodding off, I heard the beep and looked at the display in my cruiser. I'd just finished up some paperwork - some local kid had got himself in trouble stealing some candy from a local store. Bo-ring. What I expected to see and what I actually saw on my screen were two very wildly different things. I yawned, just knowing that this was going to be another silly cat who had gotten himself stuck in a tree or maybe an alpha spied a suspicious-looking character lurking around his garden. Probably his gardener. That's not what it was, though.

Bryce I didn't need no rich alpha to take care of me. I was a street cat, after all. But I did need money. If I could just get a bit more, I could afford some heat blockers, then I wouldn't have to worry about alphas at all. Problem solved. I wanted babies, but until I got on my feet, I couldn’t have them. I could barely afford to feed myself as it was. However, when I met my new boss - the billionaire’s son - I tried to hide my heat from him, but he was just too damn nosy! He caught me off guard - and in full heat - and before I knew it, I was carrying his babies. When his alpha father found out, all hell broke loose. Threatened with the loss of his inheritance, I knew he would choose me over riches. But I couldn’t allow that. I didn’t deserve him. So, I did the only thing I could think of: I ran away. Alone and destitute, I struggled to find a job. I needed to care for the babies in my belly. But with no experience, no family and no alpha, I didn’t stand a chance. Travis Bryce came to my door looking like a helpless, lost cat. He was disheveled, hungry and looking for a leg up in the world. The first thing I noticed about him was that he was in heat. With no money, he couldn’t even afford heat blockers. I thought I could help him. Even though he was a bit clumsy, he made a good servant. But there was something more to him. Something I couldn’t quite place my paw on. It was like we were fated to be together. He helped me realize that I had been living my entire life separated from the rest of the world. Through our love, he showed me what it was like to be a real man who wasn’t judged by wealth. I found that I liked helping the omega care for my house. But when my father found out about our union, he couldn’t accept the fact that I loved someone beneath my station. Not only was I kicked out of the only home I had ever known, but that night I also lost the love of my life, Bryce. I could replace my home, but I could never replace my omega. This 16k word story contains an HEA, Mpreg, and babies at the end. Cute babies. Insufferable little tykes that get into all sorts of trouble.

"You're just a mouse! How do you expect to protect your cheese let alone the king?" Jason just wanted to protect the king. But being a small were-mouse isn’t easy. Not only did he get no respect from anyone in the kingdom, but he was always having to dodge out of everyone’s way. But Jason knew something; something the others didn’t. He alone knew the king needed protection. And he alone would be there for him when he was betrayed. But can a small were-mouse save the life of the king - a large were-lion? Will he be in time? Or will he be forced to watch the kingdom crumble to the greed and hate of a traitor that only he knows about? This story contains an HEA, Mpreg, and babies at the end. Cute babies. Insufferable little tykes that get into all sorts of trouble.

Lupine loved cats. Chasing them up trees, that was. Craig, however, was not a typical, ordinary cat. His sire, Kahn WrathClaw, was the richest man in the city. And he had already decided the fate of his omega son. He was to be wed in an arranged marriage to an alpha Craig hated. But fate had other plans. Could a cat and wolf get along? Would Craig’s father approve of his son marrying beneath his station? Perhaps Taz, the crime-lord, wanted Craig for himself. Or his father’s money. Or both. How could Craig protect himself and his babies from harm from the evil crime-lord? Especially when he thought both his sire and mate were dead. This 14k word story contains an HEA, Mpreg, and babies at the end. Cute babies. Insufferable little tykes that get into all sorts of trouble.

Roland had just been released from prison after two long, torturous years. In there, he’d met Lee, an officer, who’d taken an instant liking to him. Roland This was my chance! A chance at a new life. I could finally leave behind my dark past and - with the were-lion’s help - finally follow my passions and hopefully make something of myself. But his past would not be so easily dismissed. Old habits die hard and when you have nowhere to go and nothing to eat, moral decisions become infinitely more difficult. Lee Was a were-lion who loved to chase the bad guys. Tall, golden-haired and as handsome as he was affable, he had the world in the palm of his hand. But what he didn’t have was… Riley Riley was the city’s notorious kingpin. Everywhere one turned, one would find Riley’s hand in the proverbial pie. Even the police were not immune. And Riley wanted Roland back. Specifically, he wanted Roland to pull off the heist of the century. Or he’d “take care” of Lee. Would Roland turn his back on his mate, the father of his un-born children, and join forces with the dark criminal once again just to save Lee’s life? Or would he defy Riley and lose Lee? Whatever the choice, it was one only a fiery fox could make.

I was a cat, dammit! Not some piece of meat for an alpha to chew up and spit out. I wasn't going to take it anymore! Now that I’ve left, though, I had nowhere to go. I was cold, hungry and homeless. But at least I didn’t have an abusive alpha breathing down my throat. Now I’d never have babies. Alphas were too unpredictable. After all that, how could I ever trust another one? Thumbing for a ride to the next town, I was picked up by a cop. Great. Another alpha. Why me? Oh well, at least I wouldn’t be cold anymore. This one was different though. I couldn’t quite put my paw on it. He seemed warm and caring. And also wanted babies. Nope! He was just another alpha. Probably couldn’t trust him further than I could throw him. However, something in the back of my nose tickled… Something I couldn’t just bat away.

Kevin No, I refused to listen to my father! I wasn’t going to be that traditional Omega and accept the Alpha that my father pushed my way. But my father insisted I get married and bear children. He just wanted to marry me off for the money. He thought he won the argument. Not a fat chance! There was a way out. And that was through a scroll that was guarded by an Alpha dragon shifter. Nothing was going to get in my way. Not even the fact that the Dragon shifter in front of me was my fated mate… Vance My dragon lair. My riches. That was all I needed. People kept trying to mate me off to their Omega sons. But I didn’t need any extra weight. Until this cat comes stalking into my lair trying to make off with one of my scrolls. I was going to eat him until his scent stopped me in my tracks. Now I’m going devour him a different way… I finally found an omega who was just as insufferable as I was! But fate had different plans. I eat fate for breakfast. This story contains an HEA, Mpreg, and babies at the end. Cute babies. Insufferable little tykes that get into all sorts of trouble. Even before they’re born!